Whenever I am winning a tennis game, I start dumping my serves into the net. Now, The London Observer solves all my problems! Well, maybe not all my problems.
Alright, speaking of tennis, best book ever written ostensibly about tennis but really about two people: not The Inner Game of Tennis.
No one thinks my tennis problem is as interesting as I think it is, of course. I have discovered -- right now-- that this is why people write blogs! Well, not this blog, maybe. Poor Mark, he didn't realize I'd commandeer his blog and talk about serves. It's like the Katherine Taylor version of cycling! I'm sure Mark is a much better cyclist than I am tennis player. Hi Mark! Back to books soon, Mark.
Naturally I was delighted to learn that "no one can become a novelist who has not passed through a long night of lyrical self-absorption..." -- in which case, I think I am well qualified for novel-writing. Ask my poor family.
Did you guys read that the giant pig was a fake?
Have you read Han Ong's novel The Disinherited? It contains the longest, most fascinating account of a tennis match (and I'm not even a tennis fan). It's sort of an allegory about colonialism, but it's also sort of just about tennis.
Posted by: Cheryl | June 06, 2007 at 04:19 PM
The next time someone tells me the novel is dying, I'm going to reach for a tennis novel that is an allegory of colonialism. "Would you care to repeat that? I thought not."
Posted by: Stephan | June 06, 2007 at 04:31 PM
I am going to put the tennis novel that is an allegory of colonialism on my Amazon list.
Martin Amis has a really good tennis scene in The Information, too. There the tennis match is a metaphor for friendship.
Posted by: Katherine Taylor | June 06, 2007 at 05:12 PM
Alright, people. I just ordered the tennis-as-allegory-for-colonialism novel from Amazon, and guess what -- it's practically free! I love when Amazon gives away books for 4 bucks a pop. Or 5. You know.
Posted by: Katherine Taylor | June 06, 2007 at 05:15 PM