My Afternoon, Stretching Like Taffy
Yes, I’ve been posting a lot lately. I will balance it by not posting for weeks once I start the new job. ;)
I saw this on ‘s lj, and though it was a good idea. Recommend to me:
1. A movie.
2. A book.
3. A musical artist, song, or album.
4. An LJ user not on my friends list.
I saw an interesting article today, as I was rather aimlessly surfing; it concerned Dick Francis. I’ve always loved his books, and I share this love with my father, who is also a big fan. He likes the books because they are so masculine, and the characters can take so much pain – in other words, they’re very strong. I like his characters because he always gives them a flaw – the man with the invalid wife who is struggling with guilt over sleeping with another woman, the jockey who has lost his nerve, the character struggling with depression and fantasies of suicide. Both viewpoints are valid, and both exist simultaneously: his characters overcome their flaws.
Anyway, there hasn’t been a recent book, and Dick Francis normally has a very regular publishing schedule. I was afraid that he had died, or that he was too ill to write; I knew that his wife had died, and wondered if that had affected his writing. And then I found this article. “A new unauthorised biography, Dick Francis: A Racing Life, suggests that Mary Francis wrote most of the former jockey’s novels but shunned the limelight in favour of the pulling power of her husband’s name.”
Intriguing…I sent the link to my father, and I will be interested to see what he thinks about it. It would make sense to use the “pulling power” of the name of the famous jockey to sell the books. They could have been written by a woman. How strange to be in the shadows, totally unknown, spinning tales that make your husband famous. I doubt we’ll ever know.