tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827815559279760442024-02-18T19:57:23.689-08:00Books with BallsMan-sized book reviews and opinion.matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-40975661116396800602012-10-20T21:04:00.000-07:002012-10-21T01:23:16.996-07:00Review: Phar Lap: How a Horse Became a Hero of His Time and an Icon of His Nation – Geoff Armstrong & Peter Thompson<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Writing on a topic or piece of history so well known, and revered,
places any author on a hiding to nothing. Everyone (at least everyone
in Australia) has some degree of familiarity with the story therefore
despite how fantastic the story is, and Phar Lap's is fantastic, an
author stands more chance of taking away from rather than adding to
it. The second difficulty lies in knowing the readers inherent
knowledge level, while everyone knows of Phar Lap, just how much they
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Take for example your reviewer here who has seen, being Melbourne
born and bred, multiple times Phar Lap's hide on display at the
Melbourne Museum however has to admit that before reading this book
had the horses Melbourne Cup win registered in his brain as 1929 (it
was actually 1930). Clearly I was coming from a low base of knowledge
and needed more of the background. But your experienced follower of
track history would be the opposite and desperately seeking new
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The story of this horse is accurately reflected in the byline of this
book, he was a hero and an icon to an Australian community ravaged by
the Great Depression. But though the horse was likely blissfully
unaware of it throughout his life the relationships around him were
racked with greed, envy and angst. Interestingly Armstrong and
Thompson chose to include the tragic story of one of the horses
earliest track riders, an apprentice jockey Heaton Cashell 'Cash'
Martin, who was unable to follow the horse to Melbourne and later
died in a race fall just after Phar Lap had won the Victoria Derby in
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kings, however they do not make easy reading. <span style="font-size: small;">Rather than let</span> the story flow the authors include significant amounts of
data on the weights carried and the relative prices available from
bookies. If Phar Lap was a hero to people and an icon then his story
must be carried beyond the menial, and the authors are unable to do
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In addition as a very recent and low level follower of horse racing
(who is not interested in gambling) the attraction is the majesty and
power of these beasts charging away at close to 60 km/h. That despite
there being many memorable shots of Phar Lap throughout his lifetime
none are included means that the publishers and authors have missed
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The story holds its own regardless and to understand better the love
of the sport in Australia you need familiarity with it. While it
could have been done better this book is ranked <b>Tennis Balls</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></div>
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Ben Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482356578373540986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-27030796854513867142012-09-11T18:15:00.001-07:002012-09-11T18:29:33.196-07:00Review: A Clash of Kings - George R. R. MartinIn the second book of the now-iconic Games of Thrones series ... <a href="http://www.wepsite.de/The%20Day%20Nothing%20Happened%28Monty%20Python%29.mp3">nothing happens</a>.<br />
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The book begins with four claimants to the throne of Westeros; it finishes with the same amount. All the major political figures of the first two books start and end in the same place with only one major incident at the book's climax, but without much actually being accomplished. A major inclusion is House Greyjoy, whose power was hinted at in the previous book, <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/02/review-game-of-thrones-george-r-r.html">A Game of Thrones</a>, but even they - point-of-view character Theon aside - are firmly sidelined.<br />
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A case in point: one of the would-be Kings dies. It's intimated how, but never described. On one page is a parlay, the next sees one of the delegates back home with scant reason. The claimant is dismissed quickly and without the care taken in describing his encampment, feasting tendencies or plans for a new Kingsguard. Martin obvioulsy felt he needed to spend those words elsewhere. Given the book's length, it was a a merciful - if odd - decision.<br />
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That's not to say that <i>Clash </i>isn't a remarkable book. Martin must be special if he's drawn in millions of readers with a series that evolves slower than we did from the fish. He writes interesting characters - the Onion Knight, Davos Sukar, took my fancy - some of which are added to an already teeming cast of third-person narrators. This multi-party narrative device expands the saga to involve much of the general public rather than the isolated groups which dominate other civil war recounts (eg. Star Wars - where every single important person in the galaxy is linked in somehow. The prequels can go to hell).<br />
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Unfortunately, this also means that the reader feels as if they are marking time until getting back to a storyline in which the plot actually advances. It makes for a disjointed read that isn't nearly as gripping as the first installment.<br />
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In many ways, the remarkable world Martin has created - <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/01/review-two-towers-by-jrr-tolkien.html">like Tolkien before him</a> - is his greatest achievement and a rod for his own back. While we learn more of the Seven Kingdoms, this is not matched by the activities of the major protagonists. Each POV character seems to have one task to accomplish<i></i> - to meet parlay, to journey to the Outlands, to prepare for battle or to escape. Once this task is performed, they slide into obscurity.<br />
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War is made up of myriad finite, intricate moments which combine to form a much larger picture. This makes for some interesting times and some ... quieter ones. <i>A Clash of Kings</i> is certainly the latter.<br />
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<b>Tennis balls.</b> matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-85730222341962469702012-09-09T01:20:00.000-07:002012-09-09T01:20:58.900-07:00Peter Temple versus Peter Corris – Melbourne versus Sydney<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Irish' series – Bad Debts, Black Tide, Dead Point and White Dog;
The Broken Shore; In The Evil Day.</i></span></span>
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'Cliff Hardy' series – Taking Care of Business, Saving Billie, The
Undertow, Appeal Denied, The Big Score, Deep Water and Torn Apart;
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different for the readers of Books with Balls. Have decided after
having read a sizeable portfolio of writings by two Australian crime
writers I will weigh them off against each other. The parallels
between the writers are there allowing for comparison – both are
Australian, both have a series based around a central character, both
have won the Ned Kelly award and therefore inherit the title as being
a 'Godfather of Australian Crime Fiction' and both write their work
with an undoubted sense of place.</span></span></div>
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begin with the works of each that do not fall into the single
character based series they are known for. From Temple I have read
two stand alone works – The Broken Shore and In the Evil Day. Both
are thoroughly engaging pieces of writing; detailed, gritty, and
leaving you as the reader desperate for more. Both works are very
different, In the Evil Day an espionage thriller in the mould of
Robert Ludlum set in Europe and The Broken Shore a dramatic tale of a
divided small coastal town police officer in Victoria unravelling a
chilling back story to the towns life. The latter being my undoubted
preference, but both are great reads.</span></span></div>
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Quest by Corris is a story of a former orphan, who became an esteemed
academic, investigating the history of who his biological parents
were. The quest takes him through racially divided communities in the
NSW north coast and further into the deep underworld of Asia that was
promulgated through the Vietnam war. The book is a good read however
at times the story felt too far fetched to allow the reader to
elevate it in their esteem above being 'a good read'.</span></span></div>
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the more well known works, those around a central character and
immediately comes a divergence. Whereas Corris has written
prolifically (over 30 publications) on the adventures of his Sydney
based private investigator Cliff Hardy, Temple has thus far elected
to limit his use of Melbourne lawyer Jack Irish to just four novels.
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this point I the reviewer must admit to being of Melbourne, born and
bred. Therefore anyone born north of the Murray will easily identify
my bias, but I believe that the superior quality of Temple's books
over Corris's (who incidentally was born in rural Victoria) is a
metaphor for why I believe Melbourne is superior to Sydney.
