Roger Angell, longtime fiction editor at the New Yorker, also wrote excellent books about baseball. He just turned 100.
Zoom birthday toast for Roger Angell's 100th is maybe the most moving thing I've experienced in my time @newyorker. Legends in little squares: McPhee, Trillin, Angell. So much history. Read every one of these pieces. https://t.co/LQmO5C3CXM
— Michael Luo (@michaelluo) September 18, 2020
Roger Angell cardboard cutout at Citi Field, on the eve of his 100th birthday: pic.twitter.com/Bithrka2gJ
— Tim Britton (@TimBritton) September 19, 2020
Raising a glass to The New Yorker legend—born five years before the founding of this magazine, and a contributor for the past 76—as he celebrates a milestone birthday. https://t.co/OOLvJcrFwb
— The New Yorker (@NewYorker) September 18, 2020
Peter Gammons on Roger Angell. https://t.co/K8C2N4L0FH
— Lindsey Adler (@lindseyadler) September 17, 2020
Some of his work:
“Getting old is the second-biggest surprise of my life,” Roger Angell writes, “but the first, by a mile, is our unceasing need for deep attachment and intimate love.” https://t.co/EeY0QSvIxi
— The New Yorker (@NewYorker) July 11, 2020
The New Yorker is celebrating Roger Angell's 100th birthday. This is Angell's 1975 piece on Steve Blass, the Pittsburgh Pirates ace who helped lead the team to its 1971 World Series victory, & then suddenly, inexplicably, lost the ability to throw strikes. https://t.co/vUIpsR90pX
— Richard Scheinin (@RichardScheinin) September 18, 2020
For me, maybe Roger Angell’s finest…Bob Gibson Keeps His Distance https://t.co/ojoebPd02h via @NewYorker
— Full Dissident (@hbryant42) September 17, 2020
