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A mix of deceitfully plain reportage; fictive history and fictional forays into the past...
When you come out for the bell aged eighty you have no choice but to employ a late style. This is mine. A mix of deceitfully plain reportage; fictive history and fictional forays into the past; personalised reflections and more shaded perspectives from others; some poetry and polemics; glances of delight at the playfulness of sport and the charisma of personalities; taking a stance, whether orthodox or southpaw, in the courage to live with what you are given no matter what is put in front of you. And the illusion of random repetition, the rat tat tat bam bam, before any change in the angle of attack. But that’s enough bobbing out of reach, jabbing and sliding away with pretty dancing around the ring.
As he reaches eighty Dai Smith comes out swinging with Measuring the Distance.
