The Proposition

In a time when all maps have been filled in, empty quarters crossed, heights reached and indeed more than one generation past gazing back at ourselves in the out of body experience that is space travel, it does feel rather like there is very little left to discuss.

With this in mind, and a recent discussion with Jessip, I would like to propose that we set our minds to a series of cricket writing. Both Mr Fitzgerald and myself have enjoyed a number of books that have baseball as a central tenet, and it seems odd that a game as similar to the great American passtime as cricket has so little of quality written about it. They both have a similar timeless pastoral element from both the point of view of both spectator and participant, and the one on one confrontations and vagaries of a game based on repetition that results in a mental battle that sets them apart from other sports. And there seems to be plenty of room inside the game for wanky existential rants, which is probably fitting.

It will be what I am working on next.