As a lover of both 'Kevin' and tennis this book leapt off the Waterstone's shelf and screamed 'buy me'. Although it lacked the astounding impact and originality of Kevin it was still a compelling read and intruiging exploration of marriage, ambition, jealousy and shattered dreams.
Although it's obviously not simply a 'book about tennis', it was also an interesting look at what life might be like for a frustrated world No138 ranked player; struggles for recognition, obsessive self-criticism and a non-existent personal life. Does Shriver have any tennis history I wonder, or was this simply well researched?
It is clever how the author often makes her central characters dislikeable but yet holds your interest in them. Shriver has a lovely rich vocabulary and an incisive style. This lacked the dark humour which occasionally reared its head in Kevin. In fact it really wasn't a barrel of laughs at all, but I did race through it with many a knowing nod at Shriver's insights about relationships, sporting endeavour, ambition and defeat.