Bill Rees has been living in the south of France for ten years working as an itinerant bookseller in Montpellier. The one thing he misses about England is table tennis. Then he sees an advert to join a club for “experienced players only” and veterans. He starts training immediately, he’s forty and not as fit as he used to be but Bill Rees is returning to the game à la carte.
Table tennis. Put a table in a holiday destination and families will flock to it. But as a sport, a competitive sport, will that translate to the page? Bill Rees is a bookseller who has lived in the South of France for about 10 years and has re-discovered his love for this game, having been a bit of a schoolboy prodigy. Focussing on a little known, Sunday tournament, Bill expertly describes the setting, his team mates and competitors. I am a similar age to Bill and found myself completely drawn in. I could visualise the setting, was rooting for him during his matches and felt like I was there. Bill has a delightful turn of phrase, the banter and observations had me reading this book with a constant smile on my face. It is a short book, rather like a set of table tennis and yet is a joy! I think people of a certain age will relate to the characters and feelings so expertly recounted. The author in this book writes “At 53, you end up trying to write about table tennis and making grandiose metaphysical claims” Well these words, I found hugely enjoyable and I was utterly engaged until the final rally come to an all too premature end.