A collection of interviews with plane crash survivors (both crew and passengers), plus some excerpts from cockpit recorders. The interviews are excerpts from the ones the NTSB does as part of its investigations. There's no way I wasn't going to like this book... right?

Surprise, surprise. It's almost willfully disappointing.

How, you are probably wondering, could this go wrong? What possible choices could an editor make to create a boring oral history of plane crashes?

The main issue is a near-total lack of context. Each chapter is a set of extracts from interviews of survivors of a particular crash. There's an opening paragraph that says more-or-less what happened in the crash, but they're along the lines of "Flight 182 departing from Houston to Miami crashed while taking off. Three of the 102 passengers were killed." There's not enough details given in advance to understand what exactly happened during the crash, and there's no explanatory material other than that. He doesn't say what caused the crash - ever!

The excerpts are broken up into more-or-less chronological order, so you might get a bit of a flight attendant and a bit of a passenger saying what happened before the crash, then they come back later to give accounts of what happened during. There may be as many as ten or twelve different people appearing in a single chapter, with each of them getting 1 - 5 segments of an interview. But MacPherson doesn't name the passengers (sometimes, apparently at random, he doesn't name the crew either), but rather gives them random anonymous headings like "male, seat 23" or "female, age 45" or just "male passenger" so it's impossible to keep track of who is who. He's not even consistent within the same chapter/crash at identifying them by seat number, age, gender, or all of the above!

Seat number IDs are not helpful as there's no diagrams.

There are excerpts of cockpit transcripts, but with no context and editing applied apparently at random, they're almost impossible to follow. I strongly suspect that MacPherson didn't understand enough about the subject to know what was and wasn't relevant, so just threw in a couple pages with no idea how they related to the incident at hand.

It's difficult and at times impossible to tell what's actually going on in any given crash as there's no context, no care is given to selecting excerpts for clarity, and most of the passengers had no idea what was going on at the time.

There's no follow-up whatsoever. In multiple chapters, unnamed people say things like "And then I realized that I couldn't see my husband" and you never learn whether the husband survived or not.

I have read a lot of plane crash books and while this is not the worst, it takes the prize for biggest waste of potential.

rachelmanija: Biplane and blue sky (Biggles biplane)
( Apr. 27th, 2023 10:10 am)
My new favorite nonfiction podcast! Each episode is a deep dive into an incident (ie, crash, averted crash, accident, etc) in aviation. Gus is very knowledgeable (and a student pilot), and Chris asks intelligent questions, and they have a knack for both clear explanations and finding fascinating details. A bunch of the incidents are ones I either hadn't heard of before or didn't know much about, so this is worth listening too even if you know a fair amount about plane crashes.

Plane crash analyses fascinate me because I like in-depth investigations of what went wrong with an eye toward preventing it from happening in the future. They're strangely cheering because aviation is one of the few industries that is legitimately interested in stopping fatal accidents from happening again, as opposed to covering them up and getting legislation passed that indemnifies them if more people die.

They also interest me because when I was a stage manager, one of my duties was ensuring the safety of everyone involved in the production, audience included, and as far as that went, the buck stopped with me. So I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what could possibly go wrong and what could be done to prevent it. It's a little-known fact that the stage manager has the right and responsibility to halt or refuse to start a show if there's a known danger. I only did that once but it was always in my mind. Of course plays are less dangerous than airplanes but very serious incidents have occurred (mostly fires) so the whole field of accident prevention and analysis is of great interest to me.

Serious civilian aviation incidents tend to involve multiple factors going wrong, because there's enough layers of precautions that, at least in modern times, it's very unusual for any single factor short of a military strike to take down a plane. That both makes for complex and interesting analysis, and is comforting because you know it takes really a lot of things going wrong to kill you on a plane.

Here's some of my favorite episodes so far.

The Gimli Glider. A plane runs out of fuel at 41,000 feet. Their first episode, and it's a good one, with their trademark use of details no one would believe if they weren't true. No one dies.

Things go very wrong on a small, elderly Alaskan plane. Even more stranger than fiction details. This one is so cinematic that the hosts go on an extended riff on Con Air (my personal nominee for the stupidest movie ever made). Very fun, no one dies.

People Sucked Out of Airplanes. What it says on the tin. The second story in particular is truly bizarre. One death.

The Tenerife Disaster. The deadliest civilian aviation accident in history. Fascinating analysis of what went wrong and the steps taken to ensure it never happens again. Some survivors, amazingly.

Hijacker causes crash that breaks the sound barrier. Fascinating story with lots of interesting historical and investigative details about a hijacking by a guy trying hard to get the title of Worst Person in the World. Everyone dies.

All the episodes I've listened to have been good to excellent.

Black Box Down on Audible

This is book two of Anno Dracula, a series of historical fantasy in which real and fictional characters of the time co-exist, and also there's vampires. (Much like Alan Moore's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.) I checked it out because [personal profile] philomytha and [personal profile] blackbentley tipped me off that it's bonkers and also Biggles appears.

Despite the utterly batshit content, the author's style is incredibly boring. IIRC I attempted to read Kim Newman once before and had the same problem. In fact it might have even been the first book of this series. But here's what I got in the first 20% or so:

- It's WWI and there's an incredible number of vampires. They are publicly known and accepted. Many pilots are vampires, including Biggles and his pals (which include Ginger and Bertie) and also basically every famous RL ace like the von Richthofen and Alfred Ball.