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Corris describes tales that have brash crash and bash episodes more
often, Temple chooses a more subtle route. Corris's Cliff Hardy is a
man's man who's passion is for the boxing ring in the inner city or
the southern beaches of Maroubra or Bondi. Temple's Jack Irish is
more thoughtful and cultured and chooses his leisure to examine horse
flesh for his latest plunge or listening to Italian opera. Both
appear well versed in the mysteries of females, Irish tends toward
brooding good looks to attract them, Hardy makes his moves less
subtly with a cocktail of booze and pick up lines.</span></span></div>
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all seriousness both writers are worth reading if you are entertained
by crime fiction. Temple is my preference however being less prolific
than Corris in his writing (potentially a metaphor that those from
Melbourne seek quality rather than the Sydney pursuit of quantity) I
will be reading more of Cliff than of Jack.</span></span></div>
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Ben Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482356578373540986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-32298473095784185702012-08-21T17:46:00.000-07:002012-08-22T08:25:54.433-07:00Review - Tip Off - Filip Bondy<i>Tip Off</i> isn't a bad book, but it's hard to get excited about. In fact, a one-word review would simply be "meh". Filip Bondy presents us with the equivalent of watching a player take a 17' jump shot when he could have dunked on three guys - it's just as effective and may even be the right play, but leaves the audience slightly underwhelmed.<br />
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This is a shame, because Bondy chose a fascinating topic: <a href="http://www.basketball-reference.com/draft/NBA_1984.html">the 1984 NBA draft</a>, which saw Michael Jordan, Hakeem Olajuwon, Sam Perkins, Charles Barkley and John Stockton arrive in professional basketball. It also provided the backdrop for the most high-profile draft blunder in history, when Portland selected Kentucky center Sam Bowie instead of Jordan with the second overall pick.<br />
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<a href="http://allsportsbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/review-tip-off-2007.html">It's a succinct read</a> which touches on the leadup to the draft, what each team was thinking when making their selections and also a brief look at how each player fared. There's little coming together of the players - of every player drafted, the book may as well be about the six guys listed above. Nobody - well, nobody except the most hardened basketball-philes - wants to know Chicago's thinking behind taking NBL legend Butch Hays with a seventh-round pick, or the reasons that <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/07/review-in-hornets-nest-joe-drape.html">Indiana chose Charlotte legend Stuart Gray</a>.<br />
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Bondy writes to get the facts out rather than to entertain. It is well-researched and the author has obviously researched and interviewed broadly, which all serves a purpose but at times upsets the book's flow. Each chapter focuses on one aspect of the draft process, be it Chicago or Houston allegedly <a href="http://www.sportal.com.au/afl-news-display/tanking-forced-mclean-from-melbourne-190202">tanking</a> (leading to the institution of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1985_NBA_Draft">draft lottery</a> in 1985), the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics or Sam Perkins' background in upstate New York. The result is that there are minimal shared experiences which takes away from the Draft's inherent maturation storyline.<br />
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The information is all there, but given the storied nature of that draft, the reader is left feeling as if they're in some way short changed and that perhaps a writer with a greater sense of the event may have made <i>Tip Off </i> more enjoyable. As it is, it's intriguing at times (did you know that Philadelphia offered Dr. J or Andrew Toney and the no. 5 pick for the no. 3 pick so they could take Jordan?) but labours with an invasive flatness.<br />
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A perfectly average read - making it <b>tennis balls</b>.matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-35038337265572408422012-08-13T17:55:00.001-07:002012-08-13T18:02:34.986-07:00Review: Instruments of Darkness - Gary RussellGary Russell made me think! No, really, he did a good thing! 279 pages weren't wasted! It's a miracle!<br />
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During his time writing Past Doctor Adventures, Russell made it a personal crusade to redeem the then-pilloried Sixth incarnation of the Time Lord, fleshing out the lurid continuity of the Colin Baker era. First came Mel's official introductory story, <i>Business Unusual - </i>which I enjoyed - and eventually a real regeneration for Doc 6 in the form of the immortal <i>Spiral Scratch</i>. <br />
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It's campaigns like these that, despite the best of intentions, have earned Russell his reputation as a purveyor of the highest order of fanwank.<br />
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That said, however, despite myriad failings, <i>Instruments of Darkness</i> is a reasonable sequel to <i>Business Unusual</i>.<br />
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Irritations include a marginalised and relatively-poorly-characterised Doctor, reliance on continuity (although it's much better than some of the author's previous work), stylistic inconsistencies, dialogue peeled straight from the Star Wars prequels and Russell indulging his Bond fetish. Naming a pair of female assassins Ms de Menour and Ms (Mal) Feasance? Inserting a piece about the Doctor introducing Fleming to the ornithologist on whom Bond was based? The cult-series mix is simply too much for an admittedly-pulpy premise to bear.<br />
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But in spite of these elements, Russell deftly portrays a series of interconnected characters whose reliance upon each other is notable. Throughout the text, couplets emerge where each member is completely dependent on the other - for existence, validation, love. Even the Doctor is not immune as he encounters the companion that wasn't, Evelyn Smythe; and in fact only Mel appears immune. <br />
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This symbiosis is woven unobtrusively throughout and only it hits the reader with real force when it becomes apparent at the novel's conclusion. It's sweetly juxtaposed with the climactic fireworks brought about by some old-school Doctor trickery reminiscent of <i>Pyramids of Mars</i>.<br />
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<b>Tennis balls</b>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.whoniverse.net/discontinuity/PD48.php">Discontinuity Guide's review of <i>Instruments of Darkness</i></a>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-29267020628232729962012-08-11T03:23:00.001-07:002012-08-12T13:34:01.527-07:00An Omnibus of Horse Racing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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vehicle for gambling? Can you have a passion for it without needing
to risk your hard earned, or being loaded to the hilt and able to own
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Despite being proud of the fact I had managed to avoid watching
the last eight or nine Melbourne Cups, I fell into the Black Caviar
phenomenon <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/horse-racing/18554323">upon its closure at Royal Ascot</a>. I became desperate to
understand what attracts people to the sport, why it is so ingrained
in our Australian culture, why was Vo Rogue a cult hero, and to finally understand the theory behind weight for age. I present to you five
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nothing and in fact digress in my opinion of the sport thanks to this
title. A journalist and petty gambler takes his long service leave
and ventures far and wide across Australia to visit regional racing
carnivals, learn more of the history of racing, and pick up some tips
for being an effective picker of winners.</span></div>
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Maybe that is what Ellicott planned to do however what he presented
pretty much summed up my long held reasons for prejudice against the
sport. Every club he visited was struggling to survive save for the
turnover of gambling through the TAB (although they do not like
having to conform to the rules of the TAB). In addition the greatest
stories nine times out of ten were the debaucherous antics of
racegoers (and club committeemen) no mention of any equine heroes.
Into the bargain the author annoys the heck out of you as a reader
trying to behave as a stereotypical 'Aussie' and clearly even his own
writing indicates he was more often than not annoying those at the
races as well. <b>No Balls</b>.</span></div>
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After the terrible start I went into my further reading without much
hope, but I was reinvigorated and identified that what Gideon Haigh
is for Australian Cricket, Les Carlyon is to Australian racing. If he
has not touched it, do not either. Out of all the books read this was
the one that really answered my questions and allowed me to more
easily comprehend the passion one could have for horse racing.
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Carlyon is a long time Melbourne journalist and True Grit is a
compilation of some of his best work on his great love. Given its
nature the book does not seek to systematically educate you however
you pick up enough along the way. You learn of the champions (Vo
Rogue included) and the lesser lights in sport, coming away with a
rounded view that yes I may grow to like it. If you can only read
one book on horse racing, this is it – <b>Basketballs</b>.</span></div>
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Transforming a television series into a book is difficult, you go
from having had images and body language plus words into text and the
track although full of information suffers for hit. This was ABC
televisions program on the history of Australian racing, presented by
topic rather than chronologically. There are many interview subjects
(Les Carlyon included) that give their opinions on all subjects
however it can feel repetitive with the same incidents often being
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You do learn a lot about the history, what drew and still draws
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biography? Broad brush strokes with an eye for detail where required,
and Les Carlyon succeeds with this portrait of Bart Cummings. Despite
knowing little of horse racing one fact you do know as an Australian
is that Bart Cummings has trained the most Melbourne Cup winners, by
a long way and is a legend in racing circles.
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The book is not only a great read but a beautiful presentation of
horse racing images throughout the years and could serve well on a
coffee table as well as in a library. Carlyon perfects just the
amount of information to give about Cummings as you journey through
his life, learning the great successes and the tragedies (which there
are less). You leave with no deified image of Cummings except that he
is a good horseman, his people skills appearing to leave something to
be desired, and that the Australian racing industry is very much
built on individuals like him. <b>Basketballs</b>.</span></div>
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None of the books read have the sheer volume of information brought
by this volume. Chronologically from the first white settlement up
until the end of the 20<sup>th</sup> century every key moment,
person, race and of course horse is profiled. The book is set up for
reference and is easy reading dipping in and out. Further there is
much enjoyment of the hundred's of images provided. Because you are
not reading the same work consistently it is difficult to draw a
consistent line through the sport in this presentation, one piece may
not relate to another and repetition is again in this work as in The
Track. But for the number of facts per hour reading this is the
choice. <b>Tennis Balls</b>.</span></div>
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The Caribbean has produced several of the greatest batsmen of all time. However, many of these players seem to rail against faceless figures of authority. Currently, talisman Chris Gayle swats boundaries at whim – more often for lucrative T20 sides than for the West Indies. The chain which leads back through the likes of <a href="http://balancedsports.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-favourite-cricketer-brian-lara-by.html">Brian Lara</a> and Sir Vivian Richards – who was rather partisanly profiled in the acclaimed documentary <i>Fire in Babylon</i> – to George Headley.</div>
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The second (or third, or fourth depending on how you look at it) of these superstars was <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/sir-clyde-walcott-413679.html">Sir Clyde Walcott</a>, a forerunner of devastating West Indian batsmanry and later president of the International Cricket Council. His autobiography, <i>Sixty years on the back foot</i>, was published at the conclusion of his ICC tenure in 1997.</div>
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His memoir is lightweight – entire tours are glossed over, <a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/engine/match/62734.html">especially those in which the West Indies struggled</a> – and Walcott writes with the style of a man who finishes lengthy believable anecdotes with “Can you believe it?”. However, the parallels between West Indian cricket in 1952 and in 2012 are too plain to ignore.</div>
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Along with Sir Everton Weeks and Sir Frank Worrell, Walcott was one of the famed “<a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/magazine/content/story/533753.html">Three Ws</a>”, three Bajan players raised within a mile of each other and who helped West Indian cricket attain relevance in the 1950s. The significance of the three friends and their relationship is underscored throughout Walcott's writings as he attempts to characterise Caribbean cricket through their free-hitting exploits.</div>
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He does this for a simple reason: Walcott unquestionably thought that West Indian cricket, when played hard but for fun, is superior to any other. <i>(Ed: he may be right) </i>Time and again, his tacit disdain the orthodoxy inherent in 1950s English cricket is obvious; simultaneously he rejoices in the laid-back <i>joie de vivre</i> that formerly typified West Indian cricket.</div>
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Although <i>Fire in Babylon</i> incorrectly suggested that calypso cricket was provided only a team of loveable freewheelers (ie. losers), you can't escape the feeling while Walcott revelled in victories, he wouldn't countenance sacrificing style to achieve more success. His transition from money-chasing maverick pro to WICB ambassador adds another intriguing dynamic. However, like most politicians, his autobiography is an exercise in using many words to avoid saying much at all.</div>
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Although Walcott's memoir hearkens to different times, where pacemen were named Esmond Kentish and Foffie Edwards, there are still familiar cricket themes. Race relations, though downplayed, provided undercurrents of discontent. The same could be said for matters of money, as cricketers were still strictly classified as “professional” or “amateur”. That Worrell, Weekes and Walcott were forced to choose between making a living playing English league cricket rather than representing the West Indies provides a fifty-year prophecy of the <a href="http://bleacherreport.com/articles/737610-chris-gayles-travails-highlights-the-club-vs-country-debate-once-more">WICB's current struggles with player free-agency</a>.</div>
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The same issues have plagued West Indian cricket now for sixty years. The islands' success from 1975 to 1995 and more widespread cricketing professionalism only masked the difficulties of West Indian players and administrators. That the situation is unchanged over so long, coupled with difficult economic factors leaves the reader feeling that this situation is now intractable in West Indian cricket and the game is so much the poorer.</div>
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However disappointing the state of West Indian cricket, it's perhaps more disappointing that such an eminent figure in the game stuck true to his political, rather than returning to his maverick roots and challenging major failings in Caribbean cricket politics. <b>Marbles</b>.</div>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-59585357250216929682012-07-31T11:34:00.000-07:002012-07-31T11:44:50.843-07:00Review: In the Hornets' Nest - Joe Drape<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The sheer sweaty bodyweight of beat
writers attached to American sports teams makes books which chronicle
one team's journey over an entire season relatively commonplace.
