January 27, 2013

Tributes

Soul Man

Sambit Bal
Frank Keating, of the Guardian, who died aged 75 on January 18, 2013. Picture taken in 1980
Characters mattered more to Frank Keating  © Peter Johns with kind permission of the Guardian
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Obituaries are hopelessly inadequate in a way. Frank Keating will never know what I owe him. I never got to know him well enough to tell him, but when I heard about his death on Friday evening it felt personal. I have loved cricket ever since I became old enough to appreciate a sport but Keating was one of the people who drew me into the world of cricket writing.

It is now hard to imagine a life without the internet and I can't now recall where and when I first encountered Keating, but I remember how eagerly I lunged for the Guardian every time the bundle of international newspapers arrived on the news desk at my first job. Sometimes the papers came a few days later, and sometimes it went straight to the editor's desk, but when Tests were on in the English summer and I couldn't lay my hands on the Guardian at work, I would walk a few blocks to the British Council Library to read Keating. That also got me reading other sections of the newspaper and I have been a Guardian man ever since.

I have had my share of reading on cricket since, but the early memories are the most poignant and I remember Keating not for his insights into the game but for capturing its soul. There were writers who gave you a better understanding of technique and there were others who had a keener eye for detail but to Keating the characters mattered more.

He stayed away from the mechanics, and infused his writing with flesh and blood. Some painted better imagery of the action, but Keating's writing conveyed a feeling, it had warmth and affection that every cricket fan could relate to. Someone like Jack Fingleton helped you comprehend the game better but Keating, he made you fall in love with it. His world was full of heroes, and he was a hero to me.

I didn't quite become a cricket writer but, years later, I did become a cricket editor, and more than the proximity to cricketers, the greater thrill was to gain access to the writers I had admired. To be able to commission Keating was a privilege.

My first mail to him was not as much a commission as it was fan mail and I dreaded I had blown it when he didn't reply for a few days. But it was a merely a case of him not being computer-friendly, for which he apologised. And he turned in the piece - memories of India's tours of England - on time, beautifully crafted, and with the kind of nostalgia and romance that could be expected of him.

I met him only once, and it was a treasured moment. I have known writers who are the exact opposite of how they come across in their writings: liberal and earnest in print and cold and conceited in life. But Keating was exactly how I had imagined him to be: warm, open, jolly, and utterly endearing. He seemed genuinely interested in knowing me: he enquired about India, my job and my family. I told him I wanted him to autograph a copy of Another Bloody Day in Paradise when we met next, but we never did.

Last night I reread his paean to Tom Graveney that he wrote for our "My Favourite Cricketer" series. It was quintessential Keating, hero worship was his territory. The piece ended with these words: "Taking enjoyment as it came, he gave enjoyment which still warms the winters of memory." Frank, ditto for you.

Sambit Bal is the editor of ESPNcricinfo

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Posted by Anonymous on (January 28, 2013, 7:11 GMT)

"It was a piece about Lucinda Prior-Palmer, as she was at the time, the great eventer. It was full of affection and mischief and admiration. It celebrated her as a traditional English type, it celebrated her brilliance, filtering both through himself as a lovestruck groundling with the ironies all intact. It was a beautifully turned piece that celebrated Lucinda, sport, horses, England and the English language. It wasn’t like reading a newspaper; it was like reading a novel. It was simply — and complexly — brilliant. I had never read anything like it in a newspaper. I hadn’t realised journalists were allowed to write like that; they’d never have put up with it on the local papers I worked for, nor on the national newspapers I read. But that, I thought, is the way to write about sport. Frank died yesterday, aged 75, and I’d like to say thank you one last time." - Simon Barnes writing for The Times

Posted by NABIN KUMAR KHARA on (January 27, 2013, 16:04 GMT)

really he is a great person..........

Posted by Thishara on (January 27, 2013, 10:18 GMT)

Lovely tribute to a lovely writer. I am a Guardian reader myself and a big fan of Keating. His is a vanishing tribe.

Posted by Sanjiv Raut on (January 27, 2013, 10:12 GMT)

I had never read Frank Keating before. It's ironical that I have been introduced to him after his death. I have now read up a lot about him and I will now pick up his book. But I should say this to you Sambit, you are a terrific writer yourself. One of my favourites.

Posted by Matt on (January 27, 2013, 6:37 GMT)

Sambit, beautifully done. Frank was favourite of mine too. There is too much cynicism in sports writing these days, but Frank's world, as you say, was full of heroes. Cricket has lost a great romantic.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sambit Bal
Editor-in-chief Sambit Bal took to journalism at the age of 19 after realising that he wasn't fit for anything else, and to cricket journalism 14 years later when it dawned on him that it provided the perfect excuse to watch cricket in the office. Among other things he has bowled legspin, occasionally landing the ball in front of the batsman; laid out the comics page of a newspaper; covered crime, urban development and politics; and edited Gentleman, a monthly features magazine. He joined Wisden in 2001 and edited Wisden Asia Cricket and Cricinfo Magazine. He still spends his spare time watching cricket.

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