One million years ago, I used to play tennis.
Wait, that sounds more official and sporty than it really
was.
One million years ago I bought a tennis racket from Target
and sometimes used to hit balls around.
I even took tennis lessons with friends so we could all play Doubles
Troubles. We never really progressed beyond
being really excited if our serves miraculously landed in the right box on the
other side of the court, but it was fun.
I was reminded of these fun, sweaty evenings after work
while reading The Tennis Partner by by
Abraham Verghese. (Same author who wrote
the much more awesome Epic Novel Cutting for Stone.) My personal tennis
experience contains a lot less drug addiction, but it was fun to think to be
reminded of how much fun tennis is, and that I need to make a point to play
sometime in the next ten years if possible.
I like Verghese’s writing style and would read pretty much
anything he wrote besides the probably many actual medical journal-type things
he has written. I’d rather read about
tennis and shooting up cocaine. (Which as
a mom I now feel compelled to point out sounds like a very bad idea.)
Quick recap: do play
tennis, do read The Tennis Partner,
do not do cocaine.