There are a huge number of pilots, there's no attempt at reminding readers of who they are, and they're mostly indistinguishable in terms of characterization. To be fair to Newman, I might have had an easier time if I wasn't jumping in at book two, but I don't think any of the pilots were in book one.

- Long, extremely boring explanation of how vampires caused WWI and everyone is vampires. All famous people, fictional or nonfictional, from vaguely this period are vampires. Winston Churchill is a vampire who sucks on a Madeira-spiked rabbit during a meeting. Mycroft Holmes is a vampire. Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand is a vampire. Etc.

- Von Stalhein (here called Stalhein) is an ace pilot in von Richthofen's squadron. They're all vampires. Some vampires can shapeshift which is apparently big in Richthofen's circus. One pilot has antlers even in human form because this is trendy. (????) (Is this practical for flying a triplane???)

Von Richthofen produces a small live wild boar to hunt INSIDE THE BUILDING and the vampires go nuts. He skewers it on his arm lengthwise because he has grown claws and waves it around like it's an opera glove he's wearing. I'm not sure how that even works as that suggests it's the size of a small dog, but that's pretty pathetic for the Red Baron to dramatically murder a piglet so it's presumably at least the size of a German Shepherd in which case it seems difficult to wave at the end of your arm. Probably I'm thinking this through more than Kim Newman did. Anyway, he throws it to the vampire pilots who rip it to shreds. Stalhein lurks in a corner and gnaws an ear.

I gave up at that point but apparently later Stalhein transforms into a moon-powered triplane.

My internet rabbit hole on pioneering plastic surgeon Archibald McIndoe and the Guinea Pig Club (WWII aviators who were burned and got reconstructive surgery) produced a remarkable amount of !!! from Wikipedia alone. A number of them had distinctly "you can't make this shit up" lives. (There's also one who possibly did make some shit up.)

For your interest, I present some of my favorite bits.

I had a row with a German.

Tom Gleave

"Gleave was shot down on his first sortie after restoration of his command, on 31 August 1940, and badly burned. Initially treated at Orpington Hospital, he regained consciousness underneath a bed during an air raid. His wife was called to his bedside and asked the heavily bandaged Gleave "what on earth have you been doing with yourself?" "I had a row with a German" was his characteristically laconic reply."



If you click through to just one article, make it this one.

Alois Šiška

This guy's story is incredible from beginning to end. Here's ONE section:

"Šiska was a member of an illegal cell through which he helped Jews and others escape to Poland and later to Hungary. He remained in the republic until the outbreak of war. At that time, fear grew that the Germans would discover a hidden prototype of the Z-XIII aircraft. In order not to fall into their hands, it was decided within the illegal group that the prototype must fly to the Balkans. However, this plan failed.

Together with Alois Bača, they fled across the frozen river Morava to Slovakia, then with the help of a Hungarian pastor, they crossed the Slovak-Hungarian border and continued by train to the border with Yugoslavia. There they were arrested by a Hungarian border guard and imprisoned in Hodmezövasárhely prison for several weeks. After a failed escape attempt, they were deported to the Citadella in Budapest.

Here they were held in harsh conditions together with another hundred and twenty Czechs and a similar number of Poles. An opportunity to escape did not come until 30 March 1940, when Šiška reported to the doctor suffering from scabies. He managed to escape his guards and took a taxi to the French consulate."

Now imagine that sequence of getting captured and imprisoned, then escaping repeating several more times, interspersed with a shipwreck, a lengthy life raft survival situation, and only escaping getting his feet amputated because he seemingly dropped dead.

This line in his Wikipedia entry caused me some confusion when I attempted to search for his memoir: Šiška authored the book No Response KX-B.



The OTHER pilot who flew in combat with two prosthetic legs.

Colin Hodgkinson

This guy had both his legs amputated, then returned to being a fighter pilot! There were at least two men who did this during WWII.

"On 24 November 1943, during a high-altitude weather reconnaissance mission from 11.50, in Amiens area his oxygen supply failed 6 m E. of Hardelot, causing him to crash land in a field. He was dragged from his burning Spitfire by two farm workers, losing an artificial leg in the process. For the next 10 months he was held in Stalag Luft III prisoner-of-war camp, before being repatriated and deemed "no further use to his country". He was again treated by McIndoe and he continued to fly until his release from service in 1946."



On the bright side, a shell severed the control lever and the throttle got stuck on open.

Eric Lock

"On 8 November 1940 his Spitfire was badly damaged during a skirmish with several Bf 109s over Beachy Head in East Sussex. The Spitfire was so badly damaged that Lock crash-landed in a ploughed field, but was able to walk away. On 17 November 1940 No. 41 Squadron attacked a formation of 70 Bf 109s that were top cover for a bomber raid on London. After shooting down one Bf 109, and setting another on fire, Lock's Spitfire was hit by a volley of cannon shells, which severely injured Lock's right arm and both legs.

The rounds also knocked the throttle permanently open by severing the control lever. The open throttle enabled the Spitfire to accelerate swiftly to 400 mph, leaving the Bf 109s in his wake, without Lock having to attempt to operate it with his injured right arm.

