And while we’re on the subject of pig-ignorant bigotry. In the suburban Barnes & Nobles that circle this city like book-bloated death stars, you’ll currently find “sports” tables packed with tomes about golf, baseball and American football. Plus — in the midst of the World Cup — just one book about soccer. It might be further noted that to get to one of these stores from anywhere remotely civilized on a Saturday morning, one drives past packed soccer field after packed soccer field. But, as the B&N employee told me, “soccer’s not very big around here.” So that’s all right then.
The London Review of Books‘ John Lanchester is spending a month on the sofa, blogging about the tournament.