Dick Francis, CBE, FRSL (born Richard Stanley Francis) was a popular British horse racing crime writer and retired jockey.
Dick Francis worked on his books with his wife, Mary, before her death. Dick considered his wife to be his co-writer - as he is quoted in the book, "The Dick Francis Companion", released in 2003: "Mary and I worked as a team. ... I have often said that I would have been happy to have both our names on the cover. Mary's family always called me Richard due to having another Dick in the family. I am Richard, Mary was Mary, and Dick Francis was the two of us together."
Praise for Dick Francis: 'As a jockey, Dick Francis was unbeatable when he got into his stride. The same is true of his crime writing' Daily Mirror '
Dick Francis's fiction has a secret ingredient - his inimitable knack of grabbing the reader's attention on page one and holding it tight until the very end' Sunday Telegraph '
Dick Francis was one of the most successful post-war National Hunt jockeys. The winner of over 350 races, he was champion jockey in 1953/1954 and rode for HM Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother, most famously on Devon Loch in the 1956 Grand National.
On his retirement from the saddle, he published his autobiography, The Sport of Queens, before going on to write forty-three bestselling novels, a volume of short stories (Field of 13), and the biography of Lester Piggott.
During his lifetime Dick Francis received many awards, amongst them the prestigious Crime Writers' Association's Cartier Diamond Dagger for his outstanding contribution to the genre, and three 'best novel' Edgar Allan Poe awards from The Mystery Writers of America. In 1996 he was named by them as Grand Master for a lifetime's achievement. In 1998 he was elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and was awarded a CBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours List of 2000. Dick Francis died in February 2010, at the age of eighty-nine, but he remains one of the greatest thriller writers of all time.
When a British jockey named Richard Sherman disappears from a racecourse in Norway, he leaves behind a pregnant wife and a huge mystery. At the same time Sherman went missing, so did sixteen thousand kroner--the day's take at the racecourse where Sherman had been riding that afternoon. Sherman was last seen near the room where the money was inexplicably left unguarded, and the assumption is that he has run off with it.
But how?
Norwegian investigators have drawn a blank; neither Sherman nor the money have surfaced and there's no record of him leaving the country. Accordingly, the racetrack officials call in David Cleveland, an investigator from the Jockey Club in England. Cleveland pairs up with a Norwegian investigator named Arne Kristiansen, who tells David that he hopes the Englishman can pull the proverbial rabbit out of the hat.
Almost as soon as Cleveland arrives in Norway, however, it becomes very clear that someone doesn't want him poking around, and the deeper he digs, the more dangerous things become. But Cleveland is a typical Dick Francis protagonist, and he's not about to back down, irrespective of the possible consequences.
This is a fairly typical novel from Dick Francis. There's lots of intrigue, danger and action. In this case there's not much romance, although at one point our intrepid hero causes a woman to have an orgasm just by dancing with her! With that kind of talent, it's hard to imagine that even the most diabolical criminals will escape his reach for long. 3.5 stars, rounded up to 4.
Dick Francis found a goldmine in his thrillers about the British horseracing scene. After a while they became formulaic. This is one of his earliest, before the formula became set.
"“How do you solve a crime?” “Um… you think what you might have done if you’d been the crook, and then you look to see if that’s what he did. And sometimes it is.” “No one else solves crimes like David,” Arne said."
Arne Kristiensen works security for the Oslo track where jockey Bob Springer was last seen. David Cleveland is a horseracing investigator from the UK. When Bob went missing, so did the daily receipts from the track so many believe that the two things are tied together.
This is first, about deductive process; second, about being a thriller (our hero, David, almost get a watery grave in the beginning); third, about the contrasts between Norwegian society and its English counterpart; and, fourth, about mystery.
It was interesting and worked well for me, but it was a big step away from the actual horseracing that is the background for almost all the author’s subsequent work.
What is there to say about Dick Francis? As I think about all of his books (yes, this review covers all of his books, and yes I've read them all) I think about a moral ethical hero, steeped in intelligence and goodness embroiled in evil machinations within British horse racing society - either directly or indirectly. The heroes aren't always horse jockies, they can be film producers, or involve heroes engaged in peripheral professions that somehow always touch the horse racing world.