It's not an original concept, and basketball teams lend themselves to
these diaries more than most. <i>The Jordan Rules</i>,
<i>A Season on the Brink</i>
(by <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/01/review-let-me-tell-you-story-by-red.html">John
Feinstein</a>) and <i>The Breaks of the Game </i>are
required reading for hoops fans.
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In
1988-89, two season chronicles emerged simultaneously about
compelling storylines at opposite ends of the NBA. <i>The Franchise</i>
examined Jack McCloskey, the General Manager of the
Championship-winning Detroit Pistons; the other, by Atlanta
Journal-Constitution journalist Joe Drape, detailed <a href="http://www.basketball-reference.com/teams/CHH/1989_games.html">the
Charlotte Hornets' first NBA season</a>. The result is <i>In the
Hornets' Nest</i>.</div>
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Expansion is a gripping hook. There
aren't many stories written about lousy teams, especially
smaller-market ones. How often do you get a dynamic and in-depth
record of building a franchise from the ground up? <i>In the Hornets' Nest</i> should be a work of historical significance simply by existing; unfortunately it becomes a collection of beat-writer standards which don't do full justice to a fascinating period in the NBA's history.</div>
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New teams inherently offer plenty of
angles, partly because the cast of characters is hungry and
disparate, but also because – by design – they stink. Each
member of an expansion team, administrator or player, has one goal:
to do well enough to make money. When twenty characters all
attempting to secure their individual futures are combined, an intriguing and rare set of pressures
evolve; cataloguing individual and collective responses makes for fascinating reading.
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This human element sells sports books. Unfortunately,
apart from boardroom machinations early and late, the personal element rarely comes
through in Drape's book; this makes it feel insubstantial and perfunctory. Watching an expansion team for the results is nonsensical; what matters are the foundations put in place for future success. Perhaps because Charlotte's player base was so obviously transient it became difficult to see any individual improvement coming from any of their established players.</div>
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When a
nascent organisation develops, a maturity story can be attached both
to individual elements and the structure as a whole – there's
always interest (and a market) for coming of age tales. This aspect
is also disappointingly downplayed; the only figure to be treated to
three full dimensions is <a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=aw-hornetsnba120710">George
Shinn</a>, the man least acquainted with pro basketball and also the
man with the most to learn.</div>
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When
executed poorly, attempts at documenting eight months of human
interaction can become a series of individual portraits rather than a
slow crystallisation of overall character. Unfortunately,
rather than opting to "grow" the Hornets' staff over the course of the
season, Drape inserted WYSIWYG potted character studies which are rarely
referred to later. Despite their fascinating roles, GM <a href="http://www.basketball-reference.com/executives/scheeca99x.html">Carl Scheer</a>
and coach Dick Harter are treated to the same three page allottment
as backup point guard Muggsy Bogues.</div>
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While
lightweight, the book rams home a few crucial differences between The
Leagues of then and now. The typical late-80s pursuit of size –
any size – is highlighted, resulting in career third-stringer
Stuart Gray being written about more than even his Mum thinks he
deserves. Also, there is an obvious lack of process and method about
both coaching and personnel decisions. Harter's coaching philosophy
often suggested that improvement couldn't come from within but from
outside; oddly, but understandably, Drape's writing reflects the same
tenor when it comes to individual and collective maturity.</div>
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There are frequent
gaps. Three quarters of the book has passed before Drape mentions
who the team's starting point guard was (it was the immortal <a href="http://www.basketball-reference.com/players/h/holtomi01.html">Michael
Holton</a>) and what should have been the most interesting sections
of all – <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988_NBA_Expansion_Draft">the
1988 expansion draft</a> and the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988_NBA_Draft">1988
NBA draft</a> – barely rate a mention.</div>
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There's
a beat-writer's style to Drape's writing. He is even-handed so much
so that it could be mistaken for a lack of joy; the same could be
said of the players and administrators: the only people to see the
season as an experience rather than something to be endured before
they could draft again. It's easy fodder for basketball fans. <b>Tennis Balls</b>.</div>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-6851398320585283892012-07-18T10:37:00.003-07:002012-07-19T09:10:31.681-07:00Review: Elisabeth Sladen - An autobiographyWhen Elisabeth Sladen <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/2011/apr/20/doctor-who-fantasy">passed away in April 2011</a>, I was shocked and upset than at the death of any other of my childhood fiction stalwarts. She consistent, intriguing and still on TV, but her death shook me up more so than even that of her co-star (and my then-hero) Jon Pertwee in 1996, despite that occurring in the midst of my teen-angsty-crying-at-the-drop-of-a-hat phase.<br />
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Her most notable role by far was as <a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2011/04/21/135597541/elisabeth-sladen-best-dr-who-companion-ever" style="background-color: white;">Doctor Who's best ever companion</a>, Sarah Jane Smith, a role she played, on-and-off for nearly forty years. Her autobiography, released posthumously, is an interesting work which speaks volumes - in hushed tones - about the woman who would have preferred to be known as Elisabeth Miller. Of course due to the vagaries of Equity, the UK actor's guild, that wasn't ever a possibility but contributes to the defining theme of her memoir, of someone utterly at home in family settings.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">It starts out unevenly, with a steady backdrop of Sladen growing up in postwar Liverpool. However, despite a lengthy spell in her youth, you're left with only the vaguest of family portraits. It is a sign of things to come. She mentions family repeatedly - her parents, experiences with theatre groups, first the Pertwee </span><i style="background-color: white;">Who</i><span style="background-color: white;"> family and then as Baker's rock, and finally, her own family - alongside husband, actor Brian Miller - yet you feel a great distance between you and the actually understanding her.</span><br />
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Despite opening up 320+ pages into her life, she simultaneously withdraws - a point she writes in the conclusion: that rather than other actors putting on masks when in character, she's more likely to do so at home.<br />
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It's a welcome change when the book accelerates about 80 pages in. Not coincidentally, it's this time that she begins writing about 1973 and her experiences on Doctor Who. This occupies the bulk of the 320-some pages as her career post-Who, though successful, is hardly compelling reading. No-one will purchase the book for her stint in 1982's <i>Gulliver in Lilliput</i>. She prioritised family and the book tacitly says as much.<br />
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As the book progresses, it feels <i>made</i> to be an audio-book, and her voice, one of the most familiar I can think of, just speaks the words out loud. <i>(Ed: it's curious that the narrator of the audiobook version is her immediate predecessor Katy Manning, whose voice hasn't necessarily aged well over the past forty years)</i>. Although a common cliche, as you read you can hear Sladen's voice emanating from the page, a familiar tone. I've never read a book in which I could (nor want to) hear the author's words echo around in my sizeable head. It's a pity that her words are interrupted at times by her ghost writer throwing in verbiage or maladroit adjectives.<br />
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That said, this occasional unevenness contributes to the autobiography at times reading more like a sporting autobiography than a television one. It begins with back story, her big-time career begins with an audition for <i>Who</i>, she moves on and into later life. Often, the book takes a tone of real significance, an inside account that no-one else would be able to provide. As most of the UNIT family (ie. Letts, Pertwee, Hulke, Sladen, Courteney) are now no longer with us, it may be one of the last defining insights <a href="http://whoreviewed.blogspot.com/2012/04/original-three-doctors.html">into a treasured period</a> of Doctor Who's history.</div>
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A favourite example occurs w<span style="background-color: white;">hen she recounts her initial interactions with Pertwee, and he absent-mindedly called her Katy (Manning) at the bar - only to </span><span style="background-color: white;">then burst into tears in front of a crowd of onlookers.</span><br />
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Continuing on the sporting theme, she then goes on to recount serials like sporting events, with each story described with individual highlights and lowlights. Once her <i>Who</i> career ends - which I was surprised to discover she'd been thinking about since the filming of Tom Baker's second story - the book almost peters out until the introduction of Russell T. Davies in 2005, a consequence of her semi-retirement from acting to raise her daughter.<br />
