The Cycle That Is Life
by pinkagendist
A couple of years ago we gave a set of books to charity. Some of the inscriptions were very touching. Not individually, but as the outline to a story. A picture of the passing of time, of ageing, of moving in different directions. The background is a book. Dick Francis‘ first in his successful The Racing Game series. It was made into a television show. Mike was Sid Halley. If you’ve never heard of Dick Francis, he was a famous jockey turn crime writer. He and Mike were both Welsh and friends. Both times Mike had lunch with the Queen Mother, it was at the invitation of Dick & Mary. The Queen told Mike no smoking was allowed at the table, he asked her what she did when Princess Margaret was around. She didn’t reply. Sometimes I wonder who’s going to be part of my life in five, 10, 20 years. Will I be alive in 30? Where will I live? How will I live?
He was good casting for a detective
But as with everything in life, relationships, friendships, people move on.
I’m listening to Leonard Cohen. It’s cloudy. The mood is set.
I’ve read a couple of Dick Francis books, always wondered why they always had something to do with racehorses..
They’re not high literature
, but can be amusing on a Sunday afternoon.
LOL @ high literature
Your life is lovely to read about.
Mike is right: get on with this book, just because your life is so lived in for you, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t want to pick it apart for our own enjoyment.
-E
Dick Francis is my mom’s totally favorite writer. We have all of his books and she read them a hundred times
I only read “Comeback” and one other, but she reads the books every time she doesn’t have anything else to read
Tell your mother that Dick Francis’ son also writes and in a very similar style
Yes, she knows and reads them too