I am reading Roald Dahl's Going Solo. This is the second part of his autobiography, the first being Boy. This book is about his post-school experiences, and starts with his embarking to Tanganyka to work for Shell in 1938. He later went on to fly for the RAF in WWII.
This book is a transport. First, I love Roald Dahl's conversational invitation. There is no way you are not going to let this gentleman talk. And he not only has interesting things to day, he has that best-of-the-brits turn of phrase and congeniality. It is so bloody engaging...
And the experiences he is relating! I am only halfway through and he has done some of the wonderful things one could only do in the first half of the 20th century. My favorite so far is his description of flying a Tiger-Moth over Kenya at 60-70 feet, over herds of water buffalo, impala, kudu, eland, not to mention all the other animals prevolent outside Nairobi in 1939. Different planet. It is gone now but the fact that he writes so lovingly about it makes it seem reachable again. So frikkin' cool.
Claudia and Katie have been recommending this to me for years and it is long past due. I am already earmarking passages for rereading. Thanks, girls! Enough of this - I need to hit the book!
Wonderful day in the low 90's but dry. Wonderfully cool now.
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