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Seabiscuit: An American Legend


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Charles Howard had the feel of a gigantic onrushing machine: You had to either climb on or leap out of the way. He would sweep into a room, working a cigarette in his fingers, and people would trail him like pilot fish. They couldn’t help themselves. Fifty-eight years old in 1935, Howard was a tall, glowing man in a big suit and a very big Buick. But it wasn’t his physical bearing that did it. He lived on a California ranch so huge that a man could take a wrong turn on it and be lost forever, but it wasn’t his circumstances either. Nor was it that he spoke loud or long; the surprise of the man was his understatement, the quiet and kindly intimacy of his acquaintance. What drew people to him was something intangible, an air about him. There was a certain inevitability to Charles Howard, an urgency radiating from him that made people believe that the world was always going to bend to his wishes.

On an afternoon in 1903, long before the big cars and the ranch and all the money, Howard began his adulthood with only that air of destiny and 21 cents in his pocket. He sat in the swaying belly of a transcontinental train, snaking west from New York. He was twenty-six, handsome, gentlemanly, with a bounding imagination. Back then he had a lot more hair than anyone who knew him later would have guessed. Years in the saddles of
military-school horses had taught him to carry his six-foot-one-inch frame straight up.

He was eastern born and bred, but he had a westerner’s restlessness. He had tried to satisfy it by enlisting in the cavalry for the Spanish-American War, and though he became a skilled horseman, thanks to bad timing and dysentery he never got out of Camp Wheeler in Alabama. After his discharge, he got a job in New York as a bicycle mechanic, took up competitive bicycle racing, got married, and had two sons. It seems to have been a good life, but the East stifled Howard. His mind never seemed to settle down. His ambitions had fixed upon the vast new America on the other side of the Rockies. That day in 1903 he couldn’t resist the impulse anymore. He left everything he’d ever known behind, promised his wife Fannie May he’d send for her soon, and got on the train.

He got off in San Francisco. His two dimes and a penny couldn’t carry him far, but somehow he begged and borrowed enough money to open a little bicycle-repair shop on Van Ness Avenue downtown. He tinkered with the bikes and waited for something interesting to come his way.

It came in the form of a string of distressed-looking men who began appearing at his door. Eccentric souls with too much money in their pockets and far too much time on their hands, they had blown thick wads of cash on preposterous machines called automobiles. Some of them were feeling terribly sorry about it.

The horseless carriage was just arriving in San Francisco, and its debut was turning into one of those colorfully unmitigated disasters that bring misery to everyone but historians. Consumers were staying away from the “devilish contraptions” in droves. The men who had invested in them were the subjects of cautionary tales, derision, and a fair measure of public loathing. In San Francisco in 1903, the horse and buggy was not going the way of the horse and buggy.

For good reason. The automobile, so sleekly efficient on paper, was in practice a civic menace, belching out exhaust, kicking up storms of dust, becoming hopelessly mired in the most innocuous-looking puddles, tying up horse traffic, and raising an earsplitting cacophony that sent buggy horses fleeing. Incensed local lawmakers responded with monuments to legislative creativity. The laws of at least one town required automobile drivers to stop, get out, and fire off Roman candles every time horse-drawn vehicles came into view. Massachusetts tried and, fortunately, failed to mandate that cars be equipped with bells that would ring with each revolution of the wheels. In some towns police were authorized to disable passing cars with ropes, chains, wires, and even bullets, so long as they took reasonable care to avoid gunning down the drivers. San Francisco didn’t escape the legislative wave. Bitter local officials pushed through an ordinance banning automobiles from the Stanford campus and all tourist areas, effectively exiling them from the city.

Excerpted from Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand. Copyright 3/6/01 by Laura Hillenbrand. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher

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An American Legend
Random House Publishing Group
Hillenbrand, Laura
United States - 20th Century
Horse racing
United States
Horse Racing
History-United States - 20th Century
Sports & Recreation-Horse Racing
Sports & Recreation : History
Sports & Recreation : Horse Racing
History : United States - 20th Century
Sports & Recreation - Horse Racing
U. S. history
United states
Race horses
Seabiscuit (Race horse)
Race horses -- United States.
Sports and Fitness-Sports General
Games-Horse Racing
Games-Horse and Dog Racing
PETS / Horses/General
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Product details 399 pages Random House Publishing Group - English 9780345467393 Reviews:
"Review" by , "The heart of its its seamless combination of triumph and melancholy. Like any great success story, Seabiscuit is ultimately sad. Glory always burns brightly and briefly, and the racing life of a horse (and Seabiscuit's was longer than most) is even briefer than most kinds of success.....And so it's when he's retired, and the principals go their separate ways, that the book becomes most like a love song, reveling in the exquisite sadness of knowing you held something in your hands only to see it scatter to the winds."
"Review" by , "[T]he tale remains enticing: 'runty' horse, expansive millionaire owner, laconic trainer and half-blind jockey combining to create a legend just when America needed one."
"Review" by , "Seabiscuit is one memorable read."
"Review" by , "A great ride."
"Review" by , "Gifted sportswriter Hillenbrand unearths the rarefied world of thoroughbred horse racing in this captivating account of one of the sport's legends."
"Review" by , "Terrific....Seabiscuit brings alive the drama, the beauty, the louche charm and the brutality of horseracing."
"Review" by , "A remarkable tale....Seabiscuit should captivate a new generation of readers from beyond the world of horse racing."
"Review" by , "Terrific writing....A fascinating account of one of the sport's most alluring icons."
"Review" by , "Captivating....[A] flawless trip, with the detail of good history, the blistering pas of Biscuit...and the charm of a grand legend."
"Review" by , "Seabiscuit's triumph remains a terrifically appealing Cinderella story but it's Hillenbrand's instinctual feel for the drama of the sport and her formidable literary talents that bring the tale to life."
"Review" by , "This is more than a fine piece of writing about the sport of racing; it is also about our history. I wish all sportswriters could write like this."
"Review" by , "There have been numerous biographies of famous horses, but this one is the best by open lengths..."
"Review" by , "In telling the Cinderella story of Seabiscuit and his devoted trainer, owner and jockey, the author, Laura Hillenbrand, has written an absorbing book that stands as the model of sportswriting at its best."
"Review" by , "Laura Hillenbrand knows racehorses, riders, and trainers. She knows our history. She knows how the two combine. Seabiscuit was a great horse, perhaps the best ever, running in one of the worst decades ever, the Great Depression, bringing excitement and pleasure to millions of Americans when they needed those emotions desperately. This is more than a fine piece of writing about the sport of racing; it is also about our history. I wish all sportswriters could write like this."
"Synopsis" by , Hillenbrand's riveting about underdog racehorse Seabiscuit is now a major motion picture from Universal, starring Tobey Maguire, Chris Cooper, Jeff Bridges, and William H. Macy. Directed by Gary Ross ("Pleasantville").
"Synopsis" by , The author retraces the amazing journey of Seabiscuit, a horse with crooked legs and a pathetic tail that nevertheless made racing history in 1938, thanks to the efforts of a trainer, an owner, and a jockey who transformed a bottom-level racehorse into a legend. Reader's Guide included. Reprint.
"Synopsis" by , Fascinating . . . Vivid . . . A first-rate piece of storytelling, leaving us not only with a vivid portrait of a horse but a fascinating slice of American history as well.

-The New York Times

Engrossing . . . Fast-moving . . . More than just a horse's tale, because the humans who owned, trained, and rode Seabiscuit are equally fascinating. . . . Hillenbrand] shows an extraordinary talent for describing a horse race so vividly that the reader feels like the rider.

-Sports Illustrated


-The Washington Post

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