The Brooklyn Nine

The Brooklyn Nine

by Alan Gratz

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ISBN-13: 9780142415443
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 02/04/2010
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 44,144
Product dimensions: 5.13(w) x 5.06(h) x 0.81(d)
Lexile: 840L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Alan Gratz was born and raised in Knoxville, Tennessee. After a carefree but humid childhood, he attended the University of Tennessee, where he earned a College Scholars degree with a specialization in creative writing and later a Master's degree in English education. In addition to writing plays, magazine articles, and a few episodes of A&E's City Confidential, Alan has taught catapult building to middle schoolers, written more than 6,000 radio commercials, and lectured as a Czech university. Currently, Alan lives with his wife Wendi and daughter Jo in the high country of western North Carolina, where he enjoys reading, eating pizza, and, perhaps not too surprisingly, watching baseball.

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Table of Contents

 
Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

 
First Inning: Play Ball - Manhattan, New York, 1845

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Second Inning: The Red-Legged Devil - Northern Virginia, 1864

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Third Inning: A Ballad of the Republic - Brooklyn, New York, 1894

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Fourth Inning: The Way Things Are Now - Coney Island, New York, 1908

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Fifth Inning: The Numbers Game - Brooklyn, New York, 1926

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Sixth Inning: Notes of a Star to Be - Fort Wayne, Indiana, 1945

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Seventh Inning: Duck and Cover - Brooklyn, New York, 1957

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Eighth Inning: The Perfectionist - Brooklyn, New York, 1981

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Ninth Inning: Provenance - Brooklyn, New York, 2002

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

 
Author Notes

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[1. Baseball—History—Fiction. 2. United StatesvHistory—Fiction.] I.Title.
For Mom and Dad, finally

First Inning: Play Ball

Manhattan, New York, 1845

1

Nine months ago, Felix Schneider was the fastest boy in Bremen, Germany. Now he was the fastest boy in Manhattan, New York. He was so fast, in fact, the ship that had brought him to America arrived a day early.

Now he stood on first base, waiting to run.

“Put the poreen just about here, ya rawney Dutchman!” the Striker called. English was difficult enough for Felix to understand, and almost unintelligible when spoken by the Irish. But the “Dutchman” at Feeder—another German boy like Felix—didn’t need to understand Cormac’s words to know where he wanted him to throw the ball. He lobbed it toward the plate and the Irish boy slapped the ball to the right side beyond first base.

Felix ran full out. His legs churned in the soft mud, but his shoes gave him traction, propelling him toward second base. He was a racehorse, a locomotive. The world was a blur when he ran, and he could feel his blood thumping through his veins like the steam pistons pounding out a rhythm on the fast ferry to Staten Island. Felix flew past the parcel that stood for second base and dug for third.

“Soak him!” one of the boys called. Felix glanced over his shoulder just in time to see an English boy hurl the baseball at him. He danced out of the way and the ball sailed past him, missing his vest by less than an inch. Felix laughed and charged on to third, turning on the cap there and heading for home.

“Soak the bloody devil!” one of the other Irish boys cried. The ball came at Felix again, but this time the throw was well wide. He pounced on the rock at home plate with both feet and celebrated the point.

“Ace!” Felix cried. “Ace, ace, ace!”

“No it weren’t,” called one of the buckwheats, a boy just back from the Ohio territory. “You missed second base!”

Felix ran straight to second base to argue, and was met there by the boys on both teams.

“You’re out, ya plonker!” said one of the Irish boys.

“The heck I was!” said Felix. He stepped forward to challenge him, and the boy laughed.

“You sure you want to get them fancy ones and twos there muddy, Dutchman?”

He was on again about Felix’s shoes, which were better than everyone else’s. Felix’s father, a cobbler, had made them for him—sturdy brown leather lace-ups with good thick heels. They were the only thing he still had to remind him of his family back in Bremen.

The boys looked down at Felix’s shoes. That’s when they all saw Felix’s footprints in the wet earth. He’d missed second base by a foot.

“Three out, all out,” the buckwheat said.

Felix snatched the ball from the boy’s hand and plunked him hard in the shoulder with it.

“Run!” Felix cried.

The lot became a battlefield as both teams went back and forth, tagging each other and dashing for home to see who would earn the right to bat next. Felix had just ducked out of the way of a ball aimed for his head when someone grabbed him by the ear and stood him up.

“Felix Schneider!” his uncle Albert yelled.

The game of tag ground to an abrupt halt and the boys shirked away as Felix’s uncle laid into him.

“I knew you would be here, you worthless boy! You should have been back an hour ago! Where is the parcel you were sent to deliver?”

Felix glanced meekly at second base.

