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skygiantsAnother trip, another Dick Francis novel! This time ep_birdsall and I were in the Poconos with my parents and I read Longshot, the other book that was hand-selected for me in Maine.
The plot of this one is very funny to me because it truly is Dick Francis taking the framework of a governess gothic and then just substituting one of his trademark stoic hypercompetent manly heroes in for the governess. The protagonist of this one is writer John Kendall, who has decided to quit his job writing survival guides for an adventure tourism company and attempt to make it as a Novelist, but his advance is running out and he has nothing to live on so he takes a job as live-in biographer for an eccentric millionaire racehorse trainer single dad for the promise of room and board and a small advance.
Soon John finds himself not only working on the biography, but doing the cooking and grocery shopping (the eccentric millionaire racehorse trainer single dad and his plucky teenaged son live entirely on freezer pizza), taking the plucky teenaged son on survival outings in the woods while teaching him valuable life lessons, bonding with the eccentric millionaire's racehorses, becoming a trusted confidante to everyone in the vicinity, and in general filling a hole in the household's heart that they never knew that they had until he showed up.
Unfortunately (as is also so often the case for a Gothic governess) someone has just turned up a dead body on the premises, and it seems like one of the lovable family members and assorted racetrack personnel that John has just spent half the book bonding with is probably the killer!
The survivalist Gothic governess plot is genuinely really charming -- there's no actual on-page romance (and shape of the plot aside the relationship with the eccentric millionaire racehorse trainer single dad is not particularly slashy either, certainly not as compared with some other Francises I've read) but Kendall's friendship with the teenage kid is very cute without being cutesy, and the thread in which everyone in the house gets obsessed with Kendall's Wilderness Survival Tips and then the things they learn thread their way through the plot is extremely fun to read.
That said, I do also want to fight this book to a certain degree, in large part because it's gotten in the middle of a discussion I'm always having with Dorothy Sayers. The thing about Dorothy Sayers is that, as she writes a detective, she is constantly queueing up this argument with herself about whether thing that a detective does -- attempt to get justice for a dead person, and, in doing so, destroy the lives of one or more still-living persons -- is in fact morally justifiable. Francis, in this book, is also sort of facing up to this argument and comes down, interestingly enough for a novel in which there is a murder and the murder is eventually solved, on the opposite side: Kendall decides that he will not reveal the murderer (who has just tried to kill Kendall and, when that failed, killed himself instead to avoid the consequences); that truth for the sake of truth and justice and closure for the dead is not worth the cost in suffering to the living who would be hurt by the revelation.
Which is a fair and interesting conclusion to make, except that the book weights the scales because we never see anybody who is grieving the dead girl! We're told she has concerned parents, but they're never onscreen; nobody we do see onscreen remembers her fondly; both she and the other dead girl in this book (there's no mystery about who killed her but there's also a to-me-appalling lack of consequences for it) are somewhat misogynistic portrayals of sexually aggressive teenagers with bad judgment. The book is sorry for its dead girls but it doesn't really care about them. Nobody cares about them, they're not people the way that the people our protagonist has gotten to care about who loved this murderer are people, so of course he comes down on their side. So I have the obvious problem with the mild misogyny, but I also have a problem with the fact that Francis takes a swing at this argument that I am already primed to think about from talking quite a lot about Sayers recently and does not do it fairly. His stakes are stacked.
Unrelatedly, I do find it really interesting that both this book and the last Francis I read featured villainous artisans whose brilliant talent in their chosen field does not justify their bad moral decisions.
ep_birdsall and I were in the Poconos with my parents and I read Longshot, the other book that was hand-selected for me in Maine. The plot of this one is very funny to me because it truly is Dick Francis taking the framework of a governess gothic and then just substituting one of his trademark stoic hypercompetent manly heroes in for the governess. The protagonist of this one is writer John Kendall, who has decided to quit his job writing survival guides for an adventure tourism company and attempt to make it as a Novelist, but his advance is running out and he has nothing to live on so he takes a job as live-in biographer for an eccentric millionaire racehorse trainer single dad for the promise of room and board and a small advance.
Soon John finds himself not only working on the biography, but doing the cooking and grocery shopping (the eccentric millionaire racehorse trainer single dad and his plucky teenaged son live entirely on freezer pizza), taking the plucky teenaged son on survival outings in the woods while teaching him valuable life lessons, bonding with the eccentric millionaire's racehorses, becoming a trusted confidante to everyone in the vicinity, and in general filling a hole in the household's heart that they never knew that they had until he showed up.
Unfortunately (as is also so often the case for a Gothic governess) someone has just turned up a dead body on the premises, and it seems like one of the lovable family members and assorted racetrack personnel that John has just spent half the book bonding with is probably the killer!
The survivalist Gothic governess plot is genuinely really charming -- there's no actual on-page romance (and shape of the plot aside the relationship with the eccentric millionaire racehorse trainer single dad is not particularly slashy either, certainly not as compared with some other Francises I've read) but Kendall's friendship with the teenage kid is very cute without being cutesy, and the thread in which everyone in the house gets obsessed with Kendall's Wilderness Survival Tips and then the things they learn thread their way through the plot is extremely fun to read.
That said, I do also want to fight this book to a certain degree, in large part because it's gotten in the middle of a discussion I'm always having with Dorothy Sayers. The thing about Dorothy Sayers is that, as she writes a detective, she is constantly queueing up this argument with herself about whether thing that a detective does -- attempt to get justice for a dead person, and, in doing so, destroy the lives of one or more still-living persons -- is in fact morally justifiable. Francis, in this book, is also sort of facing up to this argument and comes down, interestingly enough for a novel in which there is a murder and the murder is eventually solved, on the opposite side: Kendall decides that he will not reveal the murderer (who has just tried to kill Kendall and, when that failed, killed himself instead to avoid the consequences); that truth for the sake of truth and justice and closure for the dead is not worth the cost in suffering to the living who would be hurt by the revelation.
Which is a fair and interesting conclusion to make, except that the book weights the scales because we never see anybody who is grieving the dead girl! We're told she has concerned parents, but they're never onscreen; nobody we do see onscreen remembers her fondly; both she and the other dead girl in this book (there's no mystery about who killed her but there's also a to-me-appalling lack of consequences for it) are somewhat misogynistic portrayals of sexually aggressive teenagers with bad judgment. The book is sorry for its dead girls but it doesn't really care about them. Nobody cares about them, they're not people the way that the people our protagonist has gotten to care about who loved this murderer are people, so of course he comes down on their side. So I have the obvious problem with the mild misogyny, but I also have a problem with the fact that Francis takes a swing at this argument that I am already primed to think about from talking quite a lot about Sayers recently and does not do it fairly. His stakes are stacked.
Unrelatedly, I do find it really interesting that both this book and the last Francis I read featured villainous artisans whose brilliant talent in their chosen field does not justify their bad moral decisions.
