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Part memoir, part journey into the compelling world of Thoroughbred horse racing, My Racing Heart gallops headlong into the wild culture and fabulous creatures that rise up around a racetrack. Nan Mooney looks at the horses, jockeys, and trainers; the gambling and corruption; and racing's age-old history and forever offbeat society. From the dusty backstretch at a small-town track to the stands at magnificent Churchill Downs, Nan Mooney captures the risks and the glory, the excitement and the passion, for horse lovers, sports fans, and anyone who has ever craved a place to run wild.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780060958084 |
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| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 04/01/2003 |
| Edition description: | Reprint |
| Pages: | 320 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.72(d) |
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Read an Excerpt
Chapter One
Trust:
The Horse of Course
May-May fell for Thoroughbreds the same way I would eighty years later -- fully, sweetly, and without hesitation. It happened to me in her living room, kneeling on a square of plum-colored carpet. For May-May, that love first came via a cowboy dream, roaming the plains of the Wild West.
When May-May was eleven, her grandfather, soured by a post–Civil War South that had emerged as a paper cutout of its former splendor, bought a several-thousand-acre ranch outside the frontier town of Fort Collins, Colorado. The entire family piled into a private railcar and clickety-clacked their way from the new northern money of the Carnegies and Rockefellers to a land where rumor had fading cotton fortunes tripled by raising longhorn cattle.
May-May's grandmother insisted on uprooting the entire contents of their Spesushi Island plantation. The train churning along the transcontinental tracks towed behind it cargo cars laden with Queen Anne tables, china washbasins, and six four-poster beds. Her grandfather reserved one car only for his horses. Those horses were his pride, four hearty stallions with broad chests and high hindquarters, and a single fourteen-year-old mare, a former racehorse named Madame Queen. She was the one female May-May's grandfather deemed tough enough to survive the thorns and rattlesnakes of Colorado. She was also the only Thoroughbred of the lot.
Thoroughbred horses are a particular breed, like golden retrievers or Black Angus cattle, and throughout their three-hundred-year historythey've existed for one reason only: to win races. Their most desirable qualities are those of any premier athlete: speed, agility, and the kind of perfectly proportioned bodies that can run river-fast without shattering. Along with such practical facts travel some highly indeterminable variables. The swiftest runners are those with the lightest bodies, leanest muscles, and longest legs, a makeup more characteristic of foals than their full-grown ancestors. Along with those juvenile physical qualities, Thoroughbreds have maintained a few other fragments of the child. They tend to be playful, moody, skittish, and temperamental, easily distracted and even more easily bored. They're expert at flouting authority, permanent adolescents straining at any parental hand. May-May's grandfather bought Madame Queen to breed her, hoping to infuse his heftier carriage horses with some of her whip-speed and fine-boned beauty, and Madame Queen proved pure Thoroughbred indeed. She boasted near perfect conformation -- legs arrow-straight from shoulder to knee to ankle, muscular haunches to propel her forward, a neck that rose from her shoulders at just the right angle to balance the weight of her body as she moved. She was also a holy terror.
Madame Queen belonged to May-May, not as a gift or even a privilege, but because eleven-year-old Mary Stuart -- who'd cut her riding teeth on a series of unruly ponies'was the only one who could stay atop the mare's back. In Maryland, their relationship had been limited to afternoons marking off the well-known confines of Spesushi Island, but in Colorado all that would change. While the boys carried pail lunches off to the one-room Fort Collins schoolhouse, May-May and the other granddaughters spent each morning in the nursery under the eye of an imported governess. Afternoons were their own, provided they didn't mix with the undesirable local children. For once, May-May harbored no interest in defiance. Every day at two o'clock, she donned one of her brother's oversize flannel shirts, slipped through the split-rail fences surrounding the family's log house, and darted across the dirt road to the barn and Madame Queen. A few minutes later, they were saddled up and set free.
Wandering those Colorado prairies, May-May and Madame Queen forged the sort of trust necessary for survival. When May-May lost her way during night rides through the sagebrush, Madame Queen raised her nose and led them home. When Madame Queen twisted a delicate ankle in a gopher hole, May-May swung off the saddle to walk them the seven miles back to the ranch, then packed Madame Queen's leg with homemade poultices every day for a week, drawing off heat and letting the injury heal. During the stark summer heat and lightning storms, May-May slept outside Madame Queen's stall as the horse bucked and spun and lashed out at the walls, a handful of her high-strings finally snapping loose. In the summer they would disappear overnight, May-May bedding down in the old settlers' cabins that dotted the property, then ducking into the schoolroom the next morning to await the inevitable booming voice of grandfather.
“Mary Stuart.”
“Yes, sir.”
She would shuffle off to his paneled office and sit in one of the imported high-back chairs with her feet dangling just above the ground. He didn't smack her with the wooden rod propped in the corner. Such punishment was saved for the boys. He would simply ask:
“Have you disobeyed me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And will you do so again?”
“Not if I can help it.”
The two of them had fought the same battle too often for him to insist upon anything further. By that time he knew, maybe even admired, May-May's bent for rebellion. For all his rigid opinions, he made no move to clip those first green shoots of self-confidence. Instead, after a few months, he began to develop urgent business requiring his attention elsewhere on the property, always disappearing on those very mornings May-May slipped in at dawn with Madame Queen.
