Elizabeth Wilson (5) (1936–)

"The term 'love' is also mysterious, although possibly it had something to do with the universal practice in earlier times of betting on matches ('for love or money'). That one word has caused more controversy than any other aspect of the game, but these linguistic mysteries only add to the romance of tennis."

Every year in June, a friend of mine despairs over many comments of mine - both on social media and when meeting up in person - because I will be in the throws of the ongoing thrill that is the tennis season and my friend absolutely detests the sport - and especially the scoring system. Or, rather, I should say the the 'idiotic' scoring system.
Over the years, this has developed into a bit of a joke between us and by now we have made it a tradition that she will comment on the matches as well - which usually is hilarious.

What has all this to do with the Love Game? Nothing, except that when reading this book I was reminded of my friend and how much she would despise the book. Not so because Love Game is about tennis, but because there seem to be very few answers in the book to questions that the non-tennis enthusiast might have. What I am getting at is that, while reading this book, I was not sure who it was written for. Was it written for people who are already familiar with the sport or for people who were looking for an overview of the sport and its history?

Most of the book read like a piece of academic work, although less like a research paper and more like a literature review, touching on subjects and stories, but never fully investigating them.

Also, having followed the sport since the late 1980s and actually having read some of the books that are referenced in Love Game, much of the information was tangible, if not even familiar. Even to a degree where it was possible to notice where stories were summarised to the extent that they may have lost some of their poignancy.

As a result, I liked the book as a compendium of tennis history but only as a quick introduction, as an appetizer, if you will. I would doubt tho that the fairy impersonal, dare I say passion-less, style of the book would enthuse anyone to find out more about the personalities and issues that have shaped the sport since its inception.… (mehr)

This was an interesting, colourful and occasionally annoying history of lawn tennis, from its origins in the 1870s to the present day. The author spends a fair bit of time setting tennis in the context of the development of sport, culture and society in general. While this is perfectly legitimate, I felt that her analysis was sometimes overlong and rather simplistic, particularly in the latter stages where she rails against the corporate domination of the sport, painting it as being a stagnating or declining sport, with boring players, an image that just doesn't seem to square with the tennis I love to watch. Of course, there is always room for improvement and some players are always going to be more exciting to watch than others, but that's life. I didn't buy into her doom-laden narrative. On the good side, though, there were some interesting sketches of the great players of the early decades such as Tilden and Cramm.… (mehr)

This is a gem of an espionage novel, reminiscent of early le Carre.

The principal protagonist is Jack McGovern, a Detective Inspector in Special Branch. While he enjoys the work he has is conscious of the rift it causes between him and his father, a Communist and former leader of industrial action in Glasgow's docks.

The novel is set in 1951 and opens with the news that Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean have disappeared, and are believed to have fled to the Soviet Union to escape being unmasked as spies. One of the characters works in the Courtauld Institute and we are given an excellent vignette of the Institute's director, Dr Anthony Blunt, as he is hounded by reporters eager to know if he had been involved. [This was intriguing given that Blunt wasn't formally unveiled as one of the Cambridge spies until the late 1970s, though apparently there had always been some suspicions about him.]

Colin Harris, a British socialist who had emigrated to East Germany pays a visit to London and meets up with former friends who are surprised to learn that he is engaged (Harris had previously been known as a committed homosexual). McGovern is asked to investigate Harris to see what he is really after. It transpires that Harris had been prosecuted for and, indeed, convicted of murder, subsequently being acquitted after an appeal. Meanwhile Konrad Eberhardt, an eminent German scientist who had fled to Britain in 1938, is murdered, having been seen with Harris at the funeral of an eminent socialist activist. McGovern has to determine whether this was merely coincidence, especially since rumours begin to circulate that Eberhardt was about to publish his memoirs. Other rumours suggest that, far from fleeing the Nazi regime, he had been a closer sympathiser of Hitler.

The ploy has labyrinthine twists, though these never seem superfluous. The characters are vivid and believable, and I look forward to reading more by Elizabeth Wilson.… (mehr)