Guilty Not Guilty
By Felix Francis
Felix Francis is the son of the late Dick Francis, author of over 40 best-selling books. However in the son’s case, the apple has fallen far, far away from the tree.
What begins as a gripping story of murder and estranged families soon becomes tedious and boring as the author pads the story with long descriptions of historical murder cases and assorted trivia, totally irrelevant to the case.
Bill Russell is a volunteer steward at Warwick Races when he’s informed that his wife has been found murdered in their home. He’s quickly placed at the top of the suspects list and charged with her murder. His behavior at this point turns to the melodramatic as he weeps uncontrollably, calling out to his dead wife and berating her for “leaving him” all the while acting more like an adolescent than a middle-aged man. The police seem ham-fisted in their investigation, ignoring the most basic aspects of collecting evidence.
It was impossible to suspend disbelief in reading this because it was all just too unbelievable: from the characters, to the way in which the investigation was carried out. Give it a miss and choose another book to read. I wish I had!