Friday, March 21, 2008

Straight

This was an interesting mystery novel. I think this had the best version of common person caught up in something that I have ever read. Mostly because this person didn't turn out to have unexpected skills with firearms, explosives or surveillance equipment. The main character is a jockey with a broken ankle. So he knows horses, and he falls down a lot.
His brother dies and he is responsible for the brother's company and his effects, and all that stuff. And he stumbles around and can't find things and all the stuff that we would do if we happened to have to do something like that.
A lot of times the added details seem just that, added after to try and pad the book a bit, these details blended in and nothing about the book felt artificial. No, that's not true. The main character is reticient to the point of stupidity. He is in a terrible car crash and repeatedly gets mugged and re-injures his foot, yet he doesn't mention it to the people he works with until it ends up in the paper. That was pretty artificial.
I don't know if I am in a better mood or if the latter books from that box are better, but I am enjoyng them more. I really liked this one.

Straight. Dick Francis. Fawcett Crest. 1989

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