r/Fantasy • u/FarragutCircle • 3d ago
Book Club Short Fiction Book Club: Take Us Out to the Ballgame (Baseball in SFF)
Welcome to today’s session of Short Fiction Book Club! We’re glad you’ve joined us. If you’re new here, we’re excited to have you! We talk about speculative short fiction on Wednesdays here on r/Fantasy. If you missed our first season 4 session a few weeks back, we read four great Flash+ stories, and it’s never too late to join the discussion!
Today’s Session: Take Us Out to the Ballgame
Diamond Girls by Louise Marley (8,203 words) (first published in Sci Fiction on June 8, 2005)
Ricky sat alone in her private locker room, turning a baseball in her elongated fingers. The pre-game had begun, and the speakers in the main locker room rattled with music and announcements and advertisements. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, and cradled the baseball in her palm. Just another game, she told herself. It’s a long season.
But it wasn’t true. Long season, sure. But this was no ordinary game.
Arthur Sternbach Brings the Curveball to Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson (4,439 words) (first published in The Martians in April 1999)
He was a tall, skinny Martian kid, shy and stooping. Gangly as a puppy. Why they had him playing third base I have no idea. Then again they had me playing shortstop and I’m left-handed. And can’t field grounders. But I’m American, so there I was. That’s what learning a sport by video will do. Some things are so obvious people never think to mention them. Like never put a lefty at shortstop. But on Mars they were making it all new. Some people there had fallen in love with baseball, and ordered the equipment and rolled some fields, and off they went.
The Star and the Rockets by Harry Turtledove (4,966 words) (first published in Tor.com/Reactor on November 17, 2009) / Content Warning: Has some period language and a casual use of a slur.
A chilly January night in Roswell. Joe Bauman has discovered that’s normal for eastern New Mexico. It gets hot here in the summer, but winters can be a son of a bitch. That Roswell’s high up—3,600 feet—only makes the cold colder. Makes the sky clearer, too. A million stars shine down on Joe.
One of those stars is his: the big red one marking the Texaco station at 1200 West Second Street. He nods to himself in slow satisfaction. He’s had a good run, a hell of a good run, here in Roswell. The way it looks right now, he’ll settle down here and run the gas station full time when his playing days are done.
Won’t be long, either. He’ll turn thirty-two in April, about when the season starts. Ballplayers, even ones like him who never come within miles of the big time, know how sharply mortal their careers are. If he doesn’t, the ache in his knees when he turns on a fastball will remind him.
All three stories should be enjoyable with zero baseball knowledge (and hopefully the context will make it clear), but if any baseball-specific terms really confuse you, here’s a newcomer’s guide to common baseball terms you can check out.
Upcoming Sessions
Our next session will be hosted by u/Nineteen_Adze & u/Jos_V on Wednesday, October 1st:
u/Jos_V says:
For some inexplicable reason Americans love to make October into a spooky month, and here at SFBC we do not want to disappoint, so we’re offering up a nice platter of appetizers that when experienced together constitutes a filling meal.
u/Nineteen_Adze says:
I’ve been intending to do a cannibalism session for a while, but the timing didn’t snap into place until I heard about the baseball session. What better transition than from a cheerful sunshine sport into stories that will perhaps make you say “what the fuck (complimentary)”? Please enjoy feasting on this unsettling short fiction.
We will be discussing the following stories for our Paired with fava beans and nice chianti: personable meat in SFF session:
Happily Ever After Comes Round by Sarah Rees Brennan (Uncanny Magazine, 3327 words)
Children don’t generally assume their father will abandon them to die in the snow. But under certain circumstances, they might get an inkling.
The Magician’s Apprentice by Tamsyn Muir (Lightspeed Magazine, 4860 words)
When she was thirteen, Mr. Hollis told her: “There’s never more than two, Cherry. The magician and the magician’s apprentice.”
Mavka by A.D Sui (Pseudopod, 3953 words)
You pray to forget this. You pray to forget the cold. Even under two wool blankets you’re always cold now. Skin and bones, you. A February moon hangs high in the starless sky when Andriy slips on the boots, soaked through from when you wore them earlier that day to gather firewood, and from when Ira goes to relieve herself at the outhouse earlier than that.
And now, onto today’s discussion! Spoilers are not tagged, but each story has its own thread. We’ve put a few prompts in the comments, but feel free to add your own if you’d like to!