So I just finished reading Tom Pitts’ new novella, Knuckleball. It’s a quick read that manages to pack a lot of information in its limited space. We are thoroughly introduced to a handful of characters whose lives will unfortunately intertwine as a result of a tragic shooting. The drama of solving the murder of a police officer unfolds and is then brought to what seems to be a satisfactory conclusion. Except, of course, this is not a glossy version of reality. This is the kind of fiction where truth intrudes more than it ever could in non-fiction. The novella ends on an ambiguous note appropriate to the tone of the entire story. Justice has many faces, and sometimes, those faces don’t fit so well within the parameters of the law. If you’re like me, if you can’t stand tidy endings where little birds land on a windowsill and sing zippety-fucking-doo-dah, you’ll enjoy Knuckleball.
Review by Alec Cizak
No Moral Center