- ARRSE Rating
- 2.00 star(s)
This book was another of the little ‘surprises’ that Auld-Yin sends me periodically. I have to say, it’s a great improvement on the last one!.
It tells a fictional story, based on an actual lady pilot of the Air Transport Auxiliary. She was a scion of the Marshall family of Cambridge, so plenty there to interest this particular reader, who hails from that fair city, and whose Grandfather was given an award for his assiduous firewatching at Marshalls airfield during the period of the book’s story.
The book gives a lot of detail around the setting up of the ATA, the difficulties faced by the pilots (Not just the ladies, those considered ‘unfit’ due to injuries incurred in the previous unpleasantness) and its attempt to prove itself as a true part of the war effort. I found the description of the logistics of flying 50 spitfires up to Scotland to be loaded onto the USS Wasp for delivery to Malta extremely interesting. Without the ATA to move aircraft around, fighting pilots would have had to be diverted from their task.
This could have been an excellent book, but sadly it was written for the American market, and the constant use of the word ‘license’ for a permit to fly didn’t sit right with this reader, who believes that a licence licenses one to do something. Nor did referring to the British Empire as the Commonwealth, which wasn’t actually created until 1949. Simple research into this kind of fact was missing, yet a whole load of research into the female struggle for recognition has been included.
The fictional story and writing style are a bit ‘Mills and Boon’ for this reader. The gang of girls who became friends, the loss of loved ones in accidents when navigation aids and radio were denied to the pilots, and the way our heroines dealt with loss had a heavy overlay of shallowness. The ending was utterly predictable, and the descriptions of gossipy old village ladies who add no value to the progress of the sisterhood somewhat trite. Many of the gossipy old village ladies I have met did wonderful and interesting things in their heyday, and have useful things to say about life today; I can’t believe this was different in 1941.
The book took two evenings to read. It might fill a sunny afternoon sitting under a tree in the shade, but you would neither learn from it nor put it down feeling ‘that was a corker’.. I shall now re-read 'Spitfire Women of World War II' by Giles Whittell. It's not fiction, but it's a cracking read.
Amazon product ASIN 1527289427
Apologies @Auld-Yin but an arrse rating of two stars is generous.
It tells a fictional story, based on an actual lady pilot of the Air Transport Auxiliary. She was a scion of the Marshall family of Cambridge, so plenty there to interest this particular reader, who hails from that fair city, and whose Grandfather was given an award for his assiduous firewatching at Marshalls airfield during the period of the book’s story.
The book gives a lot of detail around the setting up of the ATA, the difficulties faced by the pilots (Not just the ladies, those considered ‘unfit’ due to injuries incurred in the previous unpleasantness) and its attempt to prove itself as a true part of the war effort. I found the description of the logistics of flying 50 spitfires up to Scotland to be loaded onto the USS Wasp for delivery to Malta extremely interesting. Without the ATA to move aircraft around, fighting pilots would have had to be diverted from their task.
The fictional story and writing style are a bit ‘Mills and Boon’ for this reader. The gang of girls who became friends, the loss of loved ones in accidents when navigation aids and radio were denied to the pilots, and the way our heroines dealt with loss had a heavy overlay of shallowness. The ending was utterly predictable, and the descriptions of gossipy old village ladies who add no value to the progress of the sisterhood somewhat trite. Many of the gossipy old village ladies I have met did wonderful and interesting things in their heyday, and have useful things to say about life today; I can’t believe this was different in 1941.
The book took two evenings to read. It might fill a sunny afternoon sitting under a tree in the shade, but you would neither learn from it nor put it down feeling ‘that was a corker’.. I shall now re-read 'Spitfire Women of World War II' by Giles Whittell. It's not fiction, but it's a cracking read.
Amazon product ASIN 1527289427
Apologies @Auld-Yin but an arrse rating of two stars is generous.
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