Publisher’s
write-up:
‘From
his early days Wodehouse adored cricket, and references to the game run like a
golden thread through his writings. He not only wrote about this glorious
British pastime, but also played it well, appearing six times at Lord’s, where
his first captain was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Illustrated
with wonderful drawings and contemporary score-sheets, Wodehouse at the Wicket
is the first ever compendium of Wodehouse's writings on cricket. Edited by
cricket historian Murray Hedgcock, this delightful book also contains
fascinating facts about Wodehouse's cricketing career and how it is reflected
in his work.
This
is the perfect gift for Wodehouse readers and fans of all things cricket.’
Similar to
Wodehouse, I am a very great fan of test cricket. That is quite a thing
considering this is an era where most prefer the limited overs entertainment
rather than the artistic test cricket. However, I am not a great fan of
Wodehouse and I have read a couple of Wodehouse books in the past; and I found
them extremely boring and gave very bad reviews as well. Wodehouse at the Wicket is apparently the perfect reader for
Wodehouse readers and fans of ‘all things cricket’. I certainly do qualify in
the latter but far from the former and thus, I decided that if at all I am to
ever be pleased by a Wodehouse book, it had to be this one.
This is a
compilation of his various writings on cricket, short stories, columns in
newspapers and his own experiences and observations. It begins with an
introduction, probably the longest foreword I have ever read roughly at around 50
pages – describing Wodehouse’s own cricketing pursuits, the Authors Vs Actors
match, among other things. So, the book has around 150 pages remaining and 17
stories to occupy that space, at less than ten pages per story on an average.
A cricket match
has twenty-two players involved and two umpires, at least and as a result,
there are a plenty of names mentioned within a very short story which gets highly
confusing and difficult to follow. Most of his stories features club cricket in
England and except for two stories on a certain Mike Jackson and his
brother. There was absolutely nothing impressive about Jackson’s character or
any unique aspect to his game which was worth reading, except for the fact that
he kept accumulating runs.
A lot of humour
is usually expected out of a Wodehouse novel but then, what I got out of this
book was very mundane observations which he tried to pass off as jokes; which
any reasonable follower would have made herself / himself.
The only story
which I felt was worthy of a read was ‘How’s
that Umpire?’ which too had very little to do with cricket and parts of the
plot that was childlike but at least, it generated some decent amount of
humour. I also liked the aspect that I was left with some interesting trivia,
such as the fact that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was passionate about cricket
This book is an
attempted hagiography of Wodehouse in the foreword, followed by a lot of dull
stories and some interesting match reports and galleries. I hope to read a plot
on cricket in the near future, a better one and from a better author and it is
unfortunate that Wodehouse at the Wicket had
to be the first one.
Third time lucky
is in fairly common usage but it so happens that my perception of Wodehouse has
become worse after I picked up one of his titles for a third time. I would
award the book a rating of two on ten, considering the one reasonable short
story in the book.
Rating
– 2/10
Have
a nice day,
Andy
Andy