It is very hard not to find amusement in Richard Hellers A Tale of Ten Wickets-and sometimes a deeper emotion. A fictional but somewhat familiar village, Upton Chesney, prepares with relish for its annual visit from The Frenetics, an aptly named London-based wandering side. Through the visiting scorer (a sort of narrator in the style of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales), and a lost travel writer, the reader meets a rich gallery of characters, each with a unique story. Written with gentle irreverence and a nice eye for the eccentric, the book is a delightful read. As the match reaches its nail-biting (of course) conclusion,the result, in the true tradition of the game, becomes less important than the real ending.
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This delighful tome resonates with barely suppressed English passion for the sport of flannelled fools. He manages to cram the outlines of ten novels into a paperback about one village game. --Peter Mackay - The Daily Mail
Amateurs of all ages will feel at home in the bucolic atmosphere on pitch and in pavilion. --Duff Hart-Davis - The Mail on Sunday
Some of the stories are beauties, vignettes of triumph and disaster in which the characters are illuminated with real sharpness. --The Daily Telegraph
Writers of fiction don't tackle cricket very often, it seems - it's often said that the drama of real-life encounters can surpass anything in a novelist's imagination - and when they do it's not always with success. When I was last asked to review a work of fiction for Cricket Web I had to contend with a book whose cricket content was confined within the first hundred of its 500-plus pages, so it was with no great enthusiasm that I opened a parcel containing two such books by former Mail on Sunday and Times columnist Richard Heller. I need not have been sceptical, however - this is an unusual and diverting little book. What we have here, in the first and much briefer of the two, is a collection of short stories bound by the narrative of a cricket match. A travelling photographer falls asleep in the scorer's hut at the home ground of the Frenetics CC. Awakened by the scorer shortly before the start of the match, he asks to take some shots of the team and as he does so, the scorer relates each player's story to him. The players are often connected off the field, so for instance aspiring writer Pat Hobby is, as usual, trying to pitch a screenplay to TV boss Arthur Fraser (the story of how Fraser becomes head honcho at Mega TV is the first to be told, and one of the best). Some of the characters are less well fleshed out than others, and not being a poker player made it difficult for me to follow one story, but there is plenty of human interest here and the cricket scenes are particularly convincing, while the short chapters make it ideal tea-break reading. While it could not be called indispensable this is well worth looking out for as it will amuse the reader during the journey to the ground, in the lunch interval, or, as the writer suggests, when rain stops play. Richard Heller later wrote a much longer book, using many of the characters from this one, about which more shortly. --David Taylor, Cricket Web
Some of the stories are beauties, vignettes of triumph and disaster in which the characters are illuminated with real sharpness. --The Daily Telegraph
Amateurs of all ages will feel at home in the bucolic atmosphere on pitch and in pavilion. --Duff Hart-Davis - The Mail on Sunday
Some of the stories are beauties, vignettes of triumph and disaster in which the characters are illuminated with real sharpness. --The Daily Telegraph
Writers of fiction don't tackle cricket very often, it seems - it's often said that the drama of real-life encounters can surpass anything in a novelist's imagination - and when they do it's not always with success. When I was last asked to review a work of fiction for Cricket Web I had to contend with a book whose cricket content was confined within the first hundred of its 500-plus pages, so it was with no great enthusiasm that I opened a parcel containing two such books by former Mail on Sunday and Times columnist Richard Heller. I need not have been sceptical, however - this is an unusual and diverting little book. What we have here, in the first and much briefer of the two, is a collection of short stories bound by the narrative of a cricket match. A travelling photographer falls asleep in the scorer's hut at the home ground of the Frenetics CC. Awakened by the scorer shortly before the start of the match, he asks to take some shots of the team and as he does so, the scorer relates each player's story to him. The players are often connected off the field, so for instance aspiring writer Pat Hobby is, as usual, trying to pitch a screenplay to TV boss Arthur Fraser (the story of how Fraser becomes head honcho at Mega TV is the first to be told, and one of the best). Some of the characters are less well fleshed out than others, and not being a poker player made it difficult for me to follow one story, but there is plenty of human interest here and the cricket scenes are particularly convincing, while the short chapters make it ideal tea-break reading. While it could not be called indispensable this is well worth looking out for as it will amuse the reader during the journey to the ground, in the lunch interval, or, as the writer suggests, when rain stops play. Richard Heller later wrote a much longer book, using many of the characters from this one, about which more shortly. --David Taylor, Cricket Web
Some of the stories are beauties, vignettes of triumph and disaster in which the characters are illuminated with real sharpness. --The Daily Telegraph
About the Author
Richard Heller plays regularly for a cricket team like the Frenetics, which he founded himself in order to get a bowl. When not playing cricket he is journalist and speechwriter-a long-serving columnist for the Mail On Sunday and later the Times and a contributor to many other publications including to the Evening Standard, the Sunday Express and the Yorkshire Post.He has also been a runner up on BBC TVs Mastermind.
