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Batting against South Africa in the final Test of an Australian summer, carrying scores of 0, 0, 0, 0, 1, 1, is the blunt alpha-male semi-hero of Malcolm Knoxs A Private Man. Hes likeable. A cricketer of decency who walks and signs autographs for supporters. Who also cheats on his wife and yearns for bygone days of excess out on the tool.The trooping No. 4 batsman is a relict, in relative terms a youth from the Border years playing on into the tenure of Captain Ponting. If only for legal (other than artistic) purposes, the Australian side in the novel is fictional, though. Indeed, one hopes the depiction is made with heavy creative licence, such is their gaucheness and barbarity. The Test cricketers contest and sledge with depravity, are in repose racist louts, and at the culmination, when all are drunk during celebrations, a woman is raped.The few dozen pages of A Private Man given over to cricket are among the best of the games fiction to describe play. The batsman makes a triple-century. Not a triple-century to open a nightclub over, nor the maddest, merriest day in Leeds, but a monumental two-day saga akin to Mark Taylor in Peshawar or Brendon McCullums august rearguard.Such a stupendous achievement as a triple-ton commends itself to fiction, and there is nothing obvious or dull in this telling. The innings is dwelt upon in its moments of uncertainty, anger and exhaustion, with any sense of triumph brushed through. It commences with the batsman drained, resenting his family, and concludes, how else, with a string of commonplace answers at a press conference.Knox, emeritus cricket correspondent of the Sydney Morning Herald, author of a revisionist history of the 1948 Ashes, and ghostwriter of Adam Gilchrists autobiography (among other feats of cricket belletrism), sets his second novel early in a new year across the five days of the Sydney Test. However, cricket, central as a plot device, is a sideshow to the novels preoccupations: family dysfunction, social pretence and pornography consumption.The last of the three subjects is provoking, not because it is kinky or depraved, but by its ordinariness. Descriptions are of time spent, intended minutes becoming half-hours, trousers down, trawling through websites. Men individually doing so secretly and guiltily, while others, such as cricket teams, engage communally, passing around magazines and forwarding emails.As the novel reflects, pornography is prevalent in society and, by grace of the internet, accessible, anonymous and free. Its relation to cricket has been sometimes noted. Russell Jacksons account of the Boxing Day MCG media box from earlier this year is horrid. Emma Johns review of this book, on its release over ten years ago, makes similar conclusions.The potent mix of subject in A Private Man, with its cricketer (and his 331 not out) a side plot, is unsurprising given the authors ambit. Knoxs non-cricket non-fiction has a range to match his compatriot Gideon Haighs, with subjects charting from methamphetamine to airlines to obsession to supermarket operation to uncovering a hoax memoirist. Hes not always infallible as a writer, and in recent years his appreciation of Shane Warnes mural has smacked of hauteur, while his race-energised response to Chris Gayles proposition of Mel McLaughlin met with censure.Knoxs services to cricket discourse, though - the latest offerings being a study of Australias wicketkeepers and the official biography of Phillip Hughes - make him pre-eminent among the games living authors. That his canon extends to a cricket novel, or at least something of one, is a blessing. This combination of a prominent cricket writer assaying the sport in fiction occurs elsewhere only with Mike Marqusees debut work, Slow Turn. Knox is a good writer and this novels opening 150 or so pages are engrossing, portraying a family of bristling individuals skirting disintegration. It loses something of its way in the back half, slightly too long, and, unpleasingly, its knot of troubles conclude in glib resolution. Its worth reading, though, if just for its excellent cricket writing. That it ventures into less often discussed territory is a bonus. It might disclose a topic more often obscured, and perhaps lead you to consider your own relation to pornography. At the least, its a neat critique of the green and golden mindset.ExtractChris Brand fields at fourth slip for the opening bowler. Blond boy, nicknamed Simmo, not because Simpson is his name - it isnt - but in recognition of the desert between his ears. Simmo runs in. Chris goes into a crouch, settling in on his left knee first to ease the strain on the arthritic right, as if working his way down a rope. He watches the ball in the bowlers hand, then switches his focus to the bat, tapping, tapping, whirring into the set of triggers unique to every batsman, ending, this time, in a decision to let the ball fly through to the wicketkeeper. Someone who is not Chris lets out a mischievous howl of frustration, as if the ball had been a lot closer than it was, and someone else rips off a loud fart.Simmo runs in. Chris crouches. Another leave. Someone oohs again, but Tom Pritchard makes a mini-megaphone of his hands: Come on, make him play! These two balls! Come on, boys! Geeing them up. Being a captain.To Chriss right, Nathan Such says something to Chris. Chris ignores him... Now they crouch for the second opening bowler, a young Aboriginal quick. Press love him, of course, though hes not really up to this standard. 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UNCASVILLE, Conn. -- Alyssa Thomas scored 15 points to lead the Connecticut Sun to an 84-80 victory over the defending champion Minnesota Lynx on Friday night in the WNBAs return from the Olympic break.Jasmine Thomas scored the tiebreaking basket with 15.2 seconds to play and finished with 12 points, and Alex Bentley and reserve Courtney Williams also had 12 points for the Sun (9-16) in their third straight victory. Chiney Ogwumike had 11 points and 10 rebounds.Seimone Augustus pulled second-ranked Minnesota (21-5), which had four players and coach Cheryl Reeve with the champion U.S. team in Rio, into a tie with a tough baseline jumper with 1:03 to play.Then 5-foot-9 Jasmine Thomas respondedd with a baseline jumper of her own over 6-2 Rebekkah Brunson, making it 82-80.dddddddddddd Maya Moore, who scored 40 points for the Lynx the last time the two teams played, then shot an airball on a 3-pointer.The Sun followed with a miss, but Ogwumike grabbed the rebound and that led to a free throw from Camille Little at 17 seconds. After a turnover by Lindsay Whalen, Bentley iced it with a free throw at 7.2 seconds.Whalen and Syliva Fowles had 16 apiece for Minnesota but Moore, fourth in the league at 19.4 points a game, was held to eight and 3-for-12 shooting. ' ' '