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Sladen obviously took in interactions with the same intuitiveness as her onscreen persona, the journalist Sarah Jane. The same core certainty of what is right also shines through. <span style="background-color: white;">She writes at length about her interactions with Pertwee and, especially, </span><i style="background-color: white;">Who</i><span style="background-color: white;"> producer, Barry Letts, yet her relationship with her husband - while apparently as solid as they come - is only obliquely referred to. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Further relationships with <i>Who</i>'s figures of power were also interesting, especially regarding Sarah-Jane's rebirths in 1981, 1983, 1993 and from 2006-10: the well-meaning cattiness of John Nathan-Turner is now like a familiar friend, while she writes her most glowing words of Russell T. Davies.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">It's a wonderful, cosy - but hardly warm - read. At times it exhibits real significance, while at others is slightly underwhelming and thin. But it is without doubt a fitting tribute to Elisabeth Miller, <i>nee</i> Sladen. <b>Footballs.</b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">For more Doctor Who reviews, visit <b><a href="http://whoreviewed.blogspot.com/">Who. Reviewed.</a></b></span></div>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-39309325895878334882012-07-12T15:49:00.000-07:002012-07-12T15:49:12.563-07:00Review: The Twelve Caesars - Michael Grant<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Michael Grant was a noted twentieth century historian who focused predominantly upon the early Roman empire. He published several well-regarded works on that culture in that period, including perhaps his seminal piece <i>The Twelve Caesars</i>.<br />
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This narrative, which leans heavily upon the usual suspects (Suetonius, Pliny and Tacitus) is a conversational textbook - a popular version of a book of learning, much like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I,_Claudius">I, Claudius</a> - very much in vogue throughout the latter half of last century. It delivers a potted biography of Julius Caesar and his eleven direct replacements - from Augustus to Domitian. <br />
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As a work, it delivers simply what it suggests on the packet: small bios, pieced together from influential - but hardly neutral - sources. <span style="background-color: white;">Grant time and again points out that Suetonius tended to highlight the sexual depravities of his subjects, while Tactitus' words showed contempt for each of the three Caesars who rose to their position via civil war (Galba, Otho and Vitellius). </span><br />
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He delivers simple, effective portraits of highly complex men - figures simplified by period literature through rumour and suggestions being made out as fact. He is even-handed and resists editorialising, except for during the last chapter where he tries unsuccessfully to "sum up" and only manages to confuse himself and his readers.<br />
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Unfortunately, there really is very little else to say. Grant writes as an academic, with economy of emotion, as if just putting words down on paper for future generations. If you're interested in the period or a history buff, then it's certainly worth a look - otherwise the source material may prove a little dry. <b>Tennis balls.</b><br />
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Frank Deford talks of his work <i>Over
Time</i> not as a memoir but a we-moir, a collation of transient
connections with figures more famous than himself. When asked to
write a piece for alma mater <i>Sports Illustrated</i> about his
early days at the United States' foremost sports magazine, he
initially resisted; but as it became obvious there was a desire for a
<i>Mad Men</i> style homage to the golden age of US magazines, no-one
was in a better position to detail those salad days of the sixties.</div>
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Were you to boil down Deford's style to
a single adjective, it would be wry. He is observant yet economical,
distilling major events and people into their vital alchemy and
transmitting what he absorbs with a pleasant mix of good humour and
gravitas. He has used the same affable style for fifty years,
through books, editorials and myriad essays; the result is
four-hundred-odd pages of brilliant simple statements. In fact,
Deford writes with vision and simplicity that makes readers often
think “Why didn't I see it that way before?”
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This geniality is only magnfied by an
attitude of supreme moderation. Deford is a sporting centreist –
<a href="http://www.npr.org/people/2100422/frank-deford">as he proves
with his weekly NPR commentaries</a> – well aware of the unique
position sport occupies in our cultural landscape. At a recent
speech at the Seattle Public Library, he suggested both the import
and triviality of sport by announcing the only two unnecessary
cultural phenomena developed individually by every people have been
sport and religion.
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Acutely aware of his position as an
observer rather than newsmaker, he presents his life journey quite
superficially and bases his experiences around those in public life
who were attracting the same attention. Where he writes about
personal matters, it is almost entirely in regard to his artisanship,
or concerning the athletes were the root source of his material and
observations. A perfect example comes from one of the work's final
chapters where he talks with shark Jimmy the Greek about their shared
loss – children lost to Cystic Fibrosis.</div>
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This isn't your typical me-me-me book,
detailing “my struggle against the odds” or a list of
accomplishments made more impressive when taken out of context.
Deford freely admits to benefiting from luck and the era in which he
got his start. His writing is about his profession, rather than
himself and as such you find yourself knowing less of the man than
you would choose; no doubt Deford prefers this way. He revels in
what he has seen throughout his career, being able to witness the
triumph and despair that's inherent at any sport; at the same time
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However, because his scope spans five
decades, he really does no more than touch upon so many of the topics
that could conceivably sell <i>Over Time</i>: these are anecdotes of
his time observing sport, rather than his opinions. The stories are
personal and not hearsay; a particular example being when he caught a
train with a young Muhammad Ali and found him searching for spiritual
and emotional understanding, exploring that which would make him
controversial. In this manner, his writing on Arthur Ashe is sad but
upbeat and the reader absorbs Deford's patent respect for the great
tennis player.</div>
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As a text for aspiring sportswriters it
has no definite teaching points, or at least very few. Deford's lack
of personal conceit contributes to this somewhat; his belief is that
writing is something you can or can't do, something rarely learned
well. This seems partially a cover for such a humble man about whom
his craft agrees that he is the patrician.
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While there are few absolute
commandments, the aspiring blogosphere would do well to heed his
obvious breadth of vision. The value of a broad intake of news and
views is tacitly suggested, as being well-rounded provides writers
with the ability to place sport and the context from which stories
emerge into a more global spectrum.</div>
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It's a wonderful piece of writing. But
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<b>Footballs</b>.</div>
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<a href="http://articles.latimes.com/2012/apr/30/entertainment/la-et-book-frank-deford-20120430">LA Times review</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/06/03/books/review/over-time-a-memoir-by-frank-deford.html?pagewanted=all">New York Times review</a></div>
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<br /></div>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-59921664270657543992012-05-21T17:31:00.000-07:002012-05-21T17:31:16.498-07:00Review: Death of Kings - Bernard Cornwell<i>Death of Kings</i> is the sixth book in Cornwell's Saxon Tales, which chronicle the birth of England as a united land around the turn of the tenth century. It is very much a case of "more of the same" by the author, who delivers one of his more workmanlike novels of his twenty-plus year career.<br />
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It goes without saying that Cornwell's research and ability to insert his characters into key points in history are excellent: it is what he does. Steve Martin makes jokes, water is wet, sickness is not nice and Cornwell will compile immaculate situations, described well and totally contextual. In fact, <i>Death of Kings</i> is so heavy in a major historical event that the storytelling actually suffers a little.<br />
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That event, the death of Alfred the Great and subsequent scrabble for the throne, sees the focus rest with the family of the only Saxon/English monarch to have the title "the Great". That means that three so-far background characters - Alfred's sons Osferth and Edward as well as his nephew Aethelwold - occupy much of the foreground.<br />
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As the two sons play a role in the notional correct inheritance, they are afforded character development which really isn't present for many of the other characters. Aethelflaed, obviously one of Cornwell's muses, has her role somewhat minimised, while the book's major protagonist Uhtred drives the plot as usual. With the throne's occupancy somewhat unsettled, the storyline feels similarly transitory - a placemarker until the Saxons move forward into regaining territory lost to the Danish invasions.<br />
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The book does thaw of relations between Uhtred and Alfred while the latter lies upon his deathbed. Despite five earlier episodes and both men over 40 (the middle-ages equivalent of 60 or more) their relationship of respect without liking each other had, as the characters, grown old.<br />