But more than that, Francis's heroes are rational human beings. The choices made are rational choices directed by a firm objective philosophy that belies all of Francis's novels. The dialogue is clear and touched with humor no matter the intensity of evil that the hero faces. The hero's thoughts reveal a vulnerability that is touching, while his actions are always based on doing the right thing to achieve justice.
Causing the reader to deeply care about the characters in a novel is a difficult thing to do. No such worries in a Francis novel. The point of view is first person, you are the main character as you read the story (usually the character of Mr. Douglas). The hero is personable, like able, non-violent but delivering swift justice with his mind rather than through physical means. This is not to say that violence is a stranger to our hero. Some of it staggering and often delivered by what we would think of normal persons living in British society.
You will come to love the world of Steeple Chase racing, you will grow a fondness for horses, stables, trainers and the people who live in that world. You will read the books, devouring one after the other and trust me Dick Francis has a lot of novels (over 40 by my last count).
There are several series woven into the fabric of Francis's work: notably the Sid Halley and Kit Fielding series.
Assessment: Dick Francis is one of my favorite writers. I read his books with a fierce hunger that remains insatiable and I mourn his death.
I bought this book from a pavement seller.A very old edition,which had seen some rough days.But how could I,a Dick Francis collector, let it remain there on the pavement.
It did help me complete my collection,but it isn't my favourite Francis.The setting is great,frozen Norway and its fjords.That is an aspect of Francis books I really enjoy,the books are set in so many interesting cities.
A British jockey disappears from a Norwegian race course,and money is missing as well.A jockey club investigator is sent to Norway to investigate.
But the plot is rather underwhelming,it's not among his best.
Today I am treating myself to an afternoon of purely-for-pleasure reading. Dick Frances is perfect for that kind of thing. I thought I'd read all of his books but don't remember this one, which is great, because I don't remember how it will end.
Here's a quote that shows one reason--maybe the number 1 reason--why I love Dick Frances's writing:
"Upon opening the passenger-side door I found that most of the interior was already occupied by a very large Great Dane. 'Lie down, Odin,' Erick said hopefully, but the huge dog understood no English, remained on his feet, and slobbered gently down my neck." p 146
I was at a writer's conference where an author (Eric Walters, maybe?) said there's a mystery novel in which the main evidence that a murder has not been a suicide is that the victim had a half-read Dick Francis novel on their nightstand. No one, the police concluded, would kill themselves in the middle of one of his books.
I wonder by PBS or someone like that doesn't turn all his novels into a murder mystery series. I'd watch all of them.
I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the last Dick Francis book I read. I now remember i totally enjoyed it, just as I did with this one. David Cleveland has been sent to Oslo to investigate the theft of the days receipts at their racetrack, along with the disappearance of one of the jockeys. From the start it appears that Mr. Clevelands presence is not welcomed by everyone. As David uncovers the clues the reader is given bit by bit of the solution, but can you really guess who did it and why? Great story line and brilliant ending. I must remember to take the next opportunity to read another Dick Francis tale.
British race-course detective David Cleveland is summoned to Norway to solve the case of disappearance of a British Jockey along with some bags full of money. Our typical Dick Francis hero naturally solves these mystery quite convincingly. The mystery is good, setting in Norway even better and as always the dependable Hero is great. Only the half baked romance (?) was really weird.
Another classic Dick Francis, set in Norway, with a Jockey Club investigator following up the disappearance of a British jockey. A fast-paced narrative leading to a violent ending.
A decent little who dun what, totally ruined by David Case's narration. Case is one of the worst audio book readers I've ever been subjected to. His bored, affected (fake?) uppah-clahhhsss drawl saps any excitement out of what is meant to be a thrillerish detective yarn, and his character voices don't work. The trainer speaks with a (sort of) Swedish accent until we are told that he actually spoke English with an Irish intonation; he is then Irish for about three sentences, after which his accent just gets weird. The British minerologist is meant to be from the southeast of England and yet he too spouts cod-Swedish with a rather unsuccessful overlay of...Welsh? Maybe? I read online that Mr Case was inducted into some sort of audiobook narrator's hall of fame...well, one wonders. I had started to listen to this months ago and gave up in Chapter One. The book improves upon acquaintance; the reader, sadly, does not. He sounds sick of the whole thing, like a grumpy 50ish Old Etonian who is being forced to tell someone a story and just wishes they would go away.
