![]() ![]() I knew before reading the book that Thompson had died and I suppose I had some kind of mawkish interest in what happened to someone so young, an age I’m approaching. This is partly because Thompson died shortly after finishing the book, at only 45. In this case, it is as much about what it means to live than an account of a team of amateur cricketers who decide to play a match in every continent. ![]() But, as with so many things that are lovingly made, intelligently crafted and passionately expressed it has a significance beyond its deceptively simple approach. Most of you will like one and not the other of these two subjects (no prizes for guessing which). I’ve just finished Harry Thompson‘s ‘ Penguins Stopped Play‘, a book about cricket and travel, in that order. ![]()
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