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The Tennis Partner
  • Published: 3 September 1999
  • ISBN: 9780099735014
  • Imprint: Vintage
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • RRP: $35.00

The Tennis Partner



From the author of the bestseller Cutting For Stone comes a deeply moving story about drug addiction, male friendship and tennis.

When Abraham Verghese, a physician whose marriage is unravelling, relocates to Texas, he hopes to make a fresh start as a staff member at a county hospital.

There he meets David Smith, a medical student recovering from a drug addiction, and the two men begin a tennis ritual that allows them to shed their inhibitions and find security, in the sport they love and in each other. But when the dark beast that is David's addiction emerges once again, almost everything Verghese has come to trust and believe in is threatened.

Compassionate and moving, The Tennis Player is an unforgettable, illuminating story of how men live and how they survive.

  • Published: 3 September 1999
  • ISBN: 9780099735014
  • Imprint: Vintage
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • RRP: $35.00

About the author

Abraham Verghese

Born and brought up of Indian parents in Ethiopia, Abraham Verghese qualified as a doctor in Madras and is currently professor of medicine at Stanford University, California. He is the author of My Own Country, an NBCC finalist made into a film directed by Mira Nair, The Tennis Partner, a New York Times Notable Book and Cutting for Stone. His essays and stories have appeared in the New York Times, The New Yorker, Esquire, Granta, New York Times Magazine, and The Wall Street Journal. He lives in Palo Alto, California.

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Praise for The Tennis Partner

Verghese is a fine writer, lyrical and controlled, and he captures the attachment between two men - its motives, its allure - with both precision and charm... Wise and compassionate

New York Times Book Review

A brave and heart-baring story

Time

Heartbreaking... Indelible and haunting... An elegy to friendship found and an ode to a good friend lost

Boston Globe