We Burn Them in the Sun
The author of Golden Boy, declared by a Wisden Cricket Monthly panel the 'best cricket book ever', returns with another singular masterpiece.

Dream/remember this: hands holding radios to eardrums, beating in the rhythm of ball-by-ball description. Cricket, the way it catches human life like light.

Follow the trails of eleven whose destinies don't make sense. See what it says about living with failure, the limits of nonfiction and fiction, how the fall of West Indies is cricket's tragedy and how but for a freak minute there may have been no fall. Raja. RR. Jane (i). Shirvan.

Instead of 'this book is about -' a better word's into: one thought into another, one person into another, one moment into. A life's (messy) undertaking, this is an audacious re-reckoning of nonfiction's potentialities and velocities, and joy