Perhaps as a result of the rise in characters like Osferth in combination with the brutal and violent nature of military battles of the era, sees more of Uhtred's inner circle of warriors dying than for many years. In the tenth century, warriors wouldn't live to their forties unless they were excellent/smart/lucky, so for Uhtred's cohort of men to make it through the past two books relatively unscathed is something of an anomaly.<br />
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While still engaging, <i>Death of Kings</i> lacks some of the easy congruency of the past three Saxon Tales, earning it a rating of <b>tennis balls</b>.<br />
<br />matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-53358689891788557232012-05-07T11:22:00.002-07:002012-05-07T11:29:29.187-07:00Review: Stardust - Neil GaimanDon't try and take a purposeful walk with Neil Gaiman. It'll take forever, you'll stop and smell myriad roses and probably end up never getting where you want. In short, you'll meander, often simply for the sake of it, and he'll keep your attention for a while, but often be left feeling that the whole exercise was pointless.<br />
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The journey can be the reward ... but sometimes that reward is unsatisfying and annoying.<br />
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I've tried, wanted, to like Gaiman now - <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/03/review-fragile-things-neil-gaiman.html">two times</a> - and failed.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTCTgL7_9gY">Stardust is one of my all-time favourite movies</a>. It's certainly got to be right up there - it features a predictably callow youth coming of age story, plenty of imaginative fight scenes, a strong - climactic - ending, wonderful sense of humour and features all of Dexter Fletcher, De Niro, Ricky Gervais, Jason Flemyng, Mark Strong, Michelle Pfeiffer, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52771yKS3As">a chick from Coupling</a> <b>and</b> Claire Danes. <br />
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Yes, Fletcher is listed first because he was in one of my kiddie favourites (Press Gang) and <i>Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. </i>Perhaps that's where the disconnect occurs: the producer of that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iIvATpV358">seminal modern East-end gangster film</a> was Matthew Vaughn, who directs the feature version of <i>Stardust</i>. He obtained its rights at no cost from Gaiman, who thought he could do a good job in bringing it to life. It turns out I like Matthew Vaughn's work a lot more than Neil Gaiman's. This is one of those rare movies where it exceeds the work from which it grew.<br />
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Gaiman's version reads much the same as the first two thirds of the movie, but with the author's typical homespun feel. While, alongside his delicate, graceful prose, this ability to create believable, real-world fantasies stands as (in my opinion) his greatest skill, this realism doesn't translate through to a big-screen fantasy. Celluloid, for obvious reasons, plays up popular emotions like love, romance, intrigue and adventure. Gaiman's style is to do quite the opposite, creating an interesting world with complex, engaging characters motivated by "real" human emotions.<br />
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The result is that the novel enchants you for the first sixty pages, then continues and finally peters out with about thirty pages remaining. There isn't so much a climax, as a slow recession into nothingness like an old man trying to vocalise lost thoughts. It's not bad, and <i>quite</i> enjoyable, but leaves the reader somewhat disappointed at the lack of climax. It doesn't feel like it's missing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkdrbg4EwGA">a sword fight</a>, or a great happy ending; just that the final pages see a bunch of interminable meandering, as life would generally provide.<br />
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Unfortunately, Gaiman is writing (mostly, up to this point, very well) a fantasy. We don't want real-world finishes, or at least, I don't. I want an inventive solution which isn't a <i>deux ex machina</i>. Gaiman creates wonderful starts, beautiful situations, yet <i>Stardust </i>only strengthened a burgeoning belief that this is his forte, rather than pursuing a narrative. <b>Tennis balls.</b>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-3081338344431436862012-04-26T02:44:00.001-07:002012-05-07T11:23:44.662-07:00Review: Sheilas, Wogs and Poofters - Johnny Warren<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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is my second foray into Australian soccer literature, the </span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: small;"><span lang="zxx"><u><a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/review-world-game-story-of-how-football.html"><span style="font-style: normal;">first</span></a></u></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
having been less than impressive. The good news is that the now 10
year old 'Sheilas, Wogs and Poofters' by the late Johnny Warren is
far better, the bad news is that Warren fell into the standard traps
of all passionate Australian soccer figures.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20fJJW1ZN4hTf1c3bZVYhA8TD_EuJaWfTIRDpCB-UP-bqlf0ZmwZh52vo3uExRJUpyHNJfnd8ARUWPYCjO_dC-j_ypddcfiPnh_Il1TWuy3TXjKYOtimlUZM5Lf6GoPYJ7fsgp1pgfqc/s1600/APR2012+-+Sheilas+Wogs+and+Poofters+-+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20fJJW1ZN4hTf1c3bZVYhA8TD_EuJaWfTIRDpCB-UP-bqlf0ZmwZh52vo3uExRJUpyHNJfnd8ARUWPYCjO_dC-j_ypddcfiPnh_Il1TWuy3TXjKYOtimlUZM5Lf6GoPYJ7fsgp1pgfqc/s1600/APR2012+-+Sheilas+Wogs+and+Poofters+-+Cover.jpg" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">Warren
had an amazing playing career for someone growing up in Australian
during the 1950's where soccer was third or fourth on the list of
priorities for most young men (particularly Anglo ones such as
Warren). As is fairly portrayed by Warren's title, a fair amount of
tasteless stigma was also labelled at those playing the game. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Given
the options available to Warren he managed to forge a club and
international career that deserves celebration. Representing the St
George (Budapest) club with great distinction Warren no doubt had to
prove himself able to transcend ethnic boundaries; 40 odd matches for
Australia (including the 1974 World Cup) showed much dedication at a
time when it was hardly a glamourous lifestyle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The
matches the Australian team of the late 1960's and early 1970's
deserve legendary status, not just for the achievements of the team
but for the scenarios in which they played. The Friendly Nations cup
played as an olive branch to the Vietnamese people by the Western
anti-communist forces is an amazing tale for the conditions (warfare)
that the tournament was played within. As well Warren eulogises on
some of his contemporaries who should receive more credit for their
skills by those who believe that legendary status in Australian
soccer began with Viduka and Kewell et al.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">For
the non devoted supporter of soccer in Australia there are two
general criticisms that can be labelled at the sport in this country.
Number one is that it is constantly racked with in fighting and
controversy. Number two is that the sport needs to learn to stand on
its own two feet and fight for its place in the landscape; rather it
constantly complains about the level of media coverage afforded
Australian Football or Rugby League over itself. Warren in the last
third of the book spirals violently into into these two criticisms
and never recovers. If those in charge of the sport believe it is the
best sport then they need to rise above arguing internally or
complaining about the competition and simply produce a product that
attracts the masses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Recommend
this book for a read and a good summary history of the sport in
Australia and an interesting life story that is at the same time
stereotypically Australian, but also very different from your usual
sporting heroes. <b>Tennis Balls.</b></span></div>
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If <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2011/03/review-book-of-basketball-by-bill.html">Bill
Simmons is the everyman sportswriter</a> full of pop culture,
in-jokes and homer-isms, then Gideon Haigh is his antithesis. You
read Simmons as he thinks aloud, a man down at the bar with his
mates. However, he's <i>just</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
self-aware enough to </span>know that because he monopolises the
conversation he should fling jokes about to keep his audience
engaged. There's obvious research, but done on the sly; he's no
stat-geek, but muses on feel and zeitgeist.
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Haigh, deliberately and with culture
incomparable, <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-big-ship-gideon-haigh.html">compiles
cricketing words</a> that evokes a history professor's magnum opus.
Immaculate research, mirrored by thoughtful prose. Simmons' <i>raison
d'etre</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> is entertaining learning.
For Haigh, it is the reverse. And</span> they're both brilliant.</div>
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Haigh's 2004 compendium “<i>Game for
Anything”</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> released in
Australia his collected writings for publications such as Wisden Asia
and the now-defunct periodicals The Bulletin and Wisden Cricket
Monthly. It features several learned insights into periods of the
game about which I, a studious and informed cricket fan, knew very
little. Each essay is structured magnificently, being economical yet
descriptive; each word is steeped in context. That he quotes an
assortment of historical figures from </span><strike><span style="font-style: normal;">Jardine</span></strike><span style="font-style: normal;">
Machiavelli to Mark Waugh exemplifies his remarkable reading range.</span></div>
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In fact the
stand-out point of Haigh's work is just that – his research.
Articles are based not around his palpable love of the game, it's
correct spirit and statutes; his writing is revolves around a
prescient “angle” and why it emerges as such a story from a
multi-textured background.
