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A couple weeks ago, [personal profile] thisbluespirit posted a link to Odds Abridged, an abridged retelling of Dick Francis’s Odds Against. Now, I haven’t read Odds Against, but I have read other Dick Francis, so I knew to expect a stoic and omni-competent hero in a mystery involving horses, which is all you really need to know to read this hilarious fic.

It is not true that jockeys don't feel pain. We do. We just don't talk about it, even when our skeletons are torn out; we don't feel the pain until people say something hurtful like "why aren't there any horses," and then we have to take all of that toughness and try not to break down and sob, because we are bastards and bastards don't cry, because if bastards start crying even a little bit then they just end up laying on the floor drinking their full bodyweight in brandy, empty, pitied; not having any horses at all, the horseless men of the horseless world.

Instead I said, "because when I put the menaces on people it works strangely well, because I'm so much smaller than them, and it makes them go, oh, look, he's so little and menacing, Gladys, give him a biscuit."

Then I thought about it some more and added, "And then I keep the biscuit."


After cackling my way through the abridged version, I decided I owed it to myself to read the original Odds Against as well.

WHAT a book. This is the first Francis book featuring Sid Halley, the only Francis hero to actually get a series, presumably because Francis realized that Halley suffered too beautifully to be confined to one book.

Sid is the IRONEST of woobies. At the beginning of the book, he’s just been shot in the gut, and also his left hand is basically a deformed claw as a result of a riding accident two years ago, which ended his jockey career and therefore destroyed all his interest in life. He has spent those two years in a drifting depression riding a desk in a private investigator’s office.

After the gunshot wound, Sid goes to his father-in-law’s to recuperate! (Sid’s wife has left him, but no matter, his father-in-law isn’t going to lose a good chess player just because he’s not technically part of the family anymore.) His father-in-law has a little puzzle he would like Sid to solve! Said little puzzle involves introducing Sid to a bunch of houseguests as his useless wastrel son-in-law, without warning Sid beforehand, so Sid’s just sitting at the dinner table expecting a nice dinner (or at least a usually polite dinner; he can’t eat much because of the gunshot wound to the stomach) when his father-in-law is all “And this is Sid, my daughter’s worthless ex-husband who just won’t leave my house.”

Father-in-law drops by to explain that his plan is to make the evil houseguests underestimate Sid, hence introducing him as the most useless man alive, and presumably he couldn’t warn Sid beforehand because Sid wouldn’t look sufficiently pained about it if he knew it was coming.

Later on two of the houseguests hold him down while they drag his deformed hand out of his pocket to have a look at it. (“He’s squirming!” the lady houseguest chirps.) This is just how Sid’s life goes in this book.

I realize that IRON WOOBIE SUFFERS STOICALLY AND AT GREAT LENGTH is not everyone’s thing, but if it is YOUR thing, then do yourself a solid and read this book.
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What I've Just Finished Reading

Or I suppose I should call this "What I've Read Over the Last Three Weeks," because it's been a while since I posted it.

I read Jane Mayer's The Dark Side: The Inside Story of How the War on Terror Turned into a War on American Ideals, which is a good book to read if you want to be reduced to seething rage about the level of mendacity and fear that turned torture (sorry, "enhanced interrogation") into official American policy. The book presents a fairly compelling argument that in the aftermath of September 11th, Bush and Cheney both took it as an article of faith that the war on terror would demand the use of torture, and therefore reached out for any advice that bolstered this belief with both hands. Any contrary advice, they ignored, even when it came from lifelong Republicans who were military lawyers or experienced FBI interrogators and therefore had no political reason to oppose Bush's policies and also had the legal knowledge and on-the-ground experience to realize that torture was illegal and wrong and also didn't work, if by "work" you mean produce useful intelligence rather than reduce the victims to gibbering wrecks, which it tends to do pretty well.

This would be bad enough if all the people arrested were genuine terrorists, but in the early months especially hundreds of innocent people were arrested - this is according to internal investigations within the military, by guys who figured that this was a problem someone might actually want to fix. HA. Release suspected terrorists? Even though there was absolutely no evidence that this suspicion had any basis in fact? That would mean admitting to making a mistake! Much better to keep them there as along as possible.

It's worth reading, but it's probably not good for your blood pressure.

Otherwise, I read Mary Stewart's The Stormy Petrel, which is very similar to her Rose Cottage: both are atmospheric books with beautiful descriptions of small communities in beautiful countryside with thriller/mystery elements that never gather enough momentum to become properly thrilling or mysterious. They heat up a certain amount, but the plot never quite boils, if you will. But they're both pleasant comfort reading.

I also read Dick Francis's To the Hilt, which I enjoyed but not so much that I think I'll be seeking out his other books.

And finally, Maureen Johnson's Shadow Cabinet. I was under the impression that this was the final book in the Shades of London trilogy, rather than the third book in an ongoing series, which as you can imagine is a misunderstanding that made for an unnecessarily frustrating reading experience. I suspect that made my judgment of the book unnecessarily harsh, but I also think that the series as a whole is just moving in a direction that is less interesting to me than the place where it started. I really liked the combination of boarding school story and ghost mystery in the first book, but the series has moved entirely away from the boarding school plotline and I think I was, unfortunately, actually more interested in that than the ghosts.

I'll probably check out the next book when it comes out, though, because this book did introduce a quite interesting pair of villains.

What I'm Reading Now

Varlam Shalamov's Kolyma Tales, which I'm actually finding less soul-destroying than The Gulag Archipelago, if only because they're short stories and therefore offer a natural breaking point to walk away from the book every few pages. I would definitely recommend them if you want to know more about the gulag but don't feel like committing to 1,500+ pages of Solzhenitsyn. There's definitely a spiritual affinity between the two works, even though Shalamov's interpretation tends to be more hopeless than Solzhenitsyn's. Or hopeless isn't the right word, necessarily; his characters are often too exhausted even to feel despair.

I've also, on the much brighter side, been reading Malcolm at Midnight, the story of a classroom pet rat who has taken to sneaking around the school. I've started volunteering at the library once a week to process and mend books, and I saw this book's sequel and was charmed by the footnotes (I am such a sucker for novels with footnotes), so I picked up the first one. It's cute.

What I Plan to Read Next

Marie Brennan's The Voyage of the Basilisk. Yay dragons!

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