Full of stories, observations, jokes and whimsy, Guardian cricket writer Booth offers an original and engaging journey around the curious world of cricket examining the nations who spend vast chunks of their time fretting over the fate of a small red ball.
This is a very good book in which Lawrence Booth gives thoughtful and very funny reflections on cricket past and present. He writes very well, with an easy, flowing and amusing style which has an excellent balance of real knowledge and insight with irony and self-deprecation. There's nothing shocking in the way of revelation here, but Booth does give some very engaging and thought-provoking perspectives on things like sledging, the various national psyches and the politics of the game.
It's not as consistently hilarious as, say, Fatty Batter or Rain Men - that's not the point of this book - but it does have several laugh-out-loud moments and a grin on most pages. He also has the grace to credit others for jokes and insights - like Vic Marks's description of a tedious, cliché-filled press conference by Inzamam-ul-Haq as "Much Urdu about nothing."
This is very readable, very knowledgeable, very interesting and very amusing. What more can you ask of a book about cricket? Very warmly recommended.
Sometimes books like these without a main theme can meander a bit, or resort to lists in a bid to up the word count without needing to write anything interesting. There were patches of meandering, but this was almost list-free and all the better for it.
Booth had won me over already in his introduction, describing the need to see a ball being delivered as he passes a match on a train, which resonated with me albeit more as a car passenger. What followed were musings on cricket in general, its participants, and the future of the sport (although really, this was a ruse to talk about India). I did have to look back at the chapter headings because I struggle to remember much of it, instead I can recall its deeper vibe than Rain Men while still including humour.
Generally it was Booth's own thoughts and writing and anecdotes were used sparingly, while at the same time you got a small window into the life of a cricket journalist. One can also see why barely any papers have dedicated reporters for domestic cricket and even the ECB have opted for journalists reporting from multiple streams - there is little value in sending a journalist to watch 6 hours of cricket for an uninspring 150-word piece, well captured in his fictional example.
He also highlighted the differences between cricketers and journalists, which were relatively stark given the number of cricketers who become part of the press, and can broadly be categorised as cricket nerds and lads who happen to be good at cricket, some of whom later go on to have other normal professional careers.
I was completely unaware of this book before I came across it in a charity shop, and though it was written in the late noughties it hasn't aged particularly badly and nor does it feel out of date. I felt some thought had gone into it and it was a pleasant read that wasn't too dumbed down, it just didn't have anything too groundbreaking to make it a more memorable boook.
A superb book by Booth. He understands the game from a fan's viewpoint and puts the points across as a journalist. Worth every minute you spend on the book