“You’ve buried it in the mud!?” Felix’s uncle cuffed him. “If you’ve ruined those pieces, it’ll mean both our jobs! My family will be out on the streets, and you will never earn passage for yours. Is this why you stowed away aboard that ship? To come to America and play games?”

“N-no sir.”

Uncle Albert dragged Felix over to the parcel.

“Pick it up. Pick it up!”

“I didn’t step on it, see? I missed the bag—”

His uncle struck him again, and Felix said nothing more. With his speed he knew he still had plenty of time to deliver the fabric pieces, and time enough to go to the Neumans’, pick up their finished suits, and get them to Lord & Taylor by the close of business too. He also knew his uncle wouldn’t want to hear it.

“Now go. Go!” Uncle Albert told him. “If you were my son, I’d whip you!”

And if I were your son, thought Felix as he dashed off with the parcel, I’ d run away to California.

Felix ran to where the Neumans lived on East Eighth Street off Avenue B, in the heart of “Kleindeutschland,” Little Germany. Their tenement stood in the shadow of a fancier building facing the street on the same lot. The Neumans lived on the fourth floor, two brothers and their families squeezed into a one-family flat with three rooms and no windows. Felix hated visiting there. It made him think of those preachers who stood on street corners throughout Kleindeutschland yelling warnings of damnation and hell. As much as he disliked his uncle, Felix knew that but for Uncle Albert’s job as a cutter, their own Kleindeutschland flat would look like this. Or worse.

One of the Neuman boys, not much older than Felix, met him at the door. Felix only knew him from deliveries and pickups—he’d never seen any of the Neuman boys playing on Little Germany’s streets or empty lots.

“Guten tag,” the boy said.

“Good morning,” said Felix. He held out the parcel. “I’ve got your new pieces.”

The boy let Felix into the room. It was hot and dark, and Neumans young and old sweated as they sewed cut pieces of cloth into suits around the dim light of four flickering candles. Herr Neuman, the family “foreman,” came forward to take the package from Felix.

“Danke schön,” Herr Neuman said.

“You’re welcome,” Felix said. “Bitte.”

Herr Neuman set the parcel on a table and opened it, counting out the pieces. He nodded to let Felix know everything was in order.

“Do you have anything for me to take back?” Felix asked. “Haben Sie noch etwas fertig?”

Herr Neuman held up a finger and went into another room. Felix waved to one or two of the women who looked up at him with weak smiles. Felix knew this wasn’t what they had expected when they’d come to America. It wasn’t what any of them had expected. Felix’s own father had talked of New York as a promised land, where everyone had good jobs and plenty to eat. “Manhattan is a city of three hundred thousand,” he’d said, “and half of those are men who will need a good pair of shoes.” Herr Neuman, a skilled tailor, had probably said the same thing to his family about the men in Manhattan needing suits.

(Continues…)



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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be engrossing and fascinating. I wouldn't consider myself a baseball fan, but I couldn't put the book down. Beginning with morden baseball's creation as witnessed by a recent German immigrant, the story of baseball is intertwined with the story of the Schneider family. The accounts are well-told and cover captivating aspects of American history as well. I found it a little challenging for my 8th graders to read independently, however, I plan to teach it as a class novel in the near future.
Kmh952 More than 1 year ago
I first bought this book as a Birthday gift for my niece (a Boston Red Sox fan!) and as always wanted to read it first to make sure it was something I thought she would enjoy. Once I started it I couldn't put it down. It's very well written, it has all the elements you want in a story. It made me smile, it brought back memories, it tugged at my heart and brought tears of joy and sadness in equal measure. It is truly a wonderful story that should be shared with families. It will make a good 'read aloud' story book for parents and a great book for young readers who may not always enjoy the task of reading. I would recommend this book ( and I have ) to teachers and friends. Thank you Alan Gratz for writing a great story!
shannonkearns on LibraryThing 15 hours ago
the story of a family told in nine "innings". i loved this book. a wonderful story about a family history filled with lots of interesting baseball stories. i loved the nod to the all american girls professional baseball league and the way the book traced the stories of baseball through the generations. a fantastic book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have liked the book. I don't like how they switch characters as much as they do though. What i do like is how they played baseball back then it was different from how we play baseball. An example is back in inning one they said "so they bloody devil" which was telling them to hit him with them ball. I know that meant hit him because the next sentence was "the ball was zooming by his ear". That is why i like the book Brooklyn Nine
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Hello fellow readers I'm a 9 year old from Wisconsin, and I'm going to tell you about the book, The Brooklyn nine. If you want to learn about a little of baseball's history from the 1800's, to about right now this is the perfect book for you. It includes info on what the Brooklyn Dodgers were named before that. There are nine good interesting stories in this book. So come on baseball fans hurry on in to Barnes and Noble to get your copy of the Brooklyn nine!
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