At 20,000 feet (6,100 m) he began to descend and with little control and no means of slowing the fighter down, he could not execute a safe landing; being too badly injured to parachute to safety, Lock was in a perilous situation. After losing height to 2,000 feet (610 m), Lock switched the engine off and found a suitable crash site near RAF Martlesham Heath, Suffolk, into which he glided the stricken fighter for a "wheels down" landing.

Lying in the aircraft for some two hours, he was found by two patrolling British Army soldiers and carried two miles (3 km) on an improvised stretcher made of their Enfield rifles and Army issue winter coats—made after instruction from Lock. By this point, Lock had lost so much blood that he was unconscious, and so unable to feel the additional pain of being dropped three times, once into a dyke of water."

Like the war wasn't bad enough.

Jackie Mann.

"Jackie Mann, CBE, DFM was a Royal Air Force fighter pilot in the Battle of Britain, who in later life was kidnapped by Islamists in Lebanon in May 1989 and held hostage for more than two years."

A single swipe of a spade.

Richard Pape

"He became a sergeant navigator in a Short Stirling bomber. On a 1941 mission he was shot down close to the German/Dutch border, was twice captured and twice escaped. Following his second capture he was tortured by the Gestapo. He was repatriated by the Germans on health grounds in 1944.

In November of that year he was on a retraining course when he was burnt in a drunken motorcycle accident on the Isle of Man, which led to his being hospitalised at Queen Victoria Hospital, East Grinstead, for pioneer plastic surgery under Archibald McIndoe: he thus became a member of the Guinea Pig Club."

Also, he was mad at the Beatles.

An Amazon review of his book: Time and time again I thought that what I was reading did not have a ring of truth about it, and in some cases the account was simply unbelievable. A good example of the latter is a story of a fight between two prisoners where one cuts off the other's head with a single swipe of a spade.



Wait for the last line.

Mollie Lentaigne was not a member of the club herself, but a nurse and artist on the medical staff.

"Lentaigne worked as a Red Cross Voluntary Aid Detachment nurse at the Queen Victoria Hospital, East Grinstead, West Sussex, where her duties included drawing the experimental operations of Archibald McIndoe and his fellow surgeons. She needed to work quickly in the operating theatre and so used pencil but subsequently added ink and colour to some of her work.

Around 300 of Lentaigne's drawings have been preserved at the East Grinstead Museum, as the Mollie Lentaigne Collection. After the surviving Guinea Pig Club members used social media to search for Lentaigne and found her living in Zimbabwe, she returned to East Grinstead in 2013 to be reunited with her work."

She was 93 at the time, and is still alive at the age of 103.
In the bar we practiced the noble art of medicine. We knew the sickness and the remedy. "Ailment - death of a close friend or companion: remedy - wash the brain wound well with alcohol until the infected area becomes numb to the touch. Continue the treatment until the wound closes. A scar will remain, but this will not show after a while.

Another fighter pilot's memoir! This one is from WWII. He was shot down and badly burned, had his hands and face reconstructed by pioneering plastic surgeon Archibald McIndoe, became a member of the Guinea Pig Club where he knew Richard Hillary, goes back to being a pilot, vows to bring down fifteen planes for each of his fifteen surgeries, does it, breaks his back in another crash, is sent back to McIndoe for treatment for that, and finally becomes a test pilot right in time for the war to end. No one can say this guy had an uneventful life.

Heartbreakingly, McIndoe didn't want to certify either Page or Hillary as fit to return to duty; he spent so much time getting to know them and putting them back together, he didn't want to give them his stamp of approval to go back and most likely be killed.

One thing puzzled me. Page writes that when Hillary died in a training accident, some people thought it was suicide, but Page believed there was no way Hillary would have killed his observer along with himself. Enigmatically, he writes that he knew Hillary and he knows why he crashed. But he doesn't say why. Anyone have any idea what was up with that?

Another minor bit that I found interesting was a funny anecdote in which he meets two beautiful young women at a party and mentions that he needs to find a place to crash. They invite him to come home with them. He eagerly accepts, thinking he's in for a threesome, but is disappointed when they show him to a bedroom and close the door. In fact, he writes, they were lesbians and very much in love. I mention this because it's an incident from the middle of WWII, in which two women were living together, it was known at least within their friend circle that they were lesbians, and it was no big deal - the joke here was very much on Page and his assumptions.

Page is a very good writer for the most part, and writes with equal vividness of flying, of combat, and of his hospital experience. If von Richthofen's memoir was emotionally one-note, this was the remedy: Page details the rage, fear, camaraderie, grief, joy, bloodlust, revenge, lust, humor, and exhaustion that was his war experience. Of course he had the benefit of hindsight, as this was written well after the war ended.

I've meant to read this since 2018, when I read Hillary's memoir followed by a much more dry account of The Guinea Pig's Club. Better late than never!

The end trails off into somewhat random anecdotes about his postwar job experiences, but other than that, this is an excellent book. Recommended.

This prompted me to take a deep dive into the Guinea Pig Club. The Wikipedia entry is now way more useful than the last time I checked, providing a complete list of memoirs by members, many still available (though not the one with the deadpan or perhaps merely factual title I Burned My Fingers), and also a list of pages of individual members. The latter is a trip and I will post some of my findings tomorrow.

My opponent fell, shot through the head, one hundred and fifty feet behind our line. His machine gun was dug out of the ground and it ornaments the entrance to my dwelling.

