"George V. Higgins is a writer of genius."Washington Post

"Higgins is a master."Chicago Sun-Times

"At once refreshingly traditional yet innovative, Higgins is a writer of Balzacian appetite,
trying to lift the lid off the human comedy, using Boston as his fulcrum."GQ

"A warm, sentimental journeyHiggins's writing is as crisp as a well-pitched game under
the shadows of Fenway's Green Monster left-field wall."People

This is a book about baseball, our national pastime. The centerpiece is a team that hasn't
won the championship for more than eighty years. The Boston Red Sox, however, are only
part of the story. The rest turns on thoughts about family and continuity and, of course, the
progress of the seasonssomething, you'll learn, any reasonably intelligent man or woman
is supposed to know about. The Progress of the Seasons confirms what admirers of the
author's sparkling accurate prose already know: Higgins is to writing what Ted Williams was
to baseball, an all-star.

Beginning in 1946, the then eight-year-old author, accompanied by father and grandfather, takes
the long train ride out to Fenway Park to find some truth in immortals like Doerr, DiMaggio, York,
and Williams (imagine the records Ted Williams would have engraved if he hadn't left the field for
World War II and Korea), and, later, Yastremski, Marty Barrett, and many more. Beyond the
games, there's a magical moment when George Higgins calls on his own mythic Emily to check
the all-time lineup with his deceased forebears. By then you've come to know what the author's
values have in common with those in Our Town and why certain professional athletes achieve
immortality and others don't. And to think, as Johnny Pesky reminds us, "It's such a simple
game...and it's so hard to play."