Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I do not read nonfiction. Ever. Never ever ever. EXCEPT for all of the articles in my Practical Horseman magazine, but I don't think that really counts. Or does it? It kind of does, and I'm actually going to go with that. Most of the article are written by different people in each issue, so that aspiring riders can get inside tips from ALL of the pros. But a couple are written by the same people every single month, and one of those authors is my favorite nonfiction author(He's actually written some books, too, so he is a real author, I promise.). His name is George Morris. Now, you probably don't know it, but you just read the name of the (arguably) most famous man to ever sit in a Hunt Seat Saddle. He is the coach of the U.S equestrian team, has countless awards and honors racked up from his junior and amateur(though it's hard to believe he ever was one) days, and currently has the most elite opinion on all that is good and proper in the land of equitation, or the form of the rider while riding. Also known as GM, he is the Jesus, God, and prophet of Hunters, Jumpers, and Equitation. Thus, he writes an "Equitation Clinic" each month, in which unsuspecting and naive people present photos of themselves for slaughter-- er, critique. His style of writing is always the same. Always. His tone is condescending, even when he's praising someone, and I love it. His personality, which I have never experienced, only heard about, shines through. Legend has it that he once made a rider in a clinic dismount and roll on the floor of the arena because she was cleaner than her horse, and he makes at least one person cry per clinic. The reader feels like they are right there, and a kind of bond, almost, is formed with the poor, poor person that subjected themselves to the critique. He also has this manner of explaining faults so that they seem foolish, and often offers very easy(sounding) solutions. So why do we all love this man, who I'm sure you think sounds horrible? I have no idea. We just do.

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