Benjamin Moorehead

Over and out?

Cricket writing, in the age of professionalism, affords less room to dreamy scribes.

issue 31 July 2010

Cricket writing, in the age of professionalism, affords less room to dreamy scribes. Fact and revelation are preferred to style and reflection. The roaming tour diary is rare, ghosted autobiographies rife. There are notable exceptions, of course, and we can happily toss Duncan Hamilton among them.

Hamilton is on a roll. He has won the William Hill Sports Book of the Year twice, in 2007 and 2009, the latter for his biography of Harold Larwood, chief executioner — and victim — of the infamous Bodyline tactic used to nullify Don Bradman’s Australians in 1932-33. The Larwood book cracks along at a hurtling pace; A Last English Summer, set to the beat of the 2009 season, is a much more personal and contemplative read, which escapes woolly romanticism by the style of its delivery, every bit as crisp as the sound of a new leather ball on a willow bat.

Each chapter takes Hamilton to another setting, from Lord’s to Acre Bottom, home of the Lancashire League club, Ramsbottom.

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