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From boyhood two of my favourite pastimes have been reading and cricket, and I have always particularly savoured well-written books (either factual or fiction) about that noble sport. Indeed, of all sports, cricket is possibly the one that has been best served by literature. I put that down to the regular pace, and episodic nature of the game. With the likes of football or rugby, the action is potentially too fast paced and seamless to lend itself to purple prose; with cricket, the lengthy timeframe and the gentle stop-start approach, with each delivery a discrete and self-contained incident offer a steadier and broader canvas for the artist to express themselves.
There is a positive cornucopia of glorious writing about cricket. Perhaps the most famous is the match at Dingley Dell recounted in Dickens’s The Pickwick Papers, although the oddities described in that game lead one to speculate that Dickens himself was largely unfamiliar with the realities of the game. Any catalogue of other fine fictional examples would have to include Tom Brown’s Schooldays, any number of P. G. Wodehouse’s early school stories (and Mike in particular), and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s short story, ‘Spedegue’s Dropper’. The epitome of fictional representations of cricket would, however, have to be the chapter in A G McDonnell’s England, Their England, in which the novel’s Scottish protagonist joins a team of boozy journalists to play against a village team.
There has also been a wealth of non-fiction inspired by the game, often venturing into areas far removed from the playing area. For instance, C L R James’s Beyond a Boundary addressed a political agenda about equality and exploitation through the prism of the cricket pavilion window.
For many follwoers of the game, Neville Cardus represents the apotheosis of the cricket journalist, lauded for his evocative prose and boundless love of the game. I was, therefore, delighted to find a copy of Days in the Sun, an anthology of some of his best-known pieces, and eagerly began reading it on my way home from work, expecting a treasure trove of delights. I was sadly disappointed. I found the writing very stilted and strewn with clichés. The first piece, in which the writer falls asleep at Lords and dreams he is watching a classic test match from thirty years earlier, felt woefully wooden, but proved to be the strongest work in the collection. Rather than evoking the Corinthian glories of the sport, these articles seemed to me to be mired in self-congratulation, and also to have been churned out at great speed, possibly with an eye on a clock rapidly whirring around towards a deadline, and wholly failed to convey any sense of love or savour for the game. I realise, of course, that Cardus was writing for his own times, and that these pieces are now nearing their own century, but they have aged less gracefully than many of their contemporaries. Indeed, they seemed to me to be redolent of all the alleged self-satisfaction and complacency that are so often latched upon by people who despise cricket as a distasteful relic of a sullied and Imperial past. ( )