My name is Frank Bascombe. I am a sportswriter. It is Easter weekend and we are introduced for the first time to Frank Bascombe. On the surface Frank’s life seems well set: he has a younger girlfriend and a job he adores as a sportswriter. To many men his age, thirty-eight, this would be a cause for optimism, yet Frank feels the pull of longing and the memory of his recent losses, a career has ended, his wife has divorced him, and his elder son has died. In the course of Easter weekend, Frank will lose all the remnants of his familiar life, though he will emerge heroic with spirits aloft.
