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Alan Ritchson in the Amazon Prime series Reacher. Getty
Why Lee Child chose Goliath over David
The original inspiration for Jack Reacher, hero of Lee Childâs bestselling crime books, was the Ladybird book of David and Goliath, which he read when he was four. âI loved Goliath,â says Child on This Cultural Life, and every time he reread the book he hoped somehow Goliath would win. Years later, when he started writing, his whole premise was: âCan Goliath be the good guy?â So instead of choosing an underdog (like, say, one of John Grishamâs drippy lawyers) he created a 6ft 4in hero who weighed 250lbs.
The name Reacher is an inside joke with his wife. Being tall, Child was often asked by little old ladies in supermarkets to reach things on high shelves. When heâd lost his job at Granada TV and decided to try writing, his wife said: âIf this writing gig doesnât work out you could always be a reacher in a supermarket.â As for the name Child â he was christened James Grant â this came from his discovery that âan enormous proportion of bestsellers were by authors beginning with Câ, and that Child would put him on bookshop shelves in a âprime slotâ between Raymond Chandler and Agatha Christie. Also, Child is a noun, easy to pronounce and with a âwarm associationâ. Brought up in a âdour, repressed householdâ in Birmingham (where his only escape was library books) he went on and on writing long after becoming rich because he loved the reaction of his audience: âI was finally getting the love and approval I did not get as a child.â
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Zeitgeist
Thereâs something to be said for âstuffy formalityâ
The Princess of Walesâs video update on her cancer treatment has been hailed for its âintimateâ and âpersonalâ nature, says James Marriott in The Times. âThose qualities strike me as dubious cause for celebration.â It used to be that people in the public eye could have âtwo distinct selvesâ: a formal, impersonal self for the public eye, and a more emotional and spontaneous self for close friends and family. Today, we demand access to the ârealâ self: we approve of public figures who make jokes and embrace their children, and find privacy suspicious. This is seen as a sign of progress; of âfreedom from stuffy old-fashioned formalityâ. But itâs not. The growing obligation to present some idealised version of oneâs personal life for everyone else is actually âmore like a kind of tyrannyâ â and itâs becoming âa damaging force in our national lifeâ.
In politics, the expectation that public figures must offer us their whole lives is surely one of the factors that puts talented people off becoming an MP. David Cameron and Gordon Brown, for example, were both âsubjected to questioningâ about the deaths of their children. Those who do relish endless exposure â the Matt Hancocks, the Meghan Markles â are often âdoubtful assetsâ to national culture. And famous folk arenât the only ones under the microscope: modern bosses increasingly demand that employees bring their âwhole selvesâ to work; social media is all about presenting versions of your private life for public appreciation. This is not to say the personal sins of politicians should be dismissed as irrelevant. But it wouldnât hurt to restore the âuseful distinction between the public and privateâ.
Life
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The woman who can smell Parkinsonâs
Joy Milne has an incredible skill, says Scott Sayare in The New York Times: she can smell diseases. During her long career as a nurse, the 72-year-old from Perth, Scotland used this seemingly superhuman ability unwittingly: when patients had âacetone breathâ, she instinctively knew they were about to have a diabetic episode; âwet brown cardboardâ meant tuberculosis. One day, her husband Les came home with a new scent that only she could notice â it was âdistinctly unsavouryâ, thick and musty, and reminded her of her mother-in-law, who had died of Parkinsonâs. It wasnât until decades later, when Les was also diagnosed with Parkinsonâs, that she realised she had been smelling the disease. She told some researchers, and they tested her by getting her to sniff 12 smell samples, half from people with Parkinsonâs and half without. She correctly categorised every single person, bar one healthy patient. And that patient later turned out to have the disease after all.
Milne is âhypersomicâ, a super-smelling condition so under-researched that scientists donât know what causes it. She often finds scents totally overwhelming: sheâll only drink water that comes from a spring, and crosses the road to escape menâs deodorant. Scientists have determined that the Parkinsonâs odour she can smell comes from a substance called sebum, and if they analyse the chemicals in sebum they may be able to diagnose the disease earlier. Now retired, Milne is still using her superlative schnoz to detect diseases from Alzheimerâs to tuberculosis, either in person or with swabs sent in the post. She has twice been flown out to Tanzania to help with TB diagnosis, where one nonprofit uses giant rats to detect the condition. Milne âoutsmells themâ every time.
đđ©ș Humans have used smell as a diagnostic tool for centuries. The ancient Greeks and Chinese confirmed TB by throwing a patientâs phlegm on hot coals and sniffing the fumes. Typhoid has long been known to smell of baking bread; yellow fever stinks of raw meat; and the metabolic disorder phenylketonuria was discovered because of the âmusty smellâ it gives urine.
Sport
Markfield Cricket Club in Leicestershire. Laurence Griffiths/Getty
âIn summertime, village cricket is the delight of everyoneâ
Only the English could have invented a summer sport that canât be played for large chunks of the English summer, says Hugo Gye in The Critic. But for a people with such a fixation on the weather, âcricket seems a perfect fitâ. âIn summertime, village cricket is the delight of everyone,â wrote Lord Denning in 1977, declaring in a seminal Court of Appeal judgment that homeowners living next to a cricket pitch cannot sue to stop that pitch being used for cricket. âNearly every village has its own cricket field where the young men play and the old men watch.â
Itâs still true: the England and Wales Cricket Board oversees 5,500 clubs, with the final of the Village Cup played at Lordâs. But it is at the lowest level â âwhere the word âamateurâ can truly be used as an insult, not merely a descriptorâ â that the cricketing summer takes its finest form. Members of the No 10 cricket team are among many who boast that they have never won a game. (âWe shall see if their embrace of happy mediocrity survives the recent change of regime.â) Happily, some things change: cricket is thriving among women and girls, and in many areas it is British Asians keeping the sport alive. But some things remain the same, whoeverâs at the crease. Today, as was the case 200 years ago, there are few more magnificent sights than âa cricket pitch towards the end of the day, dappled with the long, spiky shadows of an English summerâ.
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