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I<\/span><\/span>t arrives with a thunk through the door. It\u2019s only little \u2013 10.26 x 4.34 x 19.23cm \u2013 but possesses a heft that belies its corporeal state. That will be the molecularly thin pages, all 1,616 of them, crammed into an impossibly compact space, which chronicle the previous year\u2019s runs and wickets and talking points.<\/span><\/p>\n But that only half explains the metaphysics at play. It\u2019s too heavy to be a mere recounting of the observable world. Hold one up and raise it high. Feel the weight of it and notice how it seems to change size in your hand like Sauron\u2019s ring. Something spiritual is at work here.<\/p>\n If you\u2019re a cricket fan it\u2019s difficult not to veer into hyperbole when writing on the significance of the Wisden Cricketers\u2019 Almanack. The novelist Alec Waugh had it right when he first called it the game\u2019s \u201cbible\u201d. It is a gateway to an ancient past, one that connects all readers of its gospels since it was first published in 1864, eight years before the inaugural international football match and more than a century before the launch of the Rugby World Cup.<\/p>\n It evokes images of green pastures and teabreaks in the shires. And though it has moved with the times and now includes portions on the women\u2019s game, Twenty20 franchises and something called the Hundred, its magic is found in the deep roots of its own heritage.<\/p>\n That is why one anonymous collector once parted with nearly \u00a340,000 for a rare copy of the 1875 edition. Be honest. You\u2019d have done the same if you had deep enough pockets.<\/p>\n Because a Wisden is not just for reading but for collecting and the more you have the greater the connection to cricket\u2019s antiquity. Cast your mind back to the uncountable Zoom calls during lockdown. Did you notice the stacks of yellow proudly displayed like gold bars in the corner of your screens? I did. It seemed as if every other digital interaction was simply an opportunity for my friends and colleagues to show off their Wisden wealth. More seasoned journalists and punters needed multiple shelves to display their hoard.<\/p>\n In this latest iteration, No 160, Jon Hotten speaks to some of the most accomplished Wisden collectors and lifts the lid on their religious devotion. His research takes him to JW McKenzie, \u201ca shop long beloved of cricket book collectors\u201d where he is met by rows upon rows of relics with \u201cpages as dry and fragile as autumn leaves\u201d.<\/p>\n Hotten writes: \u201cThere is a sense of awe to them, and what they represent,\u201d and as he holds a Wisden from 1879 he is ushered through a portal, \u201cto another, lost time\u201d.<\/p>\n I wasn\u2019t aware of its transportive powers until starting my collection in 2017. Of course I had known about Wisden and all it represented, but coming from South Africa I was quick to dismiss what I considered to be another manifestation of English self-importance. Then I visited Lord\u2019s and had the chance to feel the smooth dust jacket and experience for myself that logic-defying mass. Maybe I had been too hasty in my judgment. English cricket is dripping with pomposity but perhaps through the gaps between snobbery and disdain I may find something to love.<\/p>\n My opinion was fully altered in the summer of 2019 when I first bowled with a Dukes ball. Like reading a Wisden, bowling with that deep crimson orb that swings and seams as if under the spell of an invisible deity is an ethereal experience. After my first over the imprint of its pronounced seam lingered on my fingers like stigmata. I once was a trundler. Now, at least in the second division of the third tier of Middlesex league cricket, I was incarnated with the spirit of SF Barnes.<\/p>\n Recognising the sanctity of the 156g object, James Wallace made the pilgrimage to the holy site of Shernhall Street in residential Walthamstow, east London. Here he encountered a nondescript grey-brick building that is the birthplace of every Dukes in the world and spoke with the man who oversees the operation, Dilip Jajodia. In an interview for the almanack the pair unravel a tale that includes Aberdeen Angus cows, the Crimean war, Stuart Broad and the Holocaust.<\/p>\n Elsewhere Gideon Haigh immortalises Shane Warne, a cricket demigod who was \u201calways shrugging off the ordinary in quest of the extraordinary\u201d. Patrick Kidd links the late Queen Elizabeth to the game while James Holland tells the story of famous players\u2019 gravestones.<\/p>\n