(one in a series of Dick Francis reviews in which I try and separate all those rather similar titles, and in which I try not to give away plot lines)
The book: Sid Halley, ex-jockey and investigator (known to true Francis aficionados from Odds Against and Whip Hand), is in the public's bad books - he has accused a very popular friend of a nasty crime. And it is tough trying to prove the friend is guilty - when no-one wants to talk to you any more. His jockey powers of being able to take pain come in handy when he is attacked...
The writer: Dick Francis was Champion Jockey in 1953-1954, gave up professional riding in 1962 or 1963, and took up writing; he wrote a novel a year for almost 40 years! He has been accused of writing about the rich and aristocracy - absolute rubbish, as this book (among others) shows: the hero was born on a Liverpool council estate and survives by his wits.
My opinion: Francis has not just a beautiful, captivating writing style; his books also have thrills aplenty, and they have *heart* besides. Among all the action and tension he (briefly) discusses important feelings in a rather nice way - good stuff. Bravery, bearing spite, loss, betrayal, cancer... this book pulls you right in. A very satisfying read.