4.5 stars
This is the same James who wrote about Toussaint L’Ouverture and the Haitian rebellion. James was a Marxist, anti-colonialist and agitator for the independence of the Caribbean states. He was a political activist throughout his life. This book is about one of his abiding passions, cricket. James was brought up on the island of Trinidad and cricket was pretty much a religion. James’s account of his childhood is very much about cricket and education. The early part of the book about childhood is one of the stronger parts.
There is a great deal about the history of cricket and the way it is played, so a knowledge of it (even basic) is very helpful. The book has gained iconic status and this is from a Sunday Times review:
“Great claims have been made for Beyond a Boundary … that it is the greatest sports book ever written; that it brings the outsider a privileged insight into West Indian culture; that it is a severe examination of the colonial condition. All are true.”
In my opinion it is certainly one of the best books ever written about sport. James parodies Kipling: “What do they know of cricket, who only cricket know”. James recognised that the intensity and passion of West Indian cricket was very much linked to the tensions that came from colonialism. James argues cricket is as much an art form as theatre and ballet! A denial of this would probably make James frown and talk about western elitism. There is an analysis of the conditions which enabled the growth of cricket as it is today which includes an interesting unpicking of Thomas Arnold and his vision of society. He makes some interesting points about the changes in society which led to the growth of organised games in the 1860s. Rugby, football and baseball have their origins at this time, along with a few others. His analysis is interesting. Mike Marqusee makes an interesting point about James’s approach:
“.. what he saw in this [public school] ethic, as embodied in cricket, was something that fit the needs of an emergent West Indian society, a self-discipline that was part of the struggle for freedom and equality. In his view West Indians were not only victims of imperialism, but agents able to seize the tools of the oppressor and use them for self-assertion and self-development. That’s the lens through which he understands cricket. In its story he sees West Indians adopting and adapting the culture and technology of their masters, making it their own, turning its disciplines to their own purposes.”
James makes the same point:
“I haven't the slightest doubt that the clash of race, caste and class did not retard but stimulated West Indian cricket. I am equally certain that in those years’ social and political passions, denied normal outlets, and expressed themselves so fiercely in cricket (and other games) precisely because they were games. Here began my personal calvary. The British tradition soaked deep into me was that when you entered the sporting arena you left behind you the sordid compromises of everyday existence. Yet for us to do that we would have had to divest ourselves of our skins. From the moment I had to decide which club I would join the contrast between the ideal and the real fascinated me and tore at my insides. Nor could the local population see it otherwise. The class and racial rivalries were too intense. They could be fought out without violence or much lost except pride and honour. Thus the cricket field was a stage on which selected individuals played representative roles which were charged with social significance.”
The most English of games becomes the trigger for James’s developing political consciousness.
James lived a full life and inspired people like Nkrumah and Kenyatta and was friends with Trotsky, the Woolfs, Aldous Huxley and Martin Luther King, to name a few. He also describes his battle against academia in his struggle to focus on cricket:
“On one side was my father, my mother (no mean pair), my two aunts and my grandmother, my uncle and his wife, all the family friends (which included a number of headmasters from all over the island), some eight or nine Englishmen who taught at the Queen’s Royal College, all graduates of Oxford or Cambridge, the Director of Education and the Board of Education, which directed the educational system of the whole island. On the other side was me, just ten years old when it began.”
This is a great book which covers so much more than cricket, but you can’t get away from the cricket!