The memoir of the Red Baron himself, the greatest flying ace of WWI, with 80 planes shot down. He painted his plane red, and the pilots in his squadron also painted theirs, so they were known as the flying circus. (If you thought clowns were scary...) He won a ton of medals, was a celebrity at the time, ordered trophy cups to be made for himself to commemorate his victories, and collected bits of the planes he shot down to decorate his room.

He was shot in the head while flying, but returned to duty with a bandage covering a wound that exposed his skull. At the age of 25 he was shot through the heart, probably by an Australian rifleman, while chasing a very inexperienced Canadian pilot.

Von Richthofen's memoir is quite short. It recounts his early life and how he began in the cavalry and then became an observer before becoming a fighter pilot. There's some good anecdotes of funny occurrences and snapshot portraits of other pilots, plus some dog stories which remarkably do not all end tragically. He endearingly refers to another pilot's dog as "doggie" and to his own enormous hound as "my lap-dog." (Given that, he might have been more amused than offended by Snoopy's battles with the Red Baron.)

He wasn't a good pilot immediately, and struggled with it early on. He's very dismissive of acrobatics and says that courage and a cool head is much more important than being a fancy flyer or even a good shot, noting that Boelke was a terrible shot on the ground but a master in the air. The bright, individually painted planes of his circus wasn't done as a showoff or intimidation tactic (though it definitely became the latter) but because you can't camouflage a plane in the air anyway, so it made more sense for his squadron to be individually recognizable to each other as they knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, and could make use of that when fighting.

But most of the book goes basically like this: "I bagged an Englishman today. He was my 33rd. I was very happy. I ordered a silver trophy cup to commemorate it, and I took the aeroplane's serial number and put it up in my bedroom."

He was an enthusiastic hunter, and he writes about combat exactly as if he was writing about hunting animals for sport. It's especially noticeable because he enjoys hunting on his days off, so you get an account of shooting a bison and an account of shooting a man and they're identical in all but the details.

He doesn't hate his enemies, and he respects the ones who fight well. When he lands beside a plane he downed where both pilot and observer are uninjured, he's pleased to be able to talk with them. (The best hunters respect their prey and appreciate their qualities even as they stalk them.)

I've read war memoirs where people take trophies, enjoy the adrenaline rush of combat, or find war an overall good and rewarding experience--that's all pretty common--and I've read a couple, mostly by colonial-era Englishmen, who find war a tremendously fun game. But I've never read anything quite like this. It's like "The Most Dangerous Game" from the point of view of the hunters, and it takes the cake for the creepiest war memoir I have ever read.

The context for its writing is that the German government asked him to write it as propaganda. They sent him a stenographer and had him talk to her. She took down his stories, which were edited into a manuscript and apparently heavily censored. And I read it in translation. So that's already at least three layers of distance and distortion between whatever von Richthofen actually said, let alone what he actually thought, and what I read. I'd be very curious to hear from anyone who read it in the original German, because with a translation I always wonder about accuracy and tone.

If the war hadn't happened, I don't think he'd have become a serial killer; he doesn't like hunting humans more than he likes hunting animals, just equally. (For me, that made it more chilling rather than less. And also, I have read a lot of war memoirs, and this is the first one I've read where that thought even crossed my mind.) I think he'd have been your basic rich kid who spends his life hunting and playing sports, and is admired within his circle of similar friends. But the war did happen, and so his particular attributes made him ideally suited, useful, valuable, and remembered.

Von Richthofen wrote an essay about a year afterward, which is included in some editions, in which he says he regrets the "insolent" tone of his memoir and isn't finding war quite as fun anymore. I wonder how he would have felt about it all if he'd survived the war, but considering Germany's next war effort, probably it's just as well he didn't.

On the other hand, people don't change until they do. The war memoir I've read that's closest in tone to this one was Lahore to Lucknow by Arthur Lang, by an English officer in India during the Indian Rebellion of 1857. It was his private diary, not intended for publication and only discovered after his death. To him, it's all a wonderful, thrilling game.

It continues in this tone right up until literally the last two pages, in which his best friend is caught in an accidental explosion and is horrifically burned but stays conscious. Lang remains with him until he dies that night. The last diary entry is a eulogy concluding by saying that his death ruined his enjoyment of the entire war. A postscript says that Lang became a public works engineer, and spent the rest of his life building roads in India.

An absolutely superb history of aviation in WWI, in the words of the people who lived it. (Mostly British, with some exceptions.) I love first-person accounts, and this one is exceptionally good: vivid, startling, detailed, exciting, enlightening, often surprisingly funny, and as often unsurprisingly heartbreaking. You don't have to be interested in the subject matter for this to be well worth reading - I'd recommend it to anyone who likes history at all, ever.

It's full of useful details if you write in this period. It confirms that RFC/RAF pilots did get treated at Craiglockhart, along with a lot of other harrowing accounts of PTSD. It's got lots about daily life, like that pilots got pretty good food, put on plays which sometimes involved cross-dressing, and in one case wrote to their parents to ask for fast-growing seeds so they could grow a garden - fast-growing because many of them only survived for a few weeks. It has tons of details about how to fly a Sopwith Camel and other planes of the period, and informs us that the official plural of the German fighter plane, the Albatros, is Albatri.

Levine mostly keeps in the background, though he occasionally indulges in a bit of dubious speculation. For instance, he mentions that W. E. Johns was treated for STDs during his service and dubiously speculates that that was the REAL reason why Biggles stayed single.

