I discovered Dick Francis a few years ago through my sister who is an equestrian and (naturally) crazy about horses. We exchange the books we each borrow from the library then subject them to a postmortem and believe me, it's great fun sharing our reads this way.
That first book was Driving Force, and it made a fan out of me. His horse-flavoured murder mysteries are written with a highly entertaining combination of vigor and wit. I was pleasantly surprised when I moseyed over to the Edgar Awards list (on the recommendation of the stilettoed writer-crushing Miss Snark who advised that every aspiring writer should read each year's winning titles) and discovered that Francis had received the following awards:
- Best Novel for Forfeit (1970)
- Best Novel for Whip Hand (1981)
- Grand Master (1995)
- Best Novel for Come to Grief (1995)
I'm just getting into the story. Driving Force was a fun read, and I expect no less from this one.
2 comments:
I'm pretty sure I've read every Dick Francis novel ever written. Some of them came to me twice.
His understated prose is endearing -- he makes a wound to the ribs in a knife fight sound like an unfortunate mishap.
I'm glad he resumed writing after the passing of his wife.
I read that he co-wrote his last book with his son, who's also his manager. Interesting.
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