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Richard Heller's novel weaves into the story of a thrilling cricket match the secret histories of the visiting players - some comic, some romantic, some bittersweet, but all proving that ordinary players can lead out of the ordinary lives.
Reviews in national media:
"This delightful tome resonates with a barely suppressed passion for the sport of flannelled fools. He manages to cram the outlines of ten novels into a paperback about one village game" Peter McKay: The Daily Mail
"Amateurs of all ages will feel at home in the bucolic atmosphere on pitch and in pavilion" Duff Hart-Davis: The Mail On Sunday
"Some of the stories are beauties, vignettes of triumph and disaster in which the characters are illuminated with real sharpness.@ Max Davidson: The Daily Telegraph
"A book full of cricket and wit, told with a real passion for the game." Kate Hoey MP: The Evening Standard
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A Tale Of Ten Wickets: 1995 Review by Mike Seabrook
I found a back number from 1995 of the magazine Cricket Lore, with this generous review by the late Mike Seabrook, himself an author of fine cricket novels. I have edited out some publishing details, but no commentary.
Cricket, as everyone knows, has an enormous literature. Yet there is one kind of cricket book that is woefully thin on the ground: of cricket fiction there is but a handful, and of good cricket fiction, there is scarcely any at all. A fair number of good cricketing episodes in novels mainly about other things, a few good short stories, and a couple of respectable novels, and that's about it. (Though I must confess that there are a few other `cricket' novels that are actually worth reading, as examples of the truly spectacular, fire-engine-stopping awfulness that is possible when a genuinely bad novelist really puts his mind to it.)
I am delighted to say that the good novels have been augmented by one, and that it's a cracker. ... It's a novella rather than a full-length novel, running to 160 pages, but what it lacks in size it more than makes up for in quality, in true understanding and feel for the beloved game, in ingenuity, inventiveness and sheer high-class talent in the ancient art of storytelling - which is still, all these centuries after Homer, the thing that really matters in a novelist.
Furthermore, it is extremely well written. It has the great quality that one always looks for in a piece of prose fiction: that of impelling the reader to turn the page ever faster, to see what happens next; and, frankly, if a novel has that it doesn't really need anything much else. Perhaps the one thing that is still needed is an ending strong enough not to bring a feeling of disappointment or anti-climax. This is perhaps the toughest test of all, and in this too the author succeeds triumphantly.
The book is called A Tale Of Ten Wickets. It is by Richard Heller, a journalist who, judging by his blurb, has lived a most interesting life, with as much of the interest taking place on the cricket field as anywhere else.
The book is in fact only loosely a novel. It is really a sequence of short stories, with a connecting thread linking them all together. And like so many of the best ideas, it is in essence very simple indeed.
A man comes by chance upon a cricket field being prepared for a game and stays to watch. He gets into conversation with the scorer of the visiting team, a wandering side called the Frenetics. Each member of the team has a secret, and as he makes his way to the crease to take his part in the match the scorer tells the visitor the secret. Often the secret at the heart of the man's private life is mirrored in his cricket, so that it makes its mark on his contribution to the game as it proceeds. These are the tales that make up the tale of ten wickets. It's as simple as that. But the secret lies in the quality of the tales, and they are very fine indeed, both in the strength of their plots and the fineness of the writing. Some are hilarious, some sad, some genuinely moving. They are all different and this gives the whole a splendid iridescent effect, the rhythm and texture of the prose changing mercurially to match the changing moods of the stories. It really is very well done.
But the subtlest artistry of all is the way in which the tales reflect the supreme importance in cricket of the people involved in it. In this above all else the author reveals the true depths of his understanding and love for the game: the interaction of human nature on human nature, the way in which the game penetrates to the deepest heart of the true aficionado, and both bends each man's deepest characteristics, good or ill, dark and fair, to its own use, and illuminates them as it does so.
Don't get me wrong: this book is not a deep, mysterious work of philosophy: most of the high-flown words in the preceding paragraph are my own extrapolations from reading the book. It's all there, but the book wears its profundity very, very lightly. It is immediately enjoyable as a straightforward compendium of short tales, but it readily yields up deeper mysteries - much as a game of cricket itself can be enjoyed by a casual spectator as a simple game of casting a ball at three straight sticks and defending the same with a fourth, while another, of a different cast of mind, can see in the same match all the facets of humanity that I talked of just now.
I'm not going to spoil your enjoyment of this splendid read by so much as hinting at the substance of any of the stories. Suffice it to say that they are all entirely believable - every one of them could happen to almost any one of us - and so well constructed that they all achieve an equal impact. That in itself is no mean achievement, for almost any sequence such as this might be expected to be at least somewhat uneven. The final touch of real class is held back, with surpassing deftness, until the last page of the book, in which we discover that the scorer, the narrator of all the other tales, has the best of them all for his own. We only find out about him obliquely, but when we do it's worth having waited for: though it's the shortest it is perhaps the most satisfying of all.
