Only one masterpiece has ever been written about the game: Beyond a Boundary, by the intellectual and political agitator C. Cricket’s most characteristic literary productions have been delightful but minor works: Hugh de Selincourt’s The Cricket Match or the famous village contest in A. Once he discovered his great comic gift he abandoned the game instantly, never to return. Wodehouse only dealt seriously with cricket in his early school stories. It is frequently asserted that cricket has produced a great literature, but in truth no great writer has ever been inspired by the sport, in the way that Hemingway could be moved by bull-fighting or Tolstoy by hunting. I was forced to read about the game instead, but that too was a disappointment. Sports shops like Lillywhites only offer repulsive stretch-nylon garments that feel as horrid against the skin as they are revolting to the eye.įurthermore, this April was exceptionally cold and wet, so the cricket matches I had hoped to play were cancelled.
This is an even bigger disaster than it seems because manufacturers appear to have given up making proper cream cricket whites. It is a harrowing process: this year my cricket bat has vanished, and it turns out that I have put on so much weight that I can no longer fit into my cricket trousers. My most important ritual of the year comes at the start of April, when I burrow in cupboards and old boxes for my cricket kit.
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