Ah, now he's a gem from The New Yorker--John Cheever's 1954 short story, "The Five-Forty-Eight":
We're joined by novelist David Peace. Named one of Granta's Best of Young Novelists in 2003, he's the author of the Red Riding Quartet, the Tokyo Trilogy, GB84, The Damned Utd—"probably the best novel ever written about sport," per The Times—and, most recently, Red or Dead, an exploration of the life and career of…
One of the best books of 2013 will come out in its first American edition next week when Melville House publishes Red or Dead, David Peace's long, strange, and transfixing novel about Bill Shankly's career at Liverpool FC. The single most convincing fictional depiction of the endless repetition that makes for a…
"Loss Prevention" a short story from Richard Lange's impressive collection Dead Boys. Here's how it begins:
If there's one sports novel you should read, it's probably The Damned Utd, David Peace's 2006 account of Brian Clough's disastrous 44-day tenure with a Leeds United side that detested him as much as he detested them. On one level it works as a meticulous, if fictional, reconstruction of a crucial period in the career…
Of course I've had Dutch Leonard on the brain since hearing the news that he died yesterday morning. So I called my pal John Schulian and consulted loyal Stacks reader Four Finger Wu, and we assembled a collection of the first lines of Leonard's novels.
Check this out over at the New Yorker: E.L. Doctorow reads John O'Hara's short story, "Graven Image" and discusses O'Hara—a wonderful writer—with Deborah Treisman.
"Coach had these specially designed pants that had holes in the seat. He used to place false teeth in his buttocks and collect loose change from sofas while sitting and talking to parents on recruiting trips." Share your own below. [Johnny America]
What if Kobe and LeBron fought to the death? We go inside the mind of the man who's played out that scenario in gory, hilarious detail.
Deadspin presents to you a look at the burgeoning genre of Dirk Nowitzki fiction. Featuring homoerotic thoughts about Steve Nash, a Christ complex, and Oedipal musings. We are through the looking glass here, people.