I enjoyed reading this but am not quite sure what to make of it. It’s billed as a “Victorian mystery” but didn’t really seem to contain many elements of a mystery to me as it’s a fairly straightforward story of misdoings in the horse racing world. It’s written in some kind of Victorian style which I don’t know enough about to talk about - I don’t know whether it’s a pastiche or satire or something else like that. It’s an entertaining enough story on the surface but I suspect I am missing the depths. In short I think the author is probably quite clever but rather than showing me that I feel like he’s made me feel quite stupid, which isn’t really how I like to feel as a reader! Although I liked the book on the whole I wouldn’t be inclined to recommend it to others really.