I'd say I have read the biographies of all contemporary jockeys, and of course many of them are Irish. Tony McCoy, Mick Fitzgerald, Richard Dunwoody, Ruby Walsh - you name 'em, I have read the book, and now Paul Carberry followed suit with "One Hell of a ride". One thing is dead certain: He is the most "irish" by far, and this book reflects just that. Carberrys liver is surely made of steel, and sadly his "brutally honest" approach and the revelations are all alcohol-related. In fact, I'd go as far to say that the words booze, drink, party, "hit the town", session etc. are more often used than horse. We all knew Carberry liked to party, and now we know in greater detail. No surprise that he was the first to be caught when Ireland introduced breath-tests on racetracks, as we know he was the one to be done twice, and the only real surprise is that it a) not happend much sooner and b) that he got away comperatively lighty, no matter what he might think.
Noel Meade - if you read the book you'd say amazingly - provided a really nice forword, claiming Carberry's love and understanding for horses, yet as a racehorse owner myself I love the thought (not) that in his (Carberrys) young years he got the racehorses out in afternoon for a bit of a craic and some fun jumping hedges and walls. Once a horse didnt follow suit, so Carberry felt obliged to hit him on the head, injuring his eye - just a bit of fun, you know. Like getting ponies out in the middle of the night and making them jump a wall in the dark - just a bit of craic, of course. A couple of times he accidently shot a pet cat at night, but this must be the irish way of love for all creatures.
The book reveals the amazing fact that despite these monster amounts of alcohol Carberry consumed since his youth he was able to ride more than 1500 winners; proof of his steely consitution, and a love for the racing game - and winning - for sure, after all he was able to keep to his regime for a long time - even though of course he failed in England where every-day-racing made constant partying a tad more difficult. He clearly is a hugely talented jockey, but what a shame he chose to treat his talent like he did - ok, he did not waste it, but then again, he did. Claiming that the alcohol never affected his riding is typical irish as well - "aah -I'll be grand!" (as Johnny Murtagh once described the irish way of dealing with things) - there are other passages where between the lines he admits to just the opposite.
Carberry mentioned some horses - Harchibald gets about half a chapter, and of course BobbyJo as his Grand National winner gets his own - but if you are looking for insides of famous irish horses you'd be disappointed - mind you, he did not ride that many famous one's after all - and I for one might have an explanation why he never won a major race at Cheltenham now as well.
The book might be honest - his private life outside the booze and the partys is delt with very sparingly though, and an older daughter and a son from an early relationship are mentioned only as teenagers on page 258 - but is still a rather depressing read. Carberry might have lived his life in full - as he sees it - but you have the chance of take it or leave it. I'd say the paperback- version will do, though, if there ever is one.
3 stars for some nice photos, and extensive list of each and every winner, and .... well, the fact there is a new racing book. Even though this clearly lacks the racing a bit too much for my liking.