The anthropologist Michael Agar once described his research practice \u2013 classic participant observation \u2013 as living the life of a professional stranger, living within a community but never quite part of it, or more specifically being a serial resident of other communities without ever quite being at home. There is a sense that ex-pats are a form of professional stranger, settling into a new world but in having learned the rules of that world as adults never quite knowing them \u2018properly\u2019, never quite having the right childhood reference points, never quite simply taking for granted that \u2018that\u2019 is the way it is.<\/p>\n
It shouldn\u2019t be surprising, then, that ex-pats are some of the most astute observers of the places they have chosen to live; no matter how good they become at being a participant, there is always a bit of the observer about them, there is always something about how they look at the mundanity of much of the social order that sees its artificial aspects. It shouldn\u2019t be surprising, then, that the two finest books written about cricket \u2013 that weird, perversely English game \u2013 should be written by professional strangers in England and\/or to the sport: these are, of course, C L R James\u2019 Beyond a Boundary<\/em> (in print all over the place, and written by a Trinidadian Marxist) and Mike Marqusee\u2019s Anyone But England: Cricket and the National Malaise<\/em> (sadly, now out of print despite running to three editions, and written by a Jewish-American born and raised in New York City).<\/p>\n Anyone But England<\/em> explores cricket in declining imperial England, sketching, before many others came to it, the shift in cultural power and authority in the game from England and the blazers and ties of the Marylebone Cricket Club down a path that now sees the dominant forces in the game being South Asian, and the institutional headquarters no longer (metaphorically) a small office in the main stand at a North London cricket field but in a chrome and glass simulacrum of style in Dubai, where a recent advertising campaign suggested a plan to air condition the city. The book gave us a sharp, insightful exploration of a sport rooted in the landed gentry, adopted by the jewel of the empire and run increasingly by a bunch of colonials and subaltern. It traced the despair of a post-colonial \u00e9lite with a pith-helmet-in-Puna view of the world whose cultural critique was that those colonials and subaltern knew not how the game should be played \u2013 yet by the middle of the 1990 only Sri Lanka and Zimbabwe had worse test-playing records than England (a test, in cricket, being a five day international match: the apotheosis of the sport). Twenty years later, it remains one of the sharpest critiques and analyses of English cricket, and was, deploying a sporting metaphor, a game changer; discussions of English cricket shifted in tone about the same time the book came out \u2013 although I\u2019ll leave it to closer followers of the game than me to suggest causality rather than coincidence.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t just Marqusee\u2019s \u2018professional stranger\u2019 status that seemed to give him insight to the game, a status that allowed him to question the ordinary aspects of the game. He also brought to his work a viewpoint that granted authority to the dispossessed, recognising and highlighting the effects of the mundane practices of Power in the game and its institutions. In doing so, he popped the bubbles of pretension and distraction through which\u00a0cricket\u2019s power was diffracted; to suggest that Indian cricket was thoroughly corrupt, Pakistanis cheat and Sri Lankan bowler Muttiah Muralitharan a \u2018thrower\u2019 helped maintain the old \u00e9lite\u2019s cultural power. It turns out, not for long \u2013 discursive distraction has limited power against commercial demands and expectations in a rapidly globalising, neo-liberal world \u2013 the game followed the money. Marqusee popped the English bubble in two vital ways \u2013 revealing their claims to authority as little more than the emperor\u2019s new clothes and exposing the ways that English cricket-as-played was losing its mystique in a shrinking world (he never uses the phrase, but this is an insightful exploration of what David Harvey calls time-space compression). Cricket looks very different from NYC relocated-to-North-London than it does from pretty much anywhere else in the Home Counties. It is a sign of the significance and power of the book that it is one of the few non-academic titles to have won the British Society of Sport History\u2019s Lord Aberdare Literary prize, in this case for the best book in British sport history in published 1994.<\/p>\n Being a professional stranger is quite easy for an ex-pat (despite my 15 years living in the UK, I remain perplexed by nearly everything), but more difficult when we turn our eyes to home. Yet, a few years after Anyone but England<\/em> Marqusee turned to a sporting question \u2018at home\u2019 in his marvellous Redemption Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirit of the Sixties<\/em> (like the 1st edition of Anyone<\/em> also published by Verso<\/a>). This traces Ali\u2019s change in the 1960s from a fine boxer to icon of the resistance movement, from \u2018Louisville slugger\u2019 to draft resister. In doing so it finds the strange in the familiar to unsettle and disrupt much of the dominant narrative of Ali, it explores his complex \u2013 strained yet close \u2013 relationships with both Malcolm X and Elijah Muhammad, figures of hate for the US establishment, while unpacking Ali\u2019s turmoil when he had to choose between them. This is the book of the athlete as political hero and fighter and of the social and political responsibilities of athletes; there have been athletes before and since with political impact, but few with the resonance of Ali, and there is little in the extensive Ali literature that makes as much sense of the man and his times.<\/p>\n I\u2019m writing this on 14 January 2015, the day after Mike Marqusee died; he was 61. When he was diagnosed in 2007 with multiple myeloma, a form of cancer of the white blood (plasma) cells, he vowed not to write a cancer confessional. He didn\u2019t but in 2014 he did publish a book of essays and columns about living with cancer, about the politics of health care and treatment, about the necessary complexity of the health system that was treating him and the luck of what the British call the \u2018post-code lottery\u2019 that meant he lived in the catchment area of one the world\u2019s finest cancer treatment centres, a centre that was being gutted by government health policy: The Price of Experience: Writings on Living with Cancer<\/em> is a vigorously political defence of a public health system that should demand our attention.<\/p>\n Why raise this? It is about a legacy and our responsibility: in 2009 Marqusee began a column entitled \u2018Contending for the Living\u2019 for the British magazine Red Pepper<\/em><\/a>, a key and vital magazine of the British Left. The title is from Tom Paine<\/a>, who wrote in The Rights of Man<\/em> \u201cI am contending for the rights of the living, and against their being willed away, and controlled and contracted for, by the manuscript-assumed authority of the dead.\u201d Marqusee seemed to find in Paine a figure of inspiration and guidance for a democratic socialist politics. We\u2019ve had tributes from many sources since his death was announced, including from Dave Zirin<\/a>, the US-based left-wing sports journalist and columnist, who writes of Marqusee as a teacher, inspiration and model.<\/p>\n We\u2019d do well to note Zirin\u2019s words: Mike Marqusee\u2019s sport-related writing is a model of what good, critically engaged, politically aware sports writing and scholarship should (there is more, the excellent War Minus the Shooting: A Journey Through South Asia During Cricket\u2019s World Cup<\/em> and the novel Slow Turn<\/em> as well as many, many magazine and newspaper columns, all at his website<\/a>). This writing is his legacy; we\u2019ll be doing him a disservice if it becomes an archive we plunder rather than the base for a growing body of work that continues to contend for (the rights of) the living against manuscript-assumed (archive held) authority.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The anthropologist Michael Agar once described his research practice \u2013 classic participant observation \u2013 as living the life of a professional stranger, living within a community but never quite part of it, or more specifically being a serial resident of other communities without ever quite being at home. 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