A Dahl's Life
As a kid, I used to tell myself that when I grew up, I wanted to write stories like Roald Dahl. Now that I am a grownup (at least biologically), I tell myself that I wish I could have just BEEN Roald Dahl. Having read most of Dahl¿s fiction, give or take a few stories and articles, I long ago concluded that he must surely be in possession of the most intelligent, entertaining, sophisticated, imaginative, and just plain cool personality of anyone in the word business. How else could he possibly have written all those unique stories, with that combination of humor and horror? He was married to Patricia Neal, wasn¿t he? He hosted his own TV show, didn¿t he? And how many guys get to say that their book was used for one of the weirdest, most unchildish children¿s movies ever produced (no, not THE 5000 FINGERS OF DR. T)? Even a cursory look at Dahl¿s compiled body of work makes plain that this British-born son of Norway never lost his ability to think like a kid, despite his public school education, pukka sahib adventures in exotic countries, WW ll combat and injury as probably the tallest (6 foot 6 inches) Hurricane pilot in North Africa, and other emanations of serious adulthood that would have severely repressed, if not entirely eliminated, the child wonder in just about anybody. Want to hear how it was done, straight from the horse? Read GOING SOLO and BOY, volumes two and one respectively of Dahl¿s autobiography. GOING SOLO, Dahl¿s memoir of his years between school and war, is so good that I¿ve bought and given away 4 or 5 copies over the years just to make certain friends and family read it. Characteristic of all Dahl¿s nonfiction (and most of his fiction), his narrative is relaxed, urbane, extremely honest, and chock full of the most typically British-understated characters and situations, ranging from the utterly hilarious to the wrenchingly horrible. The pukka British couple who take early morning constitutionals on board ship, naked as jaybirds except for shoes. The bald salesman (his name is U.N. Savory, I kid you not) who maintains a wig collection and carefully dusts his shoulders with artificial dandruff to avert suspicion. A huge green mamba that soundlessly glides up the steps and into the open door of the house of a family Dahl is visiting. A native who borrows Dahl¿s antique Mameluke sword and goes hunting a very modern enemy. The hopeless, bloody sorties Dahl