The Following Game is not only a wonderful page turner but much more, with enticing variations in tone, language, and style, and a model of `less is more'. It rightly recalls Montaigne. Only at the end of the book does one realise how well Jonathan Smith has presented the people of his life: cricketers, friends, colleagues, parents, parents-in-law. All are realised from the inside without physical description. At the centre are his closest family, David (his brother), Becky (a daughter's happily brisk presence), Ed ( his Kent, Middlesex and Test cricketer and Times journalist son) whose underlying generosity of mind and heart emerges so well in the record of Jonathan's and his India trip, and above all Gillie (his wife) not prominently mentioned but for the attentive reader at all points centre stage and at the heart of the book.
Lastly the book's structure. In place of a straightforward narrative the author uses short chapters on apparently inconsequential themes. By the end this not only reveals a chronology but a complex picture of a life of strong ideas and ideals and the self-discipline with which the author approaches them. This is autobiography as Wittgenstein did philosophy. A critic looking for layers of creation might think that the book started as a Life of Ed and that is certainly embedded there but this element ends up as just a part, an important one of course, of a life and times of the author quite unlike the portentousness of those words. Among the poems interpolated between chapters is Edward Thomas's `As the Team's Head-Brass'. It is not fanciful to see The Following Game with something of the same structure. Both book and poem touch in the lightest but deepest way on innumerable general and personal themes.
Overall this is a wonderfully subtle auto-biography, witty, reticent, modest, laugh out loud humorous (on many pages), generous, uncomplaining, self-deprecatory, observant, sensitive, classless, profound, and widely perceptive of ideas, places and people. It is and will remain a classic