May 28, 1984 12:00 PM

by Thomas Boswell

Arguing whether Boswell of the Washington Post or Roger Angell of the New Yorker is the best baseball writer around is akin to arguing whether George Brett or Rod Carew is the better hitter; the question is unresolvable. Boswell’s writing ranges from character studies (his chapter on Jim Palmer is especially vivid) to the architecture of parks. And he has a penetrating understanding of baseball’s appeal. Recalling his anticipation before the pennant-deciding game of the Baltimore Orioles’ 1982 season, he writes, “The sense of accumulated life, of past days all packed into the precarious teeter-totter of one present hour, is intoxicating. We move very slowly, appreciate every detail and sensation, just as we might feel gratitude for every detail of every day, were we better.” (Doubleday, $14.95)

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