And that's all I'm going to say about this priceless little treasure of a book, except this: do send off for a copy, it's a steal. And be prepared to order more for friends: they'll bless you for it.
I found a back number from 1995 of the magazine Cricket Lore, with this generous review by the late Mike Seabrook, himself an author of fine cricket novels. I have edited out some publishing details, but no commentary.
Cricket, as everyone knows, has an enormous literature. Yet there is one kind of cricket book that is woefully thin on the ground: of cricket fiction there is but a handful, and of good cricket fiction, there is scarcely any at all. A fair number of good cricketing episodes in novels mainly about other things, a few good short stories, and a couple of respectable novels, and that's about it. (Though I must confess that there are a few other `cricket' novels that are actually worth reading, as examples of the truly spectacular, fire-engine-stopping awfulness that is possible when a genuinely bad novelist really puts his mind to it.)
I am delighted to say that the good novels have been augmented by one, and that it's a cracker. ... It's a novella rather than a full-length novel, running to 160 pages, but what it lacks in size it more than makes up for in quality, in true understanding and feel for the beloved game, in ingenuity, inventiveness and sheer high-class talent in the ancient art of storytelling - which is still, all these centuries after Homer, the thing that really matters in a novelist.
Furthermore, it is extremely well written. It has the great quality that one always looks for in a piece of prose fiction: that of impelling the reader to turn the page ever faster, to see what happens next; and, frankly, if a novel has that it doesn't really need anything much else. Perhaps the one thing that is still needed is an ending strong enough not to bring a feeling of disappointment or anti-climax. This is perhaps the toughest test of all, and in this too the author succeeds triumphantly.
The book is called A Tale Of Ten Wickets. It is by Richard Heller, a journalist who, judging by his blurb, has lived a most interesting life, with as much of the interest taking place on the cricket field as anywhere else.
The book is in fact only loosely a novel. It is really a sequence of short stories, with a connecting thread linking them all together. And like so many of the best ideas, it is in essence very simple indeed.
A man comes by chance upon a cricket field being prepared for a game and stays to watch. He gets into conversation with the scorer of the visiting team, a wandering side called the Frenetics. Each member of the team has a secret, and as he makes his way to the crease to take his part in the match the scorer tells the visitor the secret. Often the secret at the heart of the man's private life is mirrored in his cricket, so that it makes its mark on his contribution to the game as it proceeds. These are the tales that make up the tale of ten wickets. It's as simple as that. But the secret lies in the quality of the tales, and they are very fine indeed, both in the strength of their plots and the fineness of the writing. Some are hilarious, some sad, some genuinely moving. They are all different and this gives the whole a splendid iridescent effect, the rhythm and texture of the prose changing mercurially to match the changing moods of the stories. It really is very well done.
But the subtlest artistry of all is the way in which the tales reflect the supreme importance in cricket of the people involved in it. In this above all else the author reveals the true depths of his understanding and love for the game: the interaction of human nature on human nature, the way in which the game penetrates to the deepest heart of the true aficionado, and both bends each man's deepest characteristics, good or ill, dark and fair, to its own use, and illuminates them as it does so.
Don't get me wrong: this book is not a deep, mysterious work of philosophy: most of the high-flown words in the preceding paragraph are my own extrapolations from reading the book. It's all there, but the book wears its profundity very, very lightly. It is immediately enjoyable as a straightforward compendium of short tales, but it readily yields up deeper mysteries - much as a game of cricket itself can be enjoyed by a casual spectator as a simple game of casting a ball at three straight sticks and defending the same with a fourth, while another, of a different cast of mind, can see in the same match all the facets of humanity that I talked of just now.
I'm not going to spoil your enjoyment of this splendid read by so much as hinting at the substance of any of the stories. Suffice it to say that they are all entirely believable - every one of them could happen to almost any one of us - and so well constructed that they all achieve an equal impact. That in itself is no mean achievement, for almost any sequence such as this might be expected to be at least somewhat uneven. The final touch of real class is held back, with surpassing deftness, until the last page of the book, in which we discover that the scorer, the narrator of all the other tales, has the best of them all for his own. We only find out about him obliquely, but when we do it's worth having waited for: though it's the shortest it is perhaps the most satisfying of all.
And that's all I'm going to say about this priceless little treasure of a book, except this: do send off for a copy, it's a steal. And be prepared to order more for friends: they'll bless you for it.
By Spanna
Format:Paperback
A very well written, interesting and funny read. Richard Heller has a talent for writing. It reminds me of a cricket team I watch. It highlights the different characters that play in cricket and how it stangely seems to work.
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