I listened to this in audio first, then bought the book in hard copy. The audio version is excellent and includes some music of the period, which was great, but if you want to use it for reference you'll need the physical book.

I was hoping the book would have cites for every source, but unfortunately Levine got the majority of his material from museum and library archives and the originals aren't otherwise available. He only cites six published books in his bibliography, though he definitely uses material from more than that - for instance, he doesn't include Manfred von Richthofen's autobiography in the bibliography, though it's quoted and attributed in the book itself. But he does include the names of everyone he quotes (or says they're anonymous) so it's possible to start from there.

Here's some excerpts, which will give a sense of what the whole book is like. (You all benefit from me FINALLY getting Dragon Dictate to work again on my phone).

These are all accounts by different people. All are British unless marked otherwise.

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He broke into a peal of nerve-jarring laughter which ended in something like a sob. "Get me a drink somebody, please," he pleaded. "Lord! I am tired."

This is the very first Biggles book, a collection of the first Biggles short stories, set in WWI and including his first appearance in "The White Fokker." He's introduced as a teenage pilot barely holding himself together, and the whole collection is understatedly harrowing. It's also full of exciting aerial warfare, fascinating period details, and cool concepts, plus an introduction by Johns in which he describes some of the experiences that inspired the book and says that most of the stories in it are more-or-less true.

These planes, or "machines" as they're often called, were made of canvas and wood, and were flown without parachutes or radio. (Pilots used hand signals (!) or plane movements to communicate.) If you were shot down, you generally died. But if you crash-landed, you could often literally get up and walk away. At one point someone gets a ride hanging on to a wing!

Dogfighting pilots were so close at times that they could see each other's faces and even expressions, and the aces on both sides knew each other's names and some personal details. It was a weirdly intimate kind of warfare.

The stories were published individually, but they connect to form a loose narrative. The flying sequences and the general sense that death is hanging over them all and can come at any moment when they're in the air gives the book incredible tension. In "The Packet," he's the third pilot to be sent on the same mission within a matter of hours, after the first two were killed trying. He has to pick up a packet of papers that are only twenty miles away; he'll be either back or dead within the hour.

Major Raymond appears in "The Balloonatics," in which he eggs on Biggles to risk his life for six bottles of whiskey! (To be fair, there was a mission of tactical significance involved, and Biggles would have been happy to do it without the prize.) I would bet money that this more-or-less really happened. That story would have fit right in as a M*A*S*H episode.

Algy Lacey is introduced in "The Boob" and plays a major role in "The Battle of Flowers," both of which also have a M*A*S*H-like feel. He's Biggles' cousin whom his aunt arranged to send to his squadron. Biggles has less-than-fond memories of him from childhood: "His Christian names are Algernon Montgomery, and that's just what he looked like--a slice of warmed-up death wrapped in velvet and ribbons."

Algy arrives with ten hours of flying Camels under his belt, and Biggles warns him that the average lifespan of a new pilot is 24 hours, but if he survives the first week he should be all right. He's serious, too. Of course, he shows his stuff in a pleasingly unexpected manner, and turns out to be even more of a courageous lunatic than young Biggles.

Marie Janis appears in "Affaire de Couer," which establishes that Biggles' type is "honorable and attractive German spy, any gender fine."

"The Last Show" sees Biggles so far gone that he's about to be sent home before he gets himself killed, but he has one last mission he's determined to fly...

Reading this without context, it's an excellent set of atmospheric, exciting war stories with interesting hooks. Read with the context of a bunch of other Biggles books, I kept thinking, "This poor kid!" He is SEVENTEEN.

I'd already read Biggles Learns to Fly, which has a similar tone, but this one is especially good to keep in mind as his and Algy's backstory when reading other books.

I ended up reading this off the Internet Archive link because the versions I could find online were so poorly formatted. I will eventually get a hard copy (It's on my wish list and my birthday is coming up JUST SAYING) but I wanted to read it sooner. Hopefully this is not the infamous bowdlerized edition where the pilots are risking their lives to win six bottles of lemonade (originally whiskey.) I wonder if the other pilots in that edition worry about Biggles because he's gotten so depressed and burned out that he's drinking half a bottle of lemonade before breakfast!

The Curse of Nonfiction strikes again: fascinating topic, dry book.

An account of pioneering burn surgeon Archibald McIndoe and The Guinea Pig Club, a group of badly burned WWII airmen who he treated in a small hospital in England. McIndoe not only revolutionized techniques for treating and reconstructing burn injuries, he also helped the men integrate into the community. (Link goes to Wikipedia; good article, no gruesome photos.) I got interested in this after reading Richard Hilary's memoir, The Last Enemy.

It’s a really interesting story, but the book was a bit of a slog that periodically came to life in the handful of first-person accounts by the airmen themselves. It also benefited from both photos (not gruesome IMO – they’re of the men, not of the burns themselves - though some are startling/unsettling as they show some stages of reconstruction. Read more... )). Also cartoons by a member of the Guinea Pig Club.

I did appreciate the historical background. For instance, it explains that one reason McIndoe's techniques were revolutionary was that previous to WWII, anyone burned as badly as many of these men would have died within hours or days, and so reconstructive surgery for those sorts of injuries was a moot point. This was the period when doctors were figuring out how to treat shock, which meant that all of a sudden, people were surviving with wounds that previously would have killed them. And then doctors had to figure out what to do to help them then. (Incidentally, the issue of what to do with people with previously non-survivable injuries is still ongoing, and there have been conceptual breakthroughs in how to treat shock/blood loss just in the last ten years - also due to war. It's the quintessential mixed blessing.)

