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THE TIMES (London, UK) 22 October 05 Billiard balls at dawn . . . or shall we settle this matter of honour with blunderbusses? Since David met Goliath, the duel has exerted a special fascination (reviewed by Richard) {Excerpts}
DUEL by James Landale, Canongate, £14.99; 320pp, £13.49 (free p&p) 0870 1608080
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“Duels,” Flaubert noted in 1881, “no proof of courage. Great prestige of the man who has fought one.”

Since the days of David and Goliath this form of combat, fought according to an agreed code, has exerted a special fascination. As James Landale puts it in his new book, duelling “still grips our collective imagination”. It is an anachronism; ridiculous, barbaric, affording even at its most noble, only a rough form of justice. Yet in the present day, when claims are made on all sides that we should have control over our own lives — and deaths, too — one can be forgiven for hankering after this undeniably romantic way of solving affairs of honour.

There have been many odd encounters: in 1843, two men, having quarrelled over a game of billiards, fought by throwing billiard balls, the first to throw doing so with such force and accuracy that he killed his opponent with a single red. In 1894 two British officers in India duelled by placing themselves in a darkened room with a venomous snake.

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or shall we settle this matter of honour with blunderbusses? Since David met Goliath, the duel has exerted a special fascination (reviewed by Richard) {Excerpts}
DUEL by James Landale, Canongate, £14.99; 320pp, £13.49 (free p&p) 0870 1608080
www.timesonline.co.uk/booksfirst

Since the days of David and Goliath this form of combat, fought according to an agreed code, has exerted a special fascination. As James Landale puts it in his new book, duelling “still grips our collective imagination”. It is an anachronism; ridiculous, barbaric, affording even at its most noble, only a rough form of justice. Yet in the present day, when claims are made on all sides that we should have control over our own lives — and deaths, too — one can be forgiven for hankering after this undeniably romantic way of solving affairs of honour.

There have been many odd encounters: in 1843, two men, having quarrelled over a game of billiards, fought by throwing billiard balls, the first to throw doing so with such force and accuracy that he killed his opponent with a single red. In 1894 two British officers in India duelled by placing themselves in a darkened room with a venomous snake.

Billiard balls at dawn . . .