I have never seen (or held - it`s a hefty hardback, built to last) a book like this before. I hesitate to suggest that it is a book to actually read sequentially, as one would the average biography, though it is gloriously addictive.
What Robin Daniels, who knew his subject, has given the grateful reader is a cornucopoeia of extracts, examples and lengthy passages from a rich life fully led by Neville Cardus, a man who is, in these brutalised tabloid times, in need of rediscovery. He was one of the very greatest journalistic writers of his time -indeed of all time - whether talking about his beloved cricket, in sensuous prose, or his equally revered classical music, in the same lovingly crafted sentences.
Cardus (who died in 1975 at the age of 86) was a journalist of `the old school` who pursued his apprenticeship under legendary mentors on the Manchester Guardian in the early decades of the 20th century. In his time he wrote, not only journalism - some of which, lucky for us, has been issued in book form - but autobiography, and occasional biography, for example his succinct, hilarious and evocative portrait of Sir Thomas Beecham, whom he knew well.
What is so unusual and so generous about this exemplary book are its extensive quotes from, not only Cardus himself, but his mentors and many others who were a part of the man`s life: composers, musicians, conductors, sportsmen, journalists, and so on.
To cut a potentially long review short, if you are interested in either music or cricket then this is a book you need in your life. It will bring inspiration,
succour, warmth...and a feast of the best writing a century had to offer.
I am not particularly enamoured of cricket (my loss, I`m sure) but I still read Cardus`s descriptions of long-ago sunlit matches with almost as much pleasure as his reviews of pre-war concerts by Kathleen Ferrier or the Halle...
This really is a unique memoir - as its title implies, a celebration - most lovingly assembled by the author as a testament to a great and likeable man, a very fine writer, and a time when criticism could still be viewed as an art in itself. Ken Tynan, Clive James, David Thomson and a few others have taken up the baton, but who is there will follow?
This book will find its small audience; would it were greater.