There’s also a very informative explanation of why so many men got burned the way they did (placement of the fuel tank) and why that was such a difficult issue to solve, as among other problems a lot of the possible solutions would have made the planes heavier and so slower and less agile, which then would make them more likely to be hit in the first place.

However, I was primarily interested in the experience of the airmen and those parts were good, but the rest of the book was pretty textbook-y. I also would have liked to know more about what their lives were like after they left the hospital.



I see now that another member of the Guinea Pig Club wrote a memoir. I’m thinking that’s what I actually want to read.

There can be few more futile pastimes than yelling for help alone in the North Sea, with a solitary seagull for company, yet it gave me a certain melancholy satisfaction, for I had once written a short story in which the hero (falling from a liner) had done just this. It was rejected.

The memoir of a WWII fighter pilot who was shot down, badly burned, had his face and hands reconstructed, and then somehow managed to finagle his way back into being a pilot, where he was promptly killed in a training accident (I really hope not because he was, in fact, no longer fit to fly); this book came out three months before his death, so at least he got to see it published.

The excerpt I copied in my last post exemplifies the best parts of the book, which are the chapters on flying, pilot training, and recovery. (There's less on the culture surrounding his recovery (The Guinea Pig Club) than I'd hoped, possibly because he wasn't in the hospital anywhere near as long as many people were.) A lot of the memoir is devoted to philosophical conversations and musings which I found less interesting, chronicling how Hillary went from seeing war and life as something purely a matter of individual striving and enjoyment to also having a moral dimension, and from seeing himself as something of a detached observer to being connected with all humankind. The last chapter, in which he has an encounter with a woman he digs out of a collapsed house, brings together the perfectly observed details of the chapters on flying and fighting with larger issues.

Hillary was a sharp observer with a great prose style and an understated/dark sense of humor. He wasn't a pilot who wrote one book because he had an extraordinary experience he wanted to record, he was a writer who was also a pilot. I wonder if he'd have gone on to be a noted writer if he'd survived, or a minor writer whose books a handful of people really like. If the latter, I would very probably have been in that handful.

An unhappy Amazon reviewer remarks, "Too English," and it is indeed incredibly English in a very specific way, but I grew up reading books like that and for all the flaws inherent in that very specific (colonialist, among other things) outlook, I love the style.

A number of writers (J. R. R. Tolkien and Neil Gaiman, just off the top of my head) have imagined that artists continue their work in the afterlife, creating great libraries of books unwritten in life. It's the heaven I'd most like to have actually exist.

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From the first chapter of the memoir of a WWII fighter pilot; he has just gone down in flames, and is floating in the ocean, badly burned and alone:

There can be few more futile pastimes than yelling for help alone in the North Sea, with a solitary seagull for company, yet it gave me a certain melancholy satisfaction, for I had once written a short story in which the hero (falling from a liner) had done just this. It was rejected.

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Nonfiction about a brief but fateful encounter between a German ace fighter pilot and an American bomber crew, in mid-air; forty years later, the two pilots met up again. The book started out as a magazine article, and I bet it was a terrific one. It’s a great story and unlike many WWII stories, this one is about people’s best behavior rather than their worst.

As you may guess from the summary, the actual incident, though amazing, lasted about twenty minutes and is recounted in about ten pages. So most of the book is the story of the German fighter pilot, Franz Stigler, plus a much smaller amount about the American crew. (Stigler was not a Nazi and in fact came from an anti-Nazi family. I know that it would have been convenient for him to claim to have been secretly anti-Nazi after the fact, but given what he was witnessed to have done, I believe it.)

The book is is interesting if you have an interest in the subject matter, but doesn't really rise above that. The best parts, apart from the encounter itself, were the early sections on the culture and training of the German pilots. One detail that struck me (not just that it happened, but that Stigler actually told someone about it), which was that dogfighting was so terrifying that pilots regularly landed with wet pants. I'd heard that about the first time, but not that it wasn't just the first time. Just imagine doing that for months on end. And knowing that you're not likely to do it for years on end because the lifespan of a fighter pilot is probably not that long.

If you just want to know what happened in mid-air over Germany, in December, 1943, click on the cut. Read more... )

Does anyone have any recommendations for other books on pilots, fighters or otherwise, historical or otherwise? I've read Antoine de Saint-Exupery, and really enjoyed the combination of desperate survival narrative with odes to the joy of flight. I think I'd be more interested in memoirs by pilots than biographies about them.

A Higher Call: An Incredible True Story of Combat and Chivalry in the War-Torn Skies of World War II
Before this becomes all Stephen King, all the time, I thought I'd do some quick write-ups of nonfiction I read a while back. All of these are survival stories of plane crashes. I am putting them in order of quality, from best to worst.

Flight 232: A Story of Disaster and Survival, by Laurence Gonzales. A meticulously researched and very readable account of the plane crash in a corn field fictionalized in Peter Weir's haunting movie Fearless. Gonzales (author of the fantastic Deep Survival) tells a gripping story of tragedy and heroism, of chance and courage and survival. I ended up skipping the chapter which gets into overly technical details of the exact cause of the mechanical failure that caused the crash, but otherwise it's a very well-done book about a tragedy that could have been so much worse.