As for the book itself, it was okay, though I've run across the trope of a woman having an undetectable orgasm on the dance floor before and it didn't work then either. Whoever believes that one has never actually been with a woman who was having one. The baddies were predictable from Chapter 1. True, I read a lot of detective fiction, so perhaps I'm more aware than most, but I don't actually think so in this case. I do think it would be a lot more enjoyable in print than suffering through this particular reader's poor narration.
Excellent story. David an investigator for the jockey club goes to Norway and becomes embroiled in an investigation over Bob an English jockey who apparently stole a Norwegian Race club days takings. Bob has vanished from the face of the Earth.
David almost drowns in an apparent boating accident and his Norwegian friend Arne a security guard at the race course. Eventually Bob is found dead and innocent. Several attempts are made on David’s life and he figures out why Bob was killed.
SPOILERS AHEAD
David determines Arne betrayed him for a director st the club. Bob was smuggling information about a rich oil field which was used to make a killing on the stock market. In the end David finds out the son of the director saw his father murder Bob. The assassins hired by the director murder Arne and David in the cold Norwegian climate solves the case.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Early Francis and his style hadn't settled down yet: the women are even more marginal than usual, the reason to keep reading is thin, and the reveal was barely suspenseful at all.
A Jockey Club investigator is sent to Norway to determine where a jockey went - with the day's take from a racecourse. It seems a simple puzzle - and then proves to be anything but.
I'm not altogether sure if it's because I read this book before that it seemed predictable this time around, but given that I last read it over 30 years ago and have read how many thousands of books in the interim it's anybody's guess why I knew so many twists and turns. Maybe because the book was just that meaningful?
Whatever the case, this one fell a little bit flat this time around. The envelope that becomes so important seemed to flimsy to start (blue pictures? TO a Scandinavian country??? in the 60s???) though I think the investigation was fairly solid and the pieces still came together nicely in the end. This is still as solid book, even after so much time. I'm glad I went back and re-read it.
Another solid thriller in the Dick Francis collection. There's not much actual riding in this one, but the mystery part is a step above the usual fare from Francis. THis time the setting is the racing world of Norway and an investigation into the disapearance of a visiting English jockey. The cast of characters is well contouerd and includes some staples of the author: the introverted, smart young man with a stubborn streak and a strong sense of justice, the bullying industrial magnates, the affable rich patrons of the racetrack, the vulnerable love interest, the dangerous henchmen, etc. THe strength of the book is really in the gripping narrative, it took me just one afternoon to read through.
Perhaps I have outgrown Francis. It is also possible that Slay Ride does not rank amongst his best. I was somewhat underwhelmed. All the usual ingredients were sprinkled in with practiced competence, the devious plot uncovered by a stubborn and shrewd protagonist, efficiently brutal violence -unglorified, but subtly gratuitous, a suitably unconventional erotic/romantic filament threaded through the narrative and a worthy adversary. But while there are sparks, the book never quite takes off. There are worse books out there, Francis at his worst is still a skillful story-teller, but there are better ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Good read, some violence, but quite decent over all. Requires more from the reader than a mindless, summer read, but an excellent, by-the-fire on-a-long-winter-evening mystery read. I actually read two of his books this weekend and will probably read more as time goes by. Not really enriching in any way, but sometimes you've just got to take a break-Dick Francis provides a good break and another world with its own issues (not yours!!) to move into for a while.
Classic Dick Francis. This time we travel to Norway. I'm cold just reading this book.
We get a great Francis "everyman" in David Cleveland. Jockey Club investigator and all-around smart, nice guy. He gets in danger (as you would expect), barely escapes with his life (naturally) and saves the day.
Plus, this book is as old as I am, and it is still a fun read. One of my favorite authors of all time.
Good old Dick Francis novel. Exactly what I expected - fun, mysterious, thrilling. I didn't expect the Norwegian setting or the difficulty I'd have at first with the foreign names, etc. After a while, I got used to it, but it did take a little of the fun out of it. I'd would've also preferred a little bit longer wrap-up at the end. All in all, an enjoyable and quick read - just like I wanted right now.
