Horse Heaven (Ballantine Reader's Circle)
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#1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK
"A WISE, SPIRITED NOVEL . . . [IN WHICH] SMILEY PLUMBS THE WONDROUSLY
STRANGE WORLD OF HORSE RACING." --People
"ONE OF THE PREMIER NOVELISTS OF HER GENERATION, possessed of a mastery
of craft and an uncompromising vision that grow more powerful with each
book . . . Racing's eclectic mix of classes and personalities provides
Smiley with fertile soil . . . Expertly juggling storylines, she
investigates the sexual, social, psychological, and spiritual problems
of wealthy owners, working-class bettors, trainers on the edge of
financial ruin, and, in a typically bold move, horses."
--The Washington Post
"A NOVEL OF PASSION IN EVERY SENSE . . . [SHE DOES] IT ALL WITH APLOMB .
. . WITH A DEMON NARRATIVE INTELLIGENCE."
--The Boston Sunday Globe
"WITTY, ENERGETIC . . . It's deeply satisfying to read a work of fiction
so informed about its subject and so alive to every nuance and detail .
. . [Smiley's] final chapters have a wonderful restorative quality."
--The New York Times Book Review
"RICHLY DETAILED, INGENIOUSLY CONSTRUCTED . . . YOU WILL REVEL IN JANE
SMILEY'S HORSE HEAVEN."
--San Diego Union-Tribune
Chosen by the Los Angeles Times as One of the Best Books of the Year
“Come home.” She surprised herself, saying this, especially since she herself was nowhere near home. “Nah,” he said. “Nah. It’s kind of fun in a way. At least I get to blow my stack a lot and they don’t mind. Blowing your stack is the way you do things here.” “I—” But did she? Did she miss him really? Enough to say it? “Yeah,” he said, “I miss you, too.” “I—” Her tongue was completely tied. She knew that for an absolute fact, but he said, anyway, “Yeah, honey, I love you, too.” After he hung
good races. Studfarms are used to dealing with these sorts of animals. You could realize most if not all of your investment—” Herman Newman stared at him. This, thought Dick, this is a man who’s never sold a bad toy to a little child. What could he possibly be doing in the horse business? 62 / JUSTA FAVOR BACK IN CHICAGO, his horses pleasantly installed in the new stabling at Hawthorne, with spring just around a corner or two, the Skip Trial colt healing nicely, and his horses making money,
his appreciation of the jocks’ room and his pleasure at being there. You had to stay in the jocks’ room until your race was run. You came in before the first race and you stayed until you were finished. If you had a horse in only the ninth race, well, you sat around for five hours maybe. There were plenty of amenities—hot tub, sauna, massage table, salad bar, regular TV, monitor for watching the races at both Santa Anita and up north, free copies of the Daily Racing Form, the day’s program, the
to her cousin, and they left her in peace to pursue her plan for Skippy’s benefit. The saving grace was that there were plenty of horses to look at, and she loved looking at horses. AT THE DINNER TABLE, Deirdre noticed that Skippy was unusually quiet, as if he had been taken into custody for his own good. Beside her, George said, “Mary Lynn, darlin’, are you feeling a touch ill, then?” “Oh my God,” said Mary Lynn, and staggered from the table to the bathroom. Deirdre forgot to follow her until
the eyebrow, asking for a moment more. Jason Kingston withdrew his gaze from Buddy’s face, and made no sign. Buddy licked his lips and whispered to Andrea Melanie, “I think this horse can win the Kentucky Derby.” And that was true, too. As true as the sun in the sky. So why did it feel like a lie? She turned instantly to Jason and said, “Please, honey?” Jason poked Callaghan, and nodded. Callaghan raised his finger. The auctioneer said, “Three million one hundred thousand?” Callaghan and