About a third of the passengers died; if not for the quick thinking of the pilots (including one flying as a passenger who got recruited to help out), probably everyone would have; if not for their decision to try to land in a cornfield at great risk to their lives, probably people would have been killed on the ground. There are also a number of individual rescues, plus a fascinating account of the emergency response on the ground.

The book has a haunting quality, not just because of the deaths but because of the strangeness of the incident; many passengers found themselves lost in a cornfield, with the plane invisible, as if they'd been transported to another world. And like all large-scale incidents, some questions will never be answered. One man remembers a woman with perfect clarity, but no woman matching that description was on the flight. This is the crash where a man climbed back into the burning, smoke-filled plane to save a baby, whom he miraculously found unhurt in a luggage compartment. I knew that part, but there's a heartbreaking sequel that I didn't know: the baby girl committed suicide at the age of fifteen. No one knows why, or if the crash had anything to do with it.

Highly recommended, if you like that kind of thing and you're not feeling emotionally fragile.

81 Days Below Zero: The Incredible Survival Story of a World War II Pilot in Alaska's Frozen Wilderness, by Brian Murphy is the story of Leon Crane, a WWII test pilot who was the sole survivor of a crash in Alaska, and made his way back to safety in 81 days despite virtually no supplies or wilderness training, through a combination of grit, intelligence, and some incredibly good luck involving where he crashed - even ten miles in any other direction might have led him to miss something without which he would have been very unlikely to survive.

This is biography, not memoir, and is somewhat hampered by Crane's reluctance to talk about what happened, apparently not due to trauma but to a combination of natural reticence, humility, and the sense that it was a profound experience which could not be put into words, or which words might spoil. So a lot of the story is reconstructed from second-hand accounts, yet gets into enough detail of what Crane might have been thinking and so forth that I would consider it creative nonfiction rather than strict nonfiction, as the next two books are.

If you like survival stories, you will like this. Despite some hiccups, it's generally well-written, clear, vivid, and engrossing. I would say it's good but not great.

My trade paperback omits dialogue marks apparently at random for the first few chapters; I assume this is an error, because if it's a writing choice it's inexplicable and distracting. Hopefully it is an error and your version will not have it.

Nine Minutes, Twenty Seconds: The Tragedy & Triumph of ASA Flight 529, by Gary M. Pomerantz. This is similar to Gonzales' book, but tells the story of a different crash. It's good but not as good; it also has a lot of descriptions of horrific, month-long deaths by burns that I found hard to read. It's also haunting in other ways: the stewardess who saved many people's lives got PTSD and never really recovered; she had to stop flying, and while she finally did get on a plane many years later, as a passenger, she never managed to appreciate the lives she saved, but only blamed herself for the people she couldn't save.

As you can tell, I am fascinated by plane crashes. They seem to cause more and more severe PTSD in survivors than other types of accidents, perhaps because everyone but the pilots feel out of control and because survival is primarily about where you were sitting, not what you did. People don't seem to do well with terrible incidents that rub in how much chance is a factor. The freakish, unusual nature also seems to not help. (PTSD from car crashes occurs, but not that frequently. I think it's because drivers have some sense of control, and car crashes are relatively normal and common, unlike plane crashes.)

The Light of the Moon: Life, Death and the Birth of Advanced Trauma Life Support. A memoir by a man whose father, a doctor, crashed his small plane in a rural area at night with his entire family in it. His wife was killed, but his children survived with severe injuries. He was not happy with their treatment at the hospital they were initially transported to, and discovered that there were no nationwide guidelines for treating mass trauma victims. So he created and implemented them, nationwide, no doubt saving thousands and thousands of lives.

The author was a boy and unconscious after the crash, so he apparently interviewed his father to get an account of it. That part is very good. The rest of the book… Well, he's clearly not a pro author. There's endless accounts of the search for the plane which are sometimes interesting and sometimes incredibly tedious. His account of his own research as an adult into what happened is generally awful - he literally has pages and pages detailing how he googled stuff.

The parts I was really curious about - his and his family's recovery, and how his father managed to implement medical protocols nationwide - are mainly skipped over. He says that his nine-year-old brother lost ALL his memory of everything that happened before the crash. If he means his entire life, WOW do I want to hear about that and how he coped - he would have never remembered his mother, for instance. But since the author says nothing more about it, I assume it was a poorly worded sentence and he means that his brother had some degree of anteretrograde amnesia - maybe days, maybe even months - but not his whole life.

Interesting story, not told too well. Bad or flawed memoirs typically have this issue of too much filler and a failure to distinguish between what the author and reader is interested in.
Johns was one of those British men of a certain era with a biography that sounds that it can’t possibly be true, featuring more heroics, odd incidents, narrow escapes, and prolific writing than one would expect from any twelve reasonably adventurous people. He was a fighter pilot in WWI, where he had a number of exciting incidents, including accidentally shooting off his own propeller, culminating in being shot down and taken prisoner. He then became an RAF recruiting officer, and rejected T. E. Lawrence for giving a false name. Mostly after this, he wrote 160 books, including 100 about ace pilot Biggles. (I cribbed this from his Wiki article, which is well worth reading.)

