art, on the other hand, is not a reaction but a profound 
reappraisal of a complex cultural state. Jean Genet’s The  
Balcony  appeals to some people as a shatteringly logical 
appraisal of mankind’s madness in its orgy of self-destruction. 
Genet offers a brothel enveloped by the holocaust of war and 
revolution as an inclusive image of human life. It would be easy 
to argue that Genet is hysterical, and that football offers a 
more serious criticism of life than he does. Seen as live models 
of complex social situations, games may lack moral 
earnestness, it has to be admitted. Perhaps there is, just for 
this reason, a desperate need for games in a highly specialized 
industrial culture, since they are the only form of art accessible 
to many minds. Real interplay is reduced to nothing in a 
specialist world of delegated tasks and fragmented jobs. Some 
backward or tribal societies suddenly translated into industrial 
and specialist forms of mechanization cannot easily devise the