The idea that local fortitude at the ping-pong table derives from the Mancunian wrist’s supple familiarity with the spinning jenny is typical schtick from Howard Jacobson, who serves up a top notch coming-of-age comedy from the stuff of his tender years, spinning hero Oliver Walzer’s early attempts at dating with large helpings of sexual neurosis, domestic impediment and Semitic farce, as the young teen turns out for the Akiva Social Club table tennis team. The Jewish Jane Austen, Jacobson has quipped, in returning the suggestion that he’s the English Philip Roth. His particularity with the construction of the comic sentence is a consistent winning smash.