"Come to Grief" by Dick Francis describes the final result - everyone mourns many lost lives, friendships, loyalties. "I had this friend, you see, that everyone loved." I thought narrator Sid was starting with his previous case, but no, the friend and connected relationships - parents, social group, public - are the current problems. We wait pages for friend Lochinvar's real name, and others breaking down - mother Ginnie's suicides, father Gordon tries to murder Sid - only the last pages answer why. Alround sad, recurring cancer obsession implies personal tragedy, none of the trademark humor that keeps me going back for more Francis. Rating is for compelling, not "liked".
Take cute feisty wide-eyed cuddler Rachel, having nightmares after sadistic mutilation of her beloved big-eyed pet Silverboy. Girl is frail, dying of leukemia. Colt is delicate fast future champion racer. Accused is popular ex-jockey TV celebrity, handsome endearing funny laughing lovable Ellis Quint, who publicized the dastardly foot amputations, repeated on full moon for months. Sid has nighmares too, fearing for surviving hand, after first crushed and torn in accident riding and by criminal torture when detecting.
From page one we know the perpetrator. Suspense depends on unfolding details tantalizingly, slowly - questioning motivation why, revelation of how discovered, and resenting harsh treatment of the hero. If I hate the plot - the cruel sadistic deed, the frustration and denial knowing who, the nightmares - why read on?
Dick Francis compels my curiosity, draws me into strange new worlds - horses strong, heavy; Britain high and low; a man's world of physicality, where women are periphral whiners, criers, and objects of beauty, admiration, or pity, and men willingly break and bloody bodies in fights. Stories told in the first person enable us, even if weak of body and untested in spirit, to identify with the protagonist, who has physical and moral courage, then needs to demonstrate those qualities. But he gets little praise, all private - maybe an old-fashioned kind of reward?
These days, I'd think the written confession would have been front page in the tabloids. Like in the book, even today, publicity has the same ability to destroy reputations and lives, the "justice" system the same inability to deal out "justice". The resolutions Francis finds to dispose of his villains is both satisfying and disappointing. Twists are clever, such as the thirty-second delay that saves Sid's life. Books deserve higher ratings when I'm hooked in spite of misgivings or nightmares afterward.
1996 Mystery Writers of America Grand Master for lifetime achievement