"Horse People", by Michael Korda is a love story. I don't think that was actually Mr. Korda's intent, but I think that is what it became.
Mr. Korda tells of his early experiences in horseback riding. We learn what a horse is- ... "horses aren't exactly pets, like dogs and cats. For one thing, they don't live in the house, or even visit it." We learn of the horse's " conformation", how we recognize traits and characteristics in a horse, what they want, what they need. We learn the care of the horse. We learn about saddles, English, Western, side. We learn saddle terminology, and the importance of every part.
At first, I thought this book could have been called, " Horse People... in Central Park", or perhaps, " Aristocratic Horse People."
But then, there was this subtle, inexorable progression of Mr. Korda's life, meeting Margaret, who becomes a preeminent rider and competitor in eventing, (dressage, cross country trial, stadium jumping), falling in love, and ultimately moving to the countryside and have ... horses, a stable, horse trails, and room to ride, pastoral serenity.
More than any other chapter, Mr' Korda's skill as a raconteur are best seen in his mirthful narrative of the foxhunt. ... " More than most sports, foxhunting is full of unbreakable rules and traditions, but the two things that matter most are never passing or riding ahead of the master, and never riding into the hounds. "..." Get back, get the hell back!" ...." we passed the master, spattering him with mud-"...." It was dawning on me at last that unless I did something, we were going to gallop right through his hounds... " " Did you ride past the master?' ..."Up to a point. That I may have done yes." ...Jane chuckled. " Nobody's done that in years... He looked as if he was about to have apoplexy, didn't he Thady?'.. " Aye, that he did, Thady said contentedly." I told him that's what happens when you get a real daredevil in the hunt field. In Ireland, I said, the master just rides faster than anybody else, damn if he tries to slow them down like a policeman at a crossing. He sipped his tea, into which Jane had poured a generous shot of Irish whiskey. ... " I'll tell you what though, laddie, " Thady continued, " he won't forget you in a hurry"
I don't know that I am a " horse people". ( My experience is rather limited, riding three or four times in my life, once in Mexico about 45 years ago, on " Diablo Rojo" [translation- RED DEVIL], a big horse, the ranch hand telling me he wasn't broken in yet, whereupon he proceeded to run for about 15 straight minutes right up the barranca, and seeing a brick wall at the top, and thinking about it for a brief second, he tried to jump, and at that point I thought it best for me to dismount, so I jumped and/or was thrown?!!. So I don't think this book was written for me.
And yet, it is, because when we see love and feel it, we know it is truly for all of us, and Mr. Korda has given us that.