These books were hugely popular in the UK for while, and are probably still easier to find there. They were also reasonably popular in India when I was there. I virtually never see them in the US, and had I known this I would have obtained some before leaving India. They weren’t huge favorites of mine, but I did enjoy them and they are excellent for researching early aviation and fighting tactics, such as they were; Johns notes that WWI pilots were not formally taught to fight, but had to learn on the job. Casualty rates were high.

Biggles Learns to Fly is a solid, if episodic, adventure story; the interest is in the very realistic details. It takes new pilots time to learn to spot enemy aircraft while flying, even when a more experienced gunner is screaming that they’re on top of him, because they’re not used to scanning in three dimensions. It fascinated me to read the details of such early, primitive aircraft and aerial warfare. Pilots communicated with hand-signals, and Biggles was sent on his first combat mission after something like ten hours of solo flying.

Here’s an excerpt from the very last page, after yet another heroic action. Major Mullen shot a glance at Biggles, noting his white face and trembling hands. He had seen the signs. He had seen them too often not to recognize them. The pitcher can go too often to the well, and, as he knew from grim experience, the best of nerves cannot indefinitely stand the strain of air combat. The Major sends him off for a week’s rest.

This is what we would now call combat stress (acute stress in civilians), which may or may not be a precursor to PTSD. (It becomes PTSD if it doesn't go away.) I found it interesting because of how matter-of-fact and sympathetic Johns is, depicting it as something that happens to everyone and doesn’t reflect badly on Biggles. Some other writing from WWI sees it as a sign of cowardice or mental/moral deficiency. Possibly he would not have been so sympathetic if Biggles wasn’t back in reasonably good shape after his rest. Or possibly the RAF had a different attitude. Then again, the book was written in 1935. Benefit of hindsight?

That's also a good example of the tone in general; emotions are noted but not dwelled upon. We only get enough of anyone's interior life to make their actions make sense.

Code Name: Verity is one of the best books I've read this year. I expected it to be excellent, since Wein is such a good writer and the author of several other favorite books of mine, but it surpassed my expectations.

The novel is best-read knowing as little as possible about it, since it goes in a number of unexpected but logical directions, so I will confine my description to what you learn within the first 20 or so pages:

The book is in the form of a confession written by a captured British spy during WWII. The spy is a young woman who parachuted into France after her plane crashed. Her best friend, Maddie, was the pilot, and was killed in the crash. The spy is being held prisoner and tortured by the Gestapo; to play out the remaining time she has left, buy herself an easier death, and to memorialize her best friend, she has agreed to give up information in exchange for being allowed to write her confession at book length, and to tell the entire story of how everything came to pass.

I don't think it's spoilery to say that the reliability of the narrator is questionable; that's inherent in the set-up. But how she's unreliable, how she's reliable, and why is both fun to unravel and, like the rest of the story, moving and heartbreaking. This is that rare thing, a story of female friendship as intense as any other sort of love. It's extremely well-written, suspenseful, meticulously researched, and cleverly plotted.

As you can predict if you've read any of Wein's other books, the characters are great and it's extremely, extremely emotionally intense. There are no graphic details, but the psychological depiction of what it feels like to be tortured and helpless - and to hold on to whatever you can of your power and self under circumstances where that feels impossible - is one of the most realistic I've ever read. I would not schedule any important meetings or dates or anything where you need to be emotionally together and focused immediately after finishing this book. It's terrific, not depressing, a book I'm sure I will re-read. But like I said... intense.

Also, female friendship! Girl pilots! Girl spies! Intrigue! War! And even humor and wit, which is certainly needed.

I don't usually make award predictions, but I'm going to throw my hat in the ring for this one: Code Name Verity is going to win the Newbery Medal. You heard it here first.

Code Name Verity



Please do not put spoilers in comments. If enough of you have already read it to make a discussion possible and you'd like to have a spoilery discussion, please say so in comments, and I'll open a separate spoiler post later.

Wein's other books form a sequence which is ideally read in order. However, I'll mark good starting points.

The Winter Prince. An intense, unconventional Arthurian retelling, also with an unusual narrative structure: a letter from Medraut (Mordred) to his aunt, Morgause. This gives Arthur two legitimate children, a son, Lleu, and a daughter, Goewin. It's mostly about the relationship between Medraut and Lleu, but Goewin is a very interesting character. Especially good depictions of PTSD and healing from trauma.

A Coalition of Lions (Arthurian Sequence, Book 2). After the battle of Camlann, Goewin ends up in Aksum (ancient Ethiopia.) Works as a bridge between the first book and the next sequence, but not as strong on its own as the rest of the series.

The Sunbird. If you don't need to know the details of everything that went down previously, you could start here with the knowledge that Medraut went to Aksum and had a son, Telemakos, with an Aksumite woman. Very good, but warning for child harm: Telemakos is very young and endures some very bad things. (Not sexual abuse.)

The Lion Hunter (The Mark of Solomon) and The Empty Kingdom (Mark of Solomon Book Two). One book in two volumes. Telemakos, now a teenager, is still suffering from the aftereffects of his spy mission in the last book. But, of course, the reward for a difficult job well-done is another difficult job. You could start here, too, if you don't mind not knowing the exact details of what went down. Fantastic, well-written, atmospheric, well-characterized story. Yet another excellent depiction of trauma and healing. Again, extremely intense, but easier to take since he's no longer a child. Try not to get spoiled for anything in this - don't even read the cover copy.
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