BRILIANT ORANGE [By David Winner]. Not sure if this is a
book about Holland or about Dutch football: both probably but neither are
subjects that I am particularly interested in. Perhaps once upon a time, when I
was younger. I am old enough to remember Ajax and Johan Cruyff, whom even I
could see was a born genius that could turn the most average of teams into
something special but what this book does is explore how the Ajax team could
only have flourished in a country like Holland, sharing as it does the same
national values and the same contradictions in society, a quintessentially
Dutch combination of collaboration, team-spirit, ill-discipline, complacency,
and lack of will [or nerve]. The Dutch seem to have an allergy to authority,
leadership and collective discipline.
Patterns of self-destruction . . .
A large section in the middle of the book is devoted to why
Holland lost the final of the 1974 World Cup to Germany. A game that is still
seared on the consciousness of many Dutch, even fifty-years later. All the stars played in that game, the
virtuosos: Cruyff, Rep, Neeskens and they were regarded by everyone in sport at
the time [even South Americans] as not only the best team in the world, but
with their attacking style known as totalfootball,
the most noble, elegant and skilled.
Years of self-analysis as to why they lost to the Germans,
echoes of the Second World War and Holland’s suffering after the May 1940
invasion have all been considered part of this failure, but the author writes:
This football hatred
has existed for only ten or twenty years and has nothing to do with the war.
Did you ever go to Auschwitz? It is very interesting: every country has its own
barracks where it tells its own history. If you want to hear all the lies a
nation tells about itself, you should go there: Holland is the most tolerant
nation . . . they have a long history of
tolerance; Austria was the first victim of the Nazis; Yugoslavia liberated
itself; Poland won the Second World War.
The Dutch were a
finer, nobler team and should have won. The Germans were more journeymen
footballers. After the war, in Holland there was a great deal of anti-German
feeling, but a lot of it was guilt. The Dutch knew there had been a lot of
collaboration, so they were keen to show how much they hated the Germans. Holland
had the highest proportion of citizens to join the Waffen SS of any occupied
country, and the Dutch economy assisted the Nazi war effort. Most troublingly,
within the Dutch services were a frighteningly high number of supporters
actively helping the Nazis murder Holland’s Jews quietly and efficiently. These
are issues the Dutch still prefer not to examine too closely.
It has tremendous reviews and if you are at all interested
in football or in Holland you should give it a go.
THE HUMAN FACTOR [By Graham Greene]. Another terrific book I seem to be on
something of a roll at the moment and incidentally, another one that features
an older man married to a much younger woman although the relationship has no
bearing upon the plot.
Never read anything by Greene before, at least not anything
that has stuck in my memory. This is a Classic
and to be honest, I don’t usually get along with classics that I didn’t read at
the time: they date. This is a spy story a bit like Tinker Taylor, which is one
of my all-time top ten novels insofar as it is all about the malfunction
of the inner cogs of the upper middle-class and in particular the British Secret
Service: defections and double agents. And white
men. God knows what would happen if you sent the first three chapters of this
to a Literary Agent today with its Pall Mall men’s clubs, grouse-shooting
weekends, endless lunches and double whiskies. The rejection letters not for me would flow thick and fast.
But it is totally gripping. The scene where he is at home
by himself waiting for the doorbell to ring is a masterclass in how to build
tension; utterly compelling. Colm Toibin has written a Foreword to this Vintage
Classics edition and in it he remarks of Castle, the protagonist:
Castle moves with
care; Greene offers him no flourishes or colour. The step he took while posted
in South Africa, and deeply in love with a black woman, was his single defining
step.
Yes, nailed in a sentence.
THE TIN MEN [By Michael Frayn]. I own a first edition of
this [1965] and recently re-read it.
I had always regarded it as the funniest book I have ever read
although that title passed to Restraint
of Beasts, Magnus Mills’ 2010 masterpiece, in this decade.
Here are some of the comments on the cover of this edition:
‘Goes straight into the Evelyn Waugh class’
‘As brilliant as all Michael Frayn’s work’ – P G Wodehouse
[!]
‘Outrageous . . . continuously funny’ – Anthony Burgess[!!]
It’s about computers and despite the fact that it was
written in 1965, is remarkably prophetic. It is set in a kind of University
Campus/Think Tank where researchers are toying with the uses that computers
might be put to. For example, one researcher is trying to create a robot with a
moral sense and to this end places the robot on a sinking raft in the water with
something or someone else on board and sets up its programming so that it will
sacrifice itself to save another. The robot throws itself off the raft no
matter who or what is the second passenger. This sequence is one of the
funniest in the novel. Another researcher is programming newspaper stories that
write themselves from a card-index system:
‘’Have you checked ‘Paralysed
Girl Determined to Dance Again’ yet?’’ asked Nobbs.
‘’Not yet,’’ said
Golwasser.
‘’Well don’t blame me
when we’re a week behind schedule at the end of the month,’’ said Nobbs. ‘’And
what about ‘I plan to Give Away My Baby, Says Mother-to-be’?
‘’I’ll look at that
now,’’ said Goldwasser. He turned to the ‘I plan to Give Away My Baby, Says
Mother-to-be’ file. ‘’Difficulty here,’’ said the researcher’s report. ‘’Frequency
of once a month, but in fifty-three cuttings examined there are no variables at
all. Even name of mother-to-be the same. May possibly involve fifty-three
different foetuses, but no way of telling from cuttings. Can we use story with
no variables?’’
Golwasser put it to
one side.
In yet another corner of the campus a professor is writing
a novel, except he begins by writing the reviews first.
Some of it is hilarious, real laugh-out-loud stuff. It was
his first ever published book and although it took him fifteen years before he
wrote his famous farce, Noises Off
you can see the early sense of slapstick humour in parts of this and how comedy
can be created out of misunderstandings.
If you haven’t read it I would definitely recommend it.
There are several recent reviews on Amazon that say it still stands the test of
time.
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