Inglaterra busca novela sobre fútbol
Los ingleses tienen que ver la Eurocopa 2008 por televisión. En el Times están haciendo escarnio sobre esa situación. Pobrecitos los británicos que no estarán presentes en una Eurocopa a pesar de que su Premier League es considerada la más competitiva del planeta. Algunos libros probables que aliviarían su pena:
IF YOU'RE LOOKING for consolation as Euro 2008 begins today, consider the space that Waterstones will now have to give over to proper books in lieu of all the football autobiographies shelved in the wake of England's failure to qualify. Think of the titles that may now remain for ever unpublished: Born Slippy by John Terry; No One Seems to Have Realised That With a Name Like This I Must Be Welsh by Gareth Barry; Yes, the Circus Knows I'm Here by Peter Crouch; A Squirrel With Alopecia by Steve McClaren's hair; etc.
Pero el comentarista dice que, si buscan consuelo, no lo conseguirán en las librerías. Al parecer, nadie escribe en Inglaterra una gran novela sobre fútbol como los gringos sí escriben novelas sobre sus deportes favoritos. ¿Por qué?
But there is perhaps one other reason why there's never been a great football novel. Football - if you are a fan - is just too dramatic, too genuinely exciting, too completely involving to fictionalise. Americans have always accepted the injection of theatricality into sport - all that cheerleading and Take Me Out To The Ball Game crap - whereas here, we know that any theatrical recreation, whether in prose or celluloid, is going to crumble compared with the experience of the real thing. It's true: I was in Moscow three weeks ago, and, even if McEwan, Amis and Rushdie pooled their talents to co-write a novel about that final, or an event like it, I wouldn't want to read it, having been there. Roll on South Africa 2010.
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