A fun, quick read that combined horse racing, corporate espionage and the disappearance of a horse jockey into a fast-paced read. For some reason, Slay Ride was different from the other Dick Francis novels I've read, it felt a bit more cynical and bleak. I found all the characters interesting (especially obsessive, paranoid Arne), the plot entertaining and the conclusion to be satisfying.
A decent Francis book. The villain was medium-sized--not a raving psychopath, but not a run-of-the-mill John Q. Citizen either. A fair number of harrowing experiences for the hero, and a few alluring and possibly off-limits women . . . all in all, a pretty solid entry. Oh, and it takes place largely in Norway, which is a fun change from Francis' usual setting.
Dick Francis is one of the few prolific mystery writers whose books are primarily stand-alones. Although all his settings involve horses and/or racing in some way, there is an incredible variety to his work so it doesn't get stale. In Slay Ride, the main character is investigating the disappearance of an English jockey in Oslo.
Interesting to have primary setting in Norway. Twist in the motive/plot. Creative detective deduction; looking at situation backwards as well as what is not known. As with all Dick Francis books I have read thus far, well written and engaging. The biggest problem with my reading his books is that I stay up too late on work nights reading.
This is one of the better Dick Francis books that I've read. Unlike many authors who've written a large number of books, his do not rely on a cast of returning characters to hook the reader in. But somehow he managed to make me like the main character, David Cleveland, before it knew it. Although the vast majority, if not all, of Dick Francis books involve some facet of horse racing, the main characters themselves are not always jockeys but have different professions revolving around that world. In this entry, Cleveland is an investigator for the British Jockey Club and the story takes place primarily in Norway. It’s a well-plotted story and as in most Francis Cleveland is not discouraged by threats or the dangers of his pursuit of the truth. There was plenty of action to keep the pages turning, and no gratuitous violence or sex. Just a quick, enjoyable read.
A very straightforward Dick Francis novel, "Slay Ride" delivers the goods. My only caveat is that the book has two love interest subplots that remain unresolved at the end. The mystery makes sense, has a couple of interesting twists (not wholly unexpected) and makes use of the WWII Resistance backgrounds of several characters, reminding us that Francis (born about 1920) is a WWII generation writer.
This would be a good book for a person first dipping into Dick Francis, BTW, and has the additional appeal of taking place against the background of horse racing in Norway.
This is an early Dick Francis novel, and you can sense the development of the characteristics future books will showcase - an intelligent, witty protagonist with a hint of vulnerability who solves the challenge using not just the clues but his emotional reactions as well. The ending wrapped up a bit quickly for me, as I was hoping to see how the reactions of the other characters played out. Still, you have to love these stories and the intricate plots.
Best leuk verhaal over moord op een Engelse jockey in Noorwegen. In eerste instantie lijkt jockey vermist, na diefstal van recette van de dag. David .. wordt gevraagd om te onderzoeken waar hij heen gegaan is. Het verdwijnen is zo onlogisch dat David andere theorieën oppert, en daarmee onrust veroorzaakt bij meerdere mensen. Hierdoor wordt hij zelf ook aantal keren belaagd, en bijna vermoord. Leest lekker weg, en als lezer kun je lekker meepuzzelen met de oplossing.
I thought this was well-crafted, as is typical for Dick Francis, but lacked the tension and excitement of most of his previous books. It is also the least "horsey" of the Francis works that preceded it, though the narrator is the investigator for the jockey club, investigating the disappearance of a jockey. The finale was interesting, but hardly gripping.
I am rereading all my old Dick Francis novels. Some are better than others. This is an okay read but not my favourite. Good for bedtime reading. You can call asleep knowing that the hero will prevail in the end. But he violence is off putting. More so than I remember.
I got to see a new country...Norway. It was an interesting visit. Dick Cleveland from Emgland went there to try to find out about a British jockey who supposedly absconded with lots of kroners. But Dick found out that was not the case. In fact, Robert Sherman, the jockey, was murdered. And someone was trying to prevent Dick from finding out why. I found this book was interesting to a point. But the motive for the murder was not very exciting. Despite murder and mayhem, I was disappointed with the motive. Still Dick Cleveland was a typical Dick Francis main character.