“In Spirits in the Grass [Meissner] has linked personal and racial history and identity, intimate drama and outright mystery, and the awakening of romance and self-awareness. That's a lot to bring together. . . . But while the mayor flails around . . . and Luke learns something about himself, and the town of Clearwater comes to terms with its shady past and uncertain future, the spirits in the grass rise and assemble, murmuring a truth impervious to villainy, easy psychological insight, and cliché.” —Minneapolis Star Tribune
“An accomplished literary writer crafts a resonant Midwest baseball novel centering on the drama that results when work building a baseball field in a small Wisconsin town uncovers evidence of the area’s Native American past. Luke Tanner, longtime baseball player who makes the discovery, finds his life altered. Meissner has a gift for creating real people on the page.” —Seattle Post-Intelligencer
“Novels about baseball or small-town life often fall prey to a too-easy sentimentality and a tendency toward soft-focus prose. Meissner tackles both these topics but, remarkably, avoids both flaws. Luke is a thirtysomething dreamer living a desultory life in a small Wisconsin town and wishing his high-school baseball career hadn’t ended. Now he’s helping build a new ball field and hoping to get a second chance in a local amateur league. But when he finds bone shards in the turf, it appears that the field may be a Native American burial ground; caught between representatives of the local Indian tribe, who want to purify the ground, and the town’s mayor, who wants to protect his plans for a new highway, Luke sees his dream fading yet again. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, Louise, is fed up with the town and with Luke’s inability to keep his mind out of the ‘dream-smeared sky.’ Meissner handles all his story lines—the centerfielder manqué, the ‘spirits in the grass,’ the troubled romance, the fight with city hall—with admirable subtlety, sidestepping the multiple clichés that can so easily attach themselves to all of these themes. This is a quiet novel but an emotionally powerful one, rich with ambiguity and with the scent of felt life.” —Booklist (starred review)
“Part baseball book, part mystery, part love story, part search for identity, and part social battle between small-minded townspeople and American Indians, this book leads the reader on a complex journey that begins with baseball and ends with spirituality.” —Lacrosse Tribune
“Spirits in the Grass delves into the cultural tension between Native Americans and Caucasians and seeks to expose the ugliness of racism and the violent aftermath such racial hatred can leave in its wake. Meissner's creativity with words delights the senses and brings to life the book's small-town, Midwestern setting.” —Minnesota Literature Newsletter
“Spirits in the Grass rings true with small-town Midwestern values. It is a beautiful and haunting novel where baseball serves as a metaphor for life itself, with its losses and defeats, its glories and triumphs.” —The Algona Upper Desmoines
“It's a mistake to think Spirits in the Grass is just about baseball, unless, of course, you're talking about baseball as a larger metaphor for the way we live our lives. It is the beautifully told story of a young man trying to recapture old dreams, discover who he is historically, psychologically and philosophically, come to terms with relationships old and new, and seek justice.” —Armchair Interviews
“Spirits in the Grass is part mystery and part romance, but mostly, it is the story of life’s ebb and flow in a small Midwestern town and of one man’s place in it. Meissner’s evocative description and strong characterization bring the story to life for the reader.” —Multicultural Review
“Mystery, love, baseball, small town life, loss . . . These are some of the themes of Bill Meissner’s novel Spirits in the Grass . . . Meissner does a terrific job of producing an interesting, emotional and well-written novel.” —Aitkin Independent Age
“Spirits in the Grass explores the dreams, inhibitions, and hidden truths of the inhabitants of Clearwater, Wisconsin, a small midwestern town. Despite its name, there is nothing clear about it. One character reflects: ‘. . . the waters of the town [are] so muddied and opaque that, if you dove under them, you’d never know which way was up or down.’ Characters’ lives as well are clouded in a sea of uncertainty, a sea they do not know how to escape.” —The Corresponder