May-may's family stayed in Colorado for only two years, a wedge of frontier heaven that slammed shut when her grandfather's fresh fortune didn't manifest itself and he grew bored with the wide-open plains. As they packed up to return to Baltimore, a neighboring rancher offered to buy Madame...
My Racing Heart. Copyright © by Nan Mooney. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.Table of Contents
| Acknowledgments and Explanations | ix | |
| Introduction: An Unconventional Romance | 1 | |
| Part 1 | The Starting Gate | |
| Chapter 1 | Trust: The Horse of Course | 23 |
| Chapter 2 | Rewriting the Rules: The Front Men--Trainers and Owners | 54 |
| Chapter 3 | Leaps of Faith: Playing the Breeding Game | 89 |
| Part 2 | Early Speed | |
| Chapter 4 | Courage: Riding High--The Jockey's Life | 127 |
| Chapter 5 | Generosity: Breaking onto the Backstretch | 159 |
| Part 3 | The Stretch Run | |
| Chapter 6 | Risking It All: The Art of Gambling | 187 |
| Chapter 7 | Unconditional Love: The Anatomy of a Racing Fan | 216 |
| Chapter 8 | Forming a Value System: Hustles, Fixes, and the Drug Controversy | 235 |
| Part 4 | Crossing the Wire | |
| Chapter 9 | Connections: Chasing the Kentucky Derby | 265 |
| Chapter 10 | Growth: The Future of the Track | 284 |
| Epilogue: The Heartbeat | 303 | |
| Photograph Credits | 307 |
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Reading Group Guide
My Racing Heart is part memoir, part odyssey into the compelling world of Thoroughbred horse racing. At its heart is Nan's relationship with her grandmother, an adventurer, racing connoisseur, and woman of courage and integrity. May-May fostered in Nan a love of Thoroughbreds and the track, ushering her into a rare corner of the world where risk-taking is daily currency.
Nan thought her emotional link to the races died with May-May, only to have it roar back to life a decade later at New York's Belmont Park. This renewed relationship culminates in a grown-up appreciation for a universe where expectations are constantly defied, and in the realization of a longtime dream -- a trip to the Kentucky Derby.
Far more than just a personal tale, My Racing Heart lets readers in on the wild culture and fabulous creatures that rise up around the racetrack. Nan Mooney probes every aspect of the sport: the horses, the jockeys, and trainers, the gambling and corruption, its ages-old history, and its eclectic society. She takes readers from the backstretch of a small-town track to the stands at Churchill Downs, from the mind of an intrepid gambler to the soul of a Thoroughbred. She explores how the sport itself, and the men and women who participate in it, flourish upon the principle that there are no sure things in life.
My Racing Heart speaks to every horse lover, to every sports fanatic, and to everyone who cherishes the thrill of possibility or has ever craved a place to run wild. This unique and exquisite memoir perfectly captures the lure, the glory, and the heartbeat of the track.
Questions for Discussion
- How would you describe Nan Mooney's relationship with her grandmother, May-May? Aside from their mutual fascination with Thoroughbred racing, what personal qualities do Nan and May-May share? Have there been people in your own life who've served as similar role models?
- The author parallels her own discovery and appreciation of Thoroughbred racing with her grandmother's story. Has any interest of yours been encouraged as profoundly by a family member? Why?
- My Racing Heart profiles numerous Thoroughbred horses and their owners, breeders, handlers, and trainers. Were there any stories about individual horses that especially touched or moved you?
- How would you describe the crew of people that populate the backstretch world of Thoroughbred racing? Were you surprised by any of the people interviewed?
- The author characterizes her relationship with horse racing as a "seduction." Did you find yourself drawn to any aspects of this world? Which ones? Were there any aspects of this community that were less appealing to you?
- Were there any parts of Mooney's account that you found particularly humorous or affecting? Were there any parts that you found unusually disturbing?
- What did you think of the various forms of corruption in the Thoroughbred industry? How did you react to her accounts of doped horses, thrown races, and the various forms of fraud perpetrated in the name of winning?
- Did you learn anything about horse racing that caused you to think differently about Thoroughbreds and racetracks? Did the book stir up any memories? Change any preconceptions?
- How important is it to find a passion of your own, like Nan and May-May both had for racing? What is your passion? How has it affected other areas of your life?
- The book is largely about a relationship between two women and a sport. Why do you think women and sports have become so popular recently? What is the appeal of sport vs. other sorts of hobbies or interests? What have you learned from a relationship to a sport, either as an athlete of a fan?
- In the book, Nan talks about her love of the track as something that often set her apart from those around her. What's the price of being different? What are the rewards?
About the Author Nan Mooney grew up in Seattle, half an hour north of Longacres racetrack. A self-described tomboy, she immersed herself in the world of horses and sports of all kinds. She graduated from Scripps College with a B.A. in theater and began her career as a fledgling playwright and actor. Mooney has lived in Seattle, London, Los Angeles, and New York, working variously as an actor, editor, and exerciser of polo ponies. She also worked in the publishing and film industries, developing book, script, and story ideas, and writing on the side. Inspired by her experiences at the racetrack and by the special history she shared with her grandmother, Mooney devoted three years to writing My Racing Heart. Her work has appeared in The Blood-Horse, the journal of record for thoroughbred horse racing, The Washington Post, The Seattle Weekly and Slate. Mooney lives in New York City and trains as an amateur boxer.