Gideon Clark evolves from a youth doubting the existence of the Iowa Baseball Confederacy, supposedly a short-lived semipro league that ceased operations in 1908, to a believer trying to prove its existence despite a complete lack of evidence. This is a beautifully written fantasy that drew me in immediately. It‘s enigmatic conclusion, surprisingly, left me with a warm, sentimental feeling. I want reread the closing passages again and again.