Wow. All Francome fans should read this. New format (larger size cover) but needs a more up-to-date photo to remind all fillies (and old grey mares) of his delectable good looks.
This latest offering of John Francome's is so different from all his others that it could have been written by a different person. The credits mention someone called Mike Bailey and it is hard to judge whether he was directly responsible for the change in writing style but whatever contributions he made the effects have been positive. If being footloose and fancyfree again (ie Ms Bailey) means producing work of this calibre then the author should seriously consider joining a monastery. What a transformation.
Subtle examples of the author's dry wit are occasionally found throughout particularly in the first few chapters some of which are very funny indeed. The first third is slow going and reminded me of a field of two-milers settling down and jockeying for position but as the story unfolded and the characters found their places it started to show signs of being a pretty good read. What I can't understand is the author's obsession with the surname James in two consecutive novels.
Like Tip Off, I felt at home again (funny this) because the character Paul share's my eldest's name. Incredibly, Hong Kong and Melbourne are dear to my heart too (although no bearing to this review) as I was due to emigrate to the former and meet up with my youngest son who currently lives and works in the latter, so there goes the storyline for my next book!
The text and style reveals more about the author than any previous publication. Veiled criticisms and barbed comments directed at females give the book a gutsy and emotional feel. The classic comment of the entire novel is the reference to ''The Handcuff Voice'' - the one a woman uses when she's making plans to tie a man down. Don't know about other female readers but I if got the opportunity to tie J Francome down it wouldn't be with a voice... I was concerned, however, about the repeated change in viewpoint character which made the passages murder to read.
It's strange that it can sometimes take 10 or even 15 novels for an author to reveal their true style and if this book is a taste of what's to come on future menus then I shall be first outside the restaurant. (Difficult for me as I'm allergic to wheat and dairy products and stick thin - perhaps I should have been a jockey.)
Francome has finally realised that sex sells and the provocative passages are sensuous, pertinent to the plot and very pleasing to read. Although the poor sex-starved heroine Kate sleeps through the climax she does get her jockey in the end and that is just the way it should be in fiction - a happy ending. Pity life can't be like that...
Highly recommended.