Since my original post another handful of the older Francis books that hadn't been available as ebooks has been released at the bargain prices. I scooped them all up except 2 I never reread.
For Kicks just has too much horse cruelty, and I can't take it.
Trial Run has the protagonist going to Moscow at the request of a British prince and never had much appeal.
I'm sorry if these aren't being offered as bargains in Australia. I only see Amazon U.S., but I'd rather pay $2.99 for an ebook than get a paperback for free any day. I can still read my hard cover copies and have been, but I no longer can read paperbacks comfortably, so don't even open them. Plus they're about ready to fall apart, and I've never been good at dusting books.
Wish I'd seen this earlier, I love Dick Francis. I got started reading his books when I was stationed at my first base in the USAF, back in 1977. We had a tiny library on base, and I was on the floor, looking at the very bottom shelves, when I saw the little horse figure the publisher used on the cover. Since I always was horse crazy, I pulled it out, started reading, and I was hooked from that point on. I wish he'd written a thousand more books.
I read some of the books he did with his son, Felix, but they weren't as good. Lately Felix is getting better, but he'll never be his father. I don't know that anyone could write like that. The clarity, the story ideas, the characters.
Agree. I first discovered Francis back in the '60s when my mother sent me a box of books she'd read and there was a trilogy by him in it -
Dead Cert, Nerve, and
Odds Against. After that I read everything I could find by him and have those in paperback. Then I started buying his books in hard cover as soon as they came out. I'm going to keep the hard covers now, but discard the paperbacks I've been able to replace at these prices.
As I said in a previous post, IMO there's no way someone like Felix can ever write like his father because they have such different life experiences. The father was in the RAF, was a champion jockey in the days when it was a much rougher, less safety conscious sport, and ran his own small airport. (I read
The Sport of Queens, his autobiography, years ago.) That background produces a very different person than being the son of a man wealthy from book royalties.