Nerve

 

by Dick Francis (read by Tony Britton)

 

 

 

 

Art Matthews blew his brains out in the middle of the winner's enclosure. Jockey Rob Finn investigates why.

This is another one of those early Dick Francis novels that suck me in, not just because of how good the writing is but because of its age. It is not just a mystery story, it is a time capsule as well -- and I love it. It's the little details -- the description of clothing, especially the Carnaby Street look that was just emerging -- sideburns and longish hair were novelties and hence noteworthy details. Jockeys wore suits to work before changing into riding gear.  The women's lib movement was still a few years away  and women's roles were quite different -- and not questioned.  Stereotypes were common and there were still great divides among the classes. 

Three and three-quarter stars for this one. It's a dandy little mystery.