Thursday, November 25, 2010




Think The Hustler with a cockney accent. Snooker like darts lies deep in English hearts. Long before ordinary people became famous across televised poker tables in the gaming capitals of the world, the English were making heroes and legends of men who played with long straight sticks and colored balls on a green felt table.

I have to admit up front that Keith Miles is a mate of mine and I’ve read much of his prodigious output. His Alan Saxon golfing mysteries are among my favorites. Miles, however, knows about more than just golf. Rugby is right in his skill set, as is snooker – thus Breaks, where he gets to show off that knowledge via his storytelling skills.


The novel that lifts the lid off the cut-throat world of international snooker.


At first, it was a poor man’s game, played in clubs and pubs and backstreet halls. Then the money came, the television cameras, the lights, and the glamour. And with them came the corruption, the fixes and the violence . . .


For Glyn Edwards snooker was more than a hobby: it was a religion – and a road out of the backstreets to a new way of life. But with success came all the things money could buy – all the things that could destroy him and everything he cared about.

Keith Miles is definitely worth discovering under his own name, or under his historical mysteries pseudonym, Edward Marston, under which he supports five series in various time periods. For me, however, I enjoy Miles’ love of sports as it comes through in his golfing mysteries and books like Breaks.


Evan Lewis said...

Who knew there was a world of international snooker?

Todd Mason said...

Hell, Evan...consider your own avocational interests, and how widespread their reach is, while how thinly spread across the world...then again, perhaps I've just been watching too much of the TODD MARGARET series...

It's the sports that don't get their own novels that might puzzle us...