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Our Assessment:
B+ : nice, slim volume of reflections grounded in and on football See our review for fuller assessment.
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Football is a slim volume in which Jean-Philippe Toussaint writes about -- and beyond -- football, loosely organized and inspired by his experiences at and around the the quadrennial culmination of the sport, the World Cup, from 1998 to 2014.
The Belgian author is clearly a quite dedicated fan, favoring the national side, and international competition, over club football, while his fascination seems to be greatest with the ephemerality of the experience -- the feeling of being-in-the-moment, and the experiences that are impossible to recapture (as he notes, there's little point to (re-)watching a completed match).
My senses on the alert, I read with unease the expressions on the faces of the students, while my ears, pricked like a cat's, listened out for danger or promises of a goal, trying to interpret the variations in intensity of the commentator's voice, which went from a regular purr during the midfield phases of the game to a rapid crescendo at the approach of goals by the opposing team, to the brief fit of hysteria, close to apoplexy, to the moment of the cross and the generally failed attempt at a volley.He sees several matches in person, but is more focused on his own and others' behavior in the crowd in reaction to the experience, that any details of what is actually happening on the field: Football barely concerns itself with the beauty of the beautiful game (taking it more or less as a given). Toussaint isn't interested in exploring the bigger picture, or writing about the sport per se either: As a citizen I am happy to raise a worried eyebrow over violence in the stadiums, racism, homophobia hooliganism, I am happy to be shocked by the sums paid for transfers and the exorbitant salaries of the players, but I will not devote more than a parenthesis to them (oof, tired already -- end of parenthesis).Toussaint's is a very personal sports-book, almost entirely focused on his own experience and reflections. Deep down, Toussaint seems very much like a more or less typical fan, easily carried away in the moment -- but presenting this picture of typical fandom is only of limited interest to him. Instead, he approaches the subject(s) -- football, himself -- in his own familiar (from his fiction) fashion, paying attention to what might seem to be secondary details, placing the sport and his enjoyment of it in its larger (personal) contexts. It is not your usual football-appreciation book, but then it's hardly meant to be that; it's more an account of the football-slice of Toussaint's life -- touching on it, especially every four years with the World Cup, but to different degrees of immersion and interest as he grows older and circumstance change. Some authors, in writing about their fascination with sport, write books that can stand separately from their œuvre; Football is very much of a piece with Toussaint's, for better and worse (entirely the better, his fans will say, but those coming to the book based solely on its title might be of a different opinion). Football comes with a warning at the opening, that: This is a book that no one will like, not intellectuals, who aren't interested in football, or football lovers, who will find it too intellectual.But Toussaint seems to be selling his work -- and his readers -- short; both kinds of readers (as well as surely the many in between -- surely, e.g. quite a few so-called intellectuals derive some enjoyment from, and have some interest in football ...) can get something out of it -- if they're open to Toussaint's very open approach. - M.A.Orthofer, 8 June 2016 - Return to top of the page - Football:
- Return to top of the page - Jean-Philippe Toussaint was born in Brussels in 1957. - Return to top of the page -
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