Growing up in the Boston area in the 1970s, I was a faithful Red Sox fan during a time when it was a genuine hazard to one’s psychic well-being to do so. One of my great regrets is that my father, a life-long New Englander and a Sox fan himself who died in 2001, never got to see what I saw in 2004, watching it, as I did, in my new home of NYC. Actor David Duchovny’s new novel is about fathers and sons and the things they wish they could have said to each other; it’s about love and death, and it’s about the Red Sox and the Yankees. So grateful to my editor at the New York Times Book Review for this summer reading assignment. See what I had to say.