In this entertaining look at the game, the Canadian novelist describes how he grew up in Montreal, frequenting its pool halls and developing a love of pool and later snooker. He notes that spending his youth in this way was not considered appropriate for a young Jewish boy but this did not prevent him from continuing to appreciate the game, an appreciation which comes across in this book, despite some acerbic observations on some of those involved with the modern game.
He traces the history of snooker from its origins, through the Joe Davis era, to today's multi-million pound televised circuit. Richler reflects frankly on the players, in some cases making his distaste all too apparent, yet making his respect and admiration for others plain to see. He narrates meetings with several players and recounts stories, many of which will be new to all but the most ardent of snooker followers. His observations are not limited to the players though, some of his most critical and witty remarks are reserved for those running the game and for the groupies which follow the circuit.
The book culminates with the author's visit to the 2000 World Championship where he assesses the various characters involved. This is not a review of the tournament but a thoughtful and witty reflection on many of the players - his shock and disappointment at Stephen Hendry's defeat is notable.
This is a very personal book, written honestly, but with humour and respect. Its style is light and is interspersed with Ronnie Corbett-like digressions, particularly on other sports and their heroes. It should entertain not only lovers of snooker, but those who are passionate about any sport.