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<span style="font-style: normal;">There
are elements of whimsy as well: he defines his favourite cricketer as
<a href="http://balancedsports.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-favourite-cricketer-chris-tavare-by.html">the
English batsman Chris Tavare</a>, decries the rise of park cricket
sledging and, most beautifully of all, develops delicate snapshots of
cricket history. These short trips are, unlike the footage that
comprises most of our memories, full-colour and high-definition –
he makes Bradman <a href="http://historyofcricket.blogspot.com/2007/12/book-review-best-of-best-by-charles.html">more
than ridiculous numbers</a> and grainy footage of a fourth-ball duck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">Perhaps
what's most remarkable about his text is how easily he makes just the
right words fit together on paper. Despite obvious labour over
books, newspapers, journals and microfiche, Haigh's words appear with
economic precision – as if he has the most severe of editors. When
writing for a mass audience using such a scholarly approach, Haigh is
to be praised and respected for balancing intellect with ease of
reading. Characters like <a href="http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/I-am-sorry_9042014">Lawrence
Rowe</a>, <a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/content/player/8311.html">Richard
Wardill</a> and characteristics such as gambling are all treated with
the same laconic, precise respect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">If you
learn about politics from a book by a political master, you learn
about cricket from Haigh – far more than from any other writer
today. His words lack Roebuck's flair but also his occasional florid
tones. He analyses the game from a removed, scholarly position;
writing not because he loves the game (although he does) but because
he feels it has stories to tell. In the prologue, he encourages
young writers to do likewise. A memorable example was my favourite
essay from </span><i>Game for Anything</i><span style="font-style: normal;">,
concerning the late-19</span><sup><span style="font-style: normal;">th</span></sup><span style="font-style: normal;">
century Australian captain <a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/content/player/7974.html">Harry
Trott</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Trott">his
commitment to Kew Asylum</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">Highly
recommended, scoring </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>footballs</b></span><span style="font-style: normal;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;">For a different perspective, the <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/Books/Legends-of-the-Baggy-Green-Game-for-Anything/2004/12/31/1104344979174.html">SMH also reviewed this work</a>. </span></div>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-84605385867668518102012-04-21T03:52:00.001-07:002012-04-23T13:18:26.459-07:00Review: And God Created Cricket – Simon Hughes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Former
veteran county cricketer now cricket journalist Simon Hughes posits this work as
being something of an antithesis to the efforts provided by most
cricketing historians. Hughes even goes as far to mention that those
works developed by <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/review-more-than-game-john-major.html">ex-Prime
Ministers</a> are too serious. 'And God Created Cricket' is a light
hearted romp through centuries of cricket (not to mention debauchery,
skulduggery, and downright bad manners).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTeEunbV9dzfxheU5-6yD6KnxN-KzmKPY5Jnm8Ysa6WaMM2ldYvh765PchITe-mZIQfJZiT58ryXU6h6uWClBTXp-4rg5SItXDwqRYTUMQ8xfuFQj7Dc6Yc_Q_-5c1lvXZjIomu8zSSY/s1600/And+God+Created+Cricket+-+Telegraph.co.uk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTeEunbV9dzfxheU5-6yD6KnxN-KzmKPY5Jnm8Ysa6WaMM2ldYvh765PchITe-mZIQfJZiT58ryXU6h6uWClBTXp-4rg5SItXDwqRYTUMQ8xfuFQj7Dc6Yc_Q_-5c1lvXZjIomu8zSSY/s1600/And+God+Created+Cricket+-+Telegraph.co.uk.jpg" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">Hughes
has researched others works to provide the flow of events from which
he latches onto the more obscure notes of players and matches and
embellishes the stories to their full extent. One must credit Hughes
for sticking to the historical script well, providing those with less
desire for details, a work of ease to get a picture of the history of
cricket. But there are flaws.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Firstly,
as a tabloid journalist one should not be surprised, Hughes seems
incapable of allowing a chapter to pass without finding need to
mention or compare cricket to Premiership Football. Really if you had
never heard of <a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/ci/content/player/14364.html">Hughes the cricketer</a> (and likely given his mediocre
career you would not have) you would think that he is a Football
journalist trying his hand at something new. Some of the references
are just a waste of words. Cricket has a history longer and with far
greater depth than any football code, to feel it necessary to attract
readership this way is missing the point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Secondly,
there are a number of errors throughout the book, the sort of errors
that should never get through good proof reading and editing, but
they did. These are not errors of judgement in interpreting history
but errors of name. The 1930's Australian batsman was Vic Richardson,
not Viv; and the bowler Fleetwood-Smith's Christian name was not
Laurie, but Leslie and in fact he was better known as 'Chuck'. Simple
things that with some care would have been avoided and may have
helped the more educated readership enjoy the book more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Fair
is fair, as a cricketing purist I was unlikely to rate this book
above Tennis Balls when I seek so much from cricketing literature,
but it does not even make this. <b>Marbles.</b></span></div>
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</div>Ben Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482356578373540986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-46062919232001139992012-04-16T09:16:00.000-07:002012-04-16T09:16:20.812-07:00Review: Wishful Drinking - Carrie FisherMy Mum and Dad were two thirds of the Brad, Jen and Angelina of the '50s. I love them both despite their flaws. I did <i>Star Wars</i>. I married, then dated Paul Simon. A lot of his (depressing) lyrics are about me. I have a sense of humour, which is a really good thing. I was addicted to a whole bunch of drugs and alcohol. I wrote a novel about it, and my famously dysfunctional family. A gay friend of mine once died in my bed which gave me PTSD. My second husband left me for another man, which messed with me even more. Through all this, I was bipolar, but didn't know it. When I did, I received electroshock therapy, meaning I can't remember much. I'm now under treatment and living a more centred, normal life than ever before.<br />
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This may as well be Carrie Fisher's book <i>Wishful Drinking</i>, a text adaptation of her successful one-woman stage show. Really, without much exaggeration, the paragraph above could well represent the entire lightweight 150+ pages. It's patently a cash-in from the stage show, which was was designed to be a humorous recollection of what led her from famous parents, through <i>Star Wars</i> to Simon, addiction and commitment to various asylums. Unfortunately this sight-gag-reliant, disjointed and vague approach is acceptable (even desirable) in a spoken word performance, it falls flat as a text.<br />
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The other reason for this eclectic authorship is a result of Fisher undergoing electroshock therapy for mental illness. This means she simply doesn't remember much of her life, as the treatment rendered whole chunks of her past are a virtual nonevent. Being unable to recall much of one's life has the capacity to make a memoir either oddly ethereal <a href="http://books.google.com/books/about/Punter.html?id=i90OPQAACAAJ">or painfully shallow</a>. Fortunately, Fisher stays mainly with the former and the book accurately represents what she remembers of her
life - a series of unconnected events with their nascence stemming from a naive
showbiz upbringing, early fame and drugs. <br />
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She gets more serious - but not much, given her stated aim of finding humour in the blackness - when writing of her issues with mental health. The book ends with a moving one-page tribute to those similarly afflicted, pleading for their everyday battle needs to be respected rather than shunned. Fittingly and redeemingly, it is the most coherent and lucid page of the entire book. The narrative style means Fisher's constant struggle with mental illness is danced around, but is the gravitas keeping the book from being not so much light as vaporous.<br />
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There is every chance my answer to the archetypal profile question "Who would you most like to have dinner with?" would include Carrie Fisher. This would be for reasons of <a href="http://www.celebrities.pl/carrie_fisher/carrie7.jpg">then</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZ97s396kb0">now</a>. (<i>The second clip actually boasts many/most of the book's best gags.</i>) While the botox-free 1982 version would be welcome for re-living my childhood and teen years, the 2012 edition would provide a completely different perspective on almost every conversation. As much as my teen self hates my 2012 version for writing it, this year's Carrie Fisher would take a seat at my table. However, this still can't make me recommend her book too highly - <b>marbles</b> - it loses something in translation. See the show instead.matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-3908125318226899572012-03-27T17:39:00.001-07:002012-08-15T17:18:04.562-07:00Review: Fragile Things - Neil GaimanI'd heard so much about Neil Gaiman.<br />
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He's probably <a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/neilhimself">the most followed</a> <i>auteur </i>author on Twitter, he wrote a quality episode of my favourite TV programme (Doctor Who - The Doctor's Wife), I <i>loved</i> the movie Stardust and he's become a sort-of geek Elvis. Inspired, I reserved a copy of a short story collection from my local library, my first Gaiman.<br />
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I hope I chose poorly.<br />
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<i>Fragile Things</i> is a collection of short stories and poetry that Gaiman was commissioned to write for various collations. It begins with a twenty-odd page exploration into the roots of each tale, during which he writes about a time where he began to collaborate with master of the genre Harlan Ellison. He says that Ellison had to finish one of his own works, and told Gaiman to begin work on their short story and he'd catch up. When he returned, he told Gaiman "No, not doing it - it reads like Neil Gaiman". This could perhaps sum up the book better than any of my observations: Gaiman has his own recognisable style which he pairs with a varying tone from story to story.<br />
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Which is fine, of course, expected even - except when the stories aren't grabbing the reader. The title, <i>Fragile Things</i>, is perhaps the most enjoyable aspect of the work, for it perfectly describes Gaiman's writing. He uses each word precisely, delicately and lightly, giving the reader the feeling that should they close the book too quickly, the words of the text will dislodge and flutter into disorder. He writes like one assembles a jigsaw - there is no alternative but to be precise.<br />
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He is an artisan, respectful of the written word and it's propensity misuse and so writes with paramount agility. Unfortunately for my preferences though, his deftness with sentence construction is paired with a minimalist approach to storyline; this collection comprises mainly beautifully constructed scenes which rarely tell the end of the tale.<br />
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The stories within are immaculate games of "What If...", leading to a number of unusual situations, but often lack resolution. In many ways, this book is like a lighter collection of Coen Brothers short films - stuff happens and then the movie ends. Given my past reviews, it should <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/02/review-game-of-thrones-george-r-r.html">come as no surprise</a> that resolution forms a key part of my literary enjoyment. Gaiman, like the Coens, aren't strong on this and prefer to present interesting scenes that leave the reader where the artist started - with a "What about..."<br />
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In Volume One of his prison diaries, Jeffrey Archer wrote about creating short fictions. When doing so, he said, it was imperative to have the end in mind. A novel could be plotted logically and, although needing to collect tension properly and avoid any <i>Deus ex machinae</i>, didn't need a hard ending in mind when writing began. Archer is obviously from a completely different school of writing from Gaiman, but there is reason to his statements. Gaiman can ignore them simply because these short fictions rarely led anywhere, much less a conclusion.<br />
