The best ever cricket book, that I’ve read anyway

NetherlandLet me recommend a book for you – Netherland by Joseph O’Neill.

Netherland is a story of dislocation, or ‘distractedness’, due to post-9/11 trauma, loss of love and alienation, and rediscovery through cricket. Dutchman Hans van den Broek finds himself living alone in New York after his British wife leaves him and returns to New York. He drifts in a disaffection until he discovers the local cricket community and finds some sense of belonging and a connection to his younger life.

In New York, cricket takes on a uniquely American character. The grass is too rough to allow shots along the ground, necessitating baseball-like swings to the deep,  the players are all immigrants, West Indians and east Indian largely, there is the risk that someone will pull a gun during a game and the future of the game is in the hands of a dodgy entrepreneur (Chuck Ramkissoon, Hans’ only real friend), with plans to build a cricket stadium in Brooklyn and get India and Pakistan to play there.

However, the ordered and dignified soul of the game of cricket still exists in New York, and through this Hans is able to pick up the pieces of his life.

It is a beautifully written book, deep and thoughtful, yet with a sparkling turn of phrase. Highly recommended.

(Having written all this and doing a quick Google to see what others are saying, I see that the book and its author have already been reviewed on Cricinfo.)


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