I’ve read a number of books about sports in my day. Sport & active-living have always played important parts in my life; so why not read about what I love? I have been thoroughly disappointed reading some of these books which in my experience have been tailored to a male audience; in one I felt like I shouldn’t have been reading it due to the comments about prostitutes in Vegas. Really.
With a week off looming & after reading a terribly dark book I wanted to pick up something bright, light, and fun. When I visited the library I found a couple books from one of my lists & then treated myself to picking a book off the shelf that I thought might fill the ‘summer read’ category. I ended up randomly selecting a book on Sri Lankan cricket. I know very little about Sri Lanka & even less about cricket and has the book ever been a treat. I love a book that seamlessly weaves truth and fiction; one that talks about beauty, love of sport, and teaches me a thing or two about the country in which it’s set.
A couple of my favourite lines: “Some people gaze at setting suns, sitting mountains, teenage virgins and their wiggling thighs. I see beauty in free kicks, late cuts, slam dunks, tries from halfway and balls that turn from off to leg” (The Legend of Pradeep Mathew, Shehan Karunatilaka). For me its the sounds too – skates on ice, the ‘swish’ of the basketball touching nothing but net – shwa. Gorgeous.
The other line I love (which taken out of context may not be quite as beautiful to you but I’ll try to summarize) – comes when the protagonist is trying to explain to his wife that of course he loves her more than cricket…but people remember sporting events more than they’d care to remember anything about said protagonists life. The author highlights examples of upsets and underdogs at the international level: “Sport can unite worlds, tear down walls and transcend race, the past, and all probability. Unlike life, sport matters”. What better way to enjoy a holiday than reading a good book on a sunny deck?
More interesting vacation stories to come (well…maybe more interesting)*grin*.
I also have to add how fun my unplanned evening became; my only goal coming home today was to take the bike out for a quick rip. Instead my dad’s cousin showed up at Pop’s place & Tom & I went running over for a visit. Uncle Mario thought it had been 15 years since I’d last seen him…I think perhaps closer to 10. It was so great to see him as he always tells the funniest stories with his thick Croatian accent. We then toodled off to pick up a ping pong table from my “aunt & uncle”. Alvin just schooled me but I can predict that this will be a great addition to our home. I’ll have to take some action shots & post them up here.