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The protagonist in the thirtieth novel by Dick Francis is a British diplomat named Peter Darwin. He has some downtime between assignments and, through a combination of bizarre circumstances, he finds himself back in his childhood hometown of Gloucestershire. There he befriends a veterinary surgeon named Ken McClure. McClure seems to be having a terrible run of luck in that several valuable horses that he has operated on recently have died mysteriously following their surgery. McClure's reputation is being trashed and he may lose his practice as a result.
Darwin attempts to use his investigative and diplomatic skills to figure out why the horses might be dying. Naturally, he suspects foul play and soon winds up in a messy thicket of intrigue that stretches back a generation and involves some very unsavory characters. As the plot thickens, people as well as horses begin to die, and if Darwin isn't careful, he could be the next to go.
I confess that this book did not work nearly as well for me as most of the other Dick Francis novels I've read. The complicated process by which Peter Darwin meets and befriends McClure stretched credulity for me, and the plot did not seem nearly as tense and exciting as in most other Francis novels. The cast of characters was large and a bit confusing, and there are long extended discussions of the ways in which veterinarians treat a variety of equine ailments. In particular, there are several extended discussions of the drugs that vets use to treat horses and the ways in which those drugs might be abused to injure horses.
Readers who enjoy that sort of minute detail will no doubt like this book a lot more than I did, but for me it all became a bit mind-numbing. I've really enjoyed most all of the Dick Francis novels I've read through the years, some of them a couple of times. This, though, is one that I probably won't be coming back to.
Darwin attempts to use his investigative and diplomatic skills to figure out why the horses might be dying. Naturally, he suspects foul play and soon winds up in a messy thicket of intrigue that stretches back a generation and involves some very unsavory characters. As the plot thickens, people as well as horses begin to die, and if Darwin isn't careful, he could be the next to go.
I confess that this book did not work nearly as well for me as most of the other Dick Francis novels I've read. The complicated process by which Peter Darwin meets and befriends McClure stretched credulity for me, and the plot did not seem nearly as tense and exciting as in most other Francis novels. The cast of characters was large and a bit confusing, and there are long extended discussions of the ways in which veterinarians treat a variety of equine ailments. In particular, there are several extended discussions of the drugs that vets use to treat horses and the ways in which those drugs might be abused to injure horses.
Readers who enjoy that sort of minute detail will no doubt like this book a lot more than I did, but for me it all became a bit mind-numbing. I've really enjoyed most all of the Dick Francis novels I've read through the years, some of them a couple of times. This, though, is one that I probably won't be coming back to.