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I'm looking forward to my next tryst with Neil Gaiman, if only because I'm positive (or at least hoping) that I'll enjoy it more than this load of <b>marbles</b>.<br />
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Related review: <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/05/review-stardust-neil-gaiman.html">Stardust - Neil Gaiman</a>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-69904539482505778012012-03-10T01:53:00.003-08:002012-03-11T14:56:32.030-07:00Review: More Than a Game - John Major<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">I really do need to admit that although being a born and bred Australian I am spending more and more time putting my head above the neighbouring fence and enjoying the delights of sport as enjoyed by the English. This is quite the admission, and flies in the face of everything I learned from the likes of Dean Jones, Allan Border, and Steve Waugh. English cricket to them was defined by failure and therefore very much the lesser when compared to Australia's ruthless winning culture (even when losing), but I am no longer of the same opinion and not just because Australia has lost the past two Ashes series.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">The real sticking point that for my mind that Australian cricket falls short of is its cultural impact. While we cannot deny that cricket remains a strong part of Australian culture, for the English over the past 250 years it is clear that cricket has has gone beyond merely being a part of and driven culture. Australian cricket has not shifted society as English cricket did. While Australians often pointed to the archaic distinction between amateurs and professionals (upper and lower classes) as being disgraceful, the reality is that such distinctions were well established in English society at large. While cricket did indeed choose to accept and incorporate them into it's play, it became a microcosm for the observation of social distinctions highlighting their hypocritical nature and ultimately doing away with them.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">Without becoming a screaming Anglophile let us not forget that there are plenty of parts of Australian cricketing history that one may choose to let lie when all is said and done. Cricket historians may eventually afford the words 'mental disintegration' the same level of disgust and horror as has already been attributed 'bodyline'. </span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cricket became for England a pastime upon which a nations leisure revolved, as John Major title's his book it is 'More Than a Game' with many famous cricketing names being non-players. How many sports or leisure activities honour journalists and administrators to the same degree as cricket does? Not to mention those who were patrons of the game. How many sports have entire wings of literature (fiction and non-fiction) devoted to them, not to mention certain religious understandings being exemplified as was 'Muscular Christianity' – although a nod must go to Rugby for its theological input as well.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5S5YnWtkI-0L_poR_XaTaNhTR90VSFoeXL2tmbh8zDlXi70L8Xc1og58acUPmD3P0pr0tPv4_3C7X8s9MxIUF_5ectFbC31WfDXY2VhTp9xbiWdt2xELlQPUNm7_O5wDhSlW5zV66eo/s1600/FEB2012+-+More+Than+a+Game+-+Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5S5YnWtkI-0L_poR_XaTaNhTR90VSFoeXL2tmbh8zDlXi70L8Xc1og58acUPmD3P0pr0tPv4_3C7X8s9MxIUF_5ectFbC31WfDXY2VhTp9xbiWdt2xELlQPUNm7_O5wDhSlW5zV66eo/s320/FEB2012+-+More+Than+a+Game+-+Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">Major brings all of this together in a tremendous work of historical review. His purpose is to describe what he believes are the lost centuries of cricket. Crickets actual beginnings likely will never be known but positive evidence for it existing in 17<sup>th</sup> century England exists. Major takes the reader on a journey to understand these earliest moments of the game he loves, and how the gradual shift in English society was mirrored by the growth that became an empires favourite pastime.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is not a book for the casual cricket lover so be wary. It is as full of detail as any book I have ever read. Major profiles at length the characters and teams that made up the game in each moment through history. It would be hard pressed to accept this as a good read based on that description but honestly I could not put this book down and wished it would never end. </span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cricket tradition is not what it is often made out to be in 21<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><sup>st</sup></span> century Australia. Modified versions of the game did not originate with 50 over cricket or receive an injection of charisma upon the 'revolution' that is T20. Afford yourself a peruse at the very least of Wikipedia and you will find men of the like of Billy Beldham entering into one on one contests of gladiatorial nature in the late 18<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><sup>th</sup></span> and early 19<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><sup>th</sup></span> centuries, or the entrepreneurial William Clarke leading his 'All-England XI' around for invitational games often against the odds. You see cricket has always evolved, tradition did not originate with Chappell brothers or even Sir Donald Bradman, cricket history runs much, much deeper.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">There is a positive, and to not afford Murray his due for this would be wrong. Murray has chosen to highlight footballers and teams that he believes are the best ever. His choices open the mind of the casual observer such as myself up to learning of names such as Di Stefano and Garrincha who were greats of the game yet escape mainstream notoriety such as Maradona and Pele. Maradona and Pele are indeed profiled, and worthy praise is afforded them, however Murray steers clear of players such as David Beckham or Wayne Rooney. To him these latter day notables are notable for more than simply being great footballers, but also a product of the English style of play that he regularly turns his nose up at through the book.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">As a footballing purist it is absolutely with an educated eye that Murray passes judgement on the English game, while also holding up that which has been played in Eastern Europe and South America. Murray though labours the point and many others over and over again, so much so that the reader spirals in and out of deja vu. The tragedy that was the Hungarian national teams failure to win the final of the 1954 World Cup must be explained in agonising detail multiple times according to Murray. Psychologists at the ready, Murray (born </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>László Ürge</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> in Hungary) has still not reached 'closure' on this boyhood heartbreak 57 years later. This is not the only repetition.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Diego Maradona is Murray's choice as the greatest footballer of all. Murray waxes lyrical about his stardom back in Argentina, his struggles at Barcelona, his adoption as a Neapolitan, and of course his heroic leadership of Argentina to World Cup glory in 1986. But Murray admits to the star of Maradona being tarnished with his drug abuse and of course the 'Hand of God' goal on his way to lifting the 1986 World Cup. Murray provides a well balanced and thoughtful analysis of the latter incident. Next chapter however has Murray running through an explanation of every World Cup ever held, the highlights and star players. Come 1986 what do we read? A well balanced and thoughtful analysis of the 'Hand of God' incident, again. </span></span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Except that you will derive enjoyment from learning sporting history otherwise unknown as a sporting nerd the book serves little purpose and receives </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Marbles - </b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">just.</span></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The initial question I would have for Ben Collins is how did he go about selecting the interviewees? Presented as a the champion team and coaching staff they certainly would be awesome to watch in full flight, but in reading the names the feel is that the interviewees amount to who was available and willing rather than the best. The irony however is that those persons I would class as individual club champions but not champions of the game were often those who provided the most interesting read, so in this respect the reader must be grateful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The highlight of the book for a Victorian based reader were that interviews were conducted with Neil Kerley, John Todd, and Glen Jakovich. Kerley and Todd are famed figures as players and coaches within South Australian and Western Australian football, they never played in the VFL/AFL however are legends of the sport. To read their stories was fantastic, and opened my own mind into the world of football that did and still does exist beyond Victoria and the modern AFL, but has largely been ignored within Victoria. Jakovich likewise, though a stand out during the 1990s for West Coast was another from Western Australia, and his story was fascinating but largely ignored outside his home state.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The book is not a series of questions and answers, though obviously Collins while interviewing each player would have led the conversation with queries, the final products are a series of paragraphs and thoughts. This makes the book all the more engaging, and though repetition is always likely to creep in, helped to keep it at bay. Unfortunately some of the interviews are simply boring, and have been provided by persons who clearly have little else in life outside football to provide context and balance. As you would expect it is the modern games interviewees who suffer most.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My favourite interview has to be with Bob Skilton. A man who has had his life defined by personal footballing success, and the lack of it for the team he played with, but spends most of the time referring to others who influenced him. The humility and understatement is amazing for a man who won three Brownlow medals and nine South Melbourne Best and Fairests.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My mistake probably was to read the book cover to cover. Such a work probably works best as a place that you dive in and out of as the mood takes you, one interview at a time. It has served its purpose in whetting my appetite for the upcoming season. <b>Tennis Balls</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">. </span></span></div>
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</div>Ben Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482356578373540986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-42843380948964495802012-02-20T21:48:00.005-08:002012-02-24T09:56:20.511-08:00Review: Original Sin - Andy LaneOriginal Sin provided some interesting twists for <i>Virgin </i>series of Doctor Who <i>New Adventures</i>. It features one of the Original Series' finest baddies and was the second time in that series that the Doctor took a new companion(s) onto the TARDIS. The nature of these two new companions - Adjudicators Roz Forrester and Chris Cwej - then provided new enlightenment into the dystopian future that the NA authors loved so well.<br />
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The New Adventures carried on - at least initially - Sylvester McCoy's mysterious portrayal of the Doctor, the dark, cryptic Time Lord who served as "Time's Champion". Because Original Sin takes place directly after that arc's key story <i>Human Nature </i>- where the Doctor becomes more aware of his actions' ramifications on his human friends, and thus less mysterious - the characterisation of the Doctor is very much of a likeable, but knowledgeable imp. Newbies Cwej and Forrester are interesting and likeable enough, with Forrester particularly having the kind of emotional baggage that made <i>Who </i>writers in the mid-90s salivate. While Benny - the most consistently drawn character in the entire <i>Virgin NA</i> series - is understandably her usual self, for a change there are actually some minor characters worth noting - in this case, the insane Doctor Zebulon Pryce.<br />
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However, it is in the characterisation of the chief villain that I was most disappointed. Without revealing too much, he is maniacal rather than megalomanic, unhinged rather than calculating and desperate when opportunistic is much more to established type. Personally, I don't mind when "Greatest Hits" bad guys are brought back, but prefer to see them written as they were in their original appearance: to be believable, they must command the same consistency as we expect from portrayals of the Doctor and his buddies.<br />
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<i>Original Sin</i> recreates a fondly-remembered bad guy simply because the author could, and then credits him as being behind the scenes of several high-profile Who enemies. To do so partially and needlessly negates seminal stories such as <i>Robot</i> and, *cough* <i>Invasion of the Dinosaurs</i>. Given lackadaisical characterisation and throwaway continuity, the book would have been better served with a new adversary.<br />
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</tbody></table>As <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/01/review-doctor-who-city-at-worlds-end-by.html">we've noted here before</a>, much of early 90s Who was written by fans. This brought with it good and bad points - the series was in the hands of people who genuinely cared about its direction, but given six-book story arcs and the occasional slavish reliance on continuity, the series became less accessible to the casual reader. <i>Who </i>fans enjoy and relish the series history, but to become dependent on it - as the series itself did in the early '80s (thank<b> </b>you, Ian Levine) - is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jn_J425eo3Q">fanboy folly</a>. That those fanboys were apparently all devotees of William Gibson and Alan Moore is painfully apparent.<br />
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In toto, the book seems as if Lane had a series of good ideas which were only tenuously connected and threw them together to create a novel which, while working, doesn't thrive. It's a worthwhile read - if only to meet the new guys Cwej and Forrester - but feels like it should be more than it is.<br />
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For more Doctor Who reviews, visit <a href="http://whoreviewed.blogspot.com/"><b>Who. Reviewed</b>.</a><b> </b>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-50965285873572379352012-02-14T09:22:00.000-08:002012-02-14T09:22:31.384-08:00Review: Game of Thrones - George R. R. Martin<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">If there's one thing I can't stand, it's an eight-hundred page introduction.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I seem to be inundated with the the bloody things at the moment – The Phantom <strike>Pants</strike> Menace came out in 3D on Friday (forming part one of a three-part, seven-hours-of-celluloid intro) and <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2012/01/review-two-towers-by-jrr-tolkien.html">only a few weeks ago I finished <i>The Two Towers</i></a>, book two of Tolkien's introduction to Lord of the Rings.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And only last week I finished book one of the highly-regarded <i>Game of Thrones</i>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The series is actually named “A Song of Ice and Fire” and authored by George R. R. Martin, but has gained a far greater following in recent years as “Game of Thrones” after HBO broadcast a big-budget – and quite faithful – TV adaptation. The first book in this series tells the story of the noble houses of the Seven Kingdoms through the eyes of several key figures.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I became utterly absorbed in this book. I read it everywhere, from waiting rooms to buses, savouring every quick plot twist and trying unsuccessfully to anticipate the novel's climax. However, Martin worked in so many delicate subplots that three quarters of the way through it became apparent that the novel couldn't (or wouldn't even try to) resolve them before it finished. I found this remarkably frustrating, as almost every other aspect of the novel was outstanding. This means the novel didn't crescendo to a climax but to a kind of damp squib. While there were some plot elements settled, others left the reader hanging like in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=gb_NQLalkAY#t=359s">the original Italian Job</a>. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">It's a simple premise of speculative fiction: each “episode” needs to stand as a work of it's own. As a serendipitous example of this, take the most famous film trilogy of all time. Although George Lucas originally planned for Star Wars to be a trilogy, he wasn't initially able to secure funding for the project and made “A New Hope” as a standalone film. It was only when the movie became the greatest film of all time that he was able to pour the requisite dollars into <i>Empire</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> and </span><i>Jedi</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. By circumstance (and given his recent work many would say that's the biggest stroke of luck in history) he had to make Star Wars as a discrete work of art. </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">The same could be said of The Empire Strikes back – you can watch either of the first two Star Wars films without needing to see the other. We'll get to Return of the Jedi later. Or never, preferably.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Tolkien anathema Raymond E. Feist did the same with Magician, another series of fantasy books which seems to breed like rabbits. Each volume of his groundbreaking trilogy could be read enjoyably as an individual novel, not leaving the consumer to immediately think “Now I have to go and buy/borrow/steal </span><i>A Darkness at Sethanon</i><span style="font-style: normal;">”. Drawing another fictional example, it's why </span><i>The Wire</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> is so fraught – there simply isn't enough resolution to go around. When compared to other series that depend on plot arcs (say, </span><i>Battlestar Galactica</i><span style="font-style: normal;">), there's a vast difference that makes the consumer less on edge.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">It's also unfortunate that during what should be the final acts of resolution – the last fifty pages – the book jumps (the shark?) from a human based drama to include more of the supernatural. It's saddening to see, as the dexterity with which Martin deploys his bevy of convincing human characters doesn't deserve the “get-outs” of fantastical creatures.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">For a book that I mostly thoroughly loved, that's a lot of criticism, so let's examine what makes </span><i>Game of Thrones</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> so eminently readable. The novel is plotted so hard it could be a poem (but </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><u>isn't</u></span><span style="font-style: normal;">, Tolkien), it's characters are amongst the most believable of any science-fiction/fantasy series and set pieces are often resolved imaginatively and unexpectedly. It's also intriguing that, as with Phillip Pullman, the world is seen through the eyes of children. These little humans, who are as convincingly portrayed as I think I've ever read form many of the main antagonists and each is forced to mature quickly and assume their place in a middle-age society. As the reader's point of view changing rapidly between characters the first thirty pages can be confusing, but the narrative device works well – indeed so well after a while you can't imagine another story-telling method. Also, with </span><i>Game</i><span style="font-style: normal;">'s global scope, seeing the world through characters the whole world over allows a level of insight rarely afforded by fantasy constructs.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Although there are many plot strands left for books two and beyond, what makes the book so addictive is its pacing. It's like there is a black hole at the end of the book which starts pulling the reader towards it; at first almost innocuously and as you get nearer with greater force. It's a book which will no doubt provide you with any number of nights where you put it down at 2am having meant to read only a chapter.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">A thoroughly worthwhile read, but only if you plan to read the rest of the series. <b> </b></span><b>Footballs</b><span style="font-style: normal;">.</span></div>matthew_woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997294649154263799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-33146803495905504082012-02-10T21:07:00.000-08:002012-07-12T15:06:51.047-07:00Review: Murderball – Will Swanton<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: small;">For the <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com.au/2012/02/review-millers-luck-roland-perry.html">second book</a> in a row I was required to endure the author while seeking desperately for the story. Where this was a story of a phenomenally impressive team of Australian athletes the overbearing nature of Will Swanton's writing takes so much effort for the reader. But first the positives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Murderball title no doubt tries to leverage off the consistently titled <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0436613/">2005 film</a> about Wheelchair Rugby, but as you read you are left in little doubt that for the competitors involved they have no time for marketability, they are hardened competitors with only victory in mind. Predominately in their own words, this is the story of the Australian teams pursuit of gold at the 2008 Beijing Paralympics.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Beginning with Australian coach Brad Dubberly's massive decision to step away from playing to coach, you begin with an early familiarity of each of the players, understanding their lives, and journey's into this most brutal of sports. They train hard, play hard, ask no quarter and give none either. After the familiarity you run through tournament by tournament, match by match, as they descend upon Beijing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The struggle of this book is Swanton who rather than an author acts more as an editor, collating the stories from each member of the team. These stories are told by rough characters, men hardened by life, hardened for the game. What they need is an objective sensible voice providing the reader with information and balance that they may understand the athletes story better. What they got is someone who behaves as though they are one of the team. The pointless swearing, aggressive tone, and judgemental nature of the narrative is not required, the guys tell the story, Swanton comes across a fool as he confuses the reader. </span> </div>
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</div>Ben Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482356578373540986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182781555927976044.post-46557629803986362232012-02-01T01:49:00.000-08:002012-02-05T21:22:30.352-08:00Review: Miller's Luck – Roland Perry<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">I entered into this book with trepidation. For a long time I have been searching for a Keith Miller biography that was not this effort by Roland Perry, with no luck. One of the great cricket writers David Frith was scathing in his <a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/magazine/content/story/250410.html" target="_blank">review</a> of Perry's work, citing multiple factual errors that grated on him. Similar reviews have been provided <a href="http://in2books.com.au/file_admin/81_WisJan.pdf">by Gideon Haigh</a> and <a href="http://bookswithballs.blogspot.com/2011/06/review-bradmans-invincibles-roland.html">even right here</a>. I scoured second hand book stores where all that was on their shelves were multiple copies of Miller's Luck by Roland Perry.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYxd-CHppufkaLcKa33ZoXw6tdGZBW-gMD5Mk2rzngpNIFATOwxy7CGoh6wHonYr-KBQhx7nub3AoCY-BqbEmVsso4XgUe4IK2wFIAxrShQQXa5uquLZhx6jc41iC0E2XwVI8T1gz9tU/s1600/Review-Millers+Luck-RandomHouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYxd-CHppufkaLcKa33ZoXw6tdGZBW-gMD5Mk2rzngpNIFATOwxy7CGoh6wHonYr-KBQhx7nub3AoCY-BqbEmVsso4XgUe4IK2wFIAxrShQQXa5uquLZhx6jc41iC0E2XwVI8T1gz9tU/s320/Review-Millers+Luck-RandomHouse.jpg" width="208" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">Deflated that my searching had come to nothing I swallowed my pride, took my desire to find out more about Miller and lifted a copy from the local library's shelf. As I found out as I read it a previous borrower had too become so frustrated with errors (though their frustrations were World War II facts) that they had taken to the book with a pen themselves!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Without even re-hashing the factual inaccuracies of the work, simply put this biography is deplorably written. Rather than a study of a complex and polarising character, Perry serves up 500 pages of hero worship that just completely turns you off as you read. Miller was a tremendous all-round cricketing talent and a war veteran who escaped death multiple times (often due his own insubordination). However he also was a heavy drinker, addicted gambler and constant philanderer that makes the overriding rhetoric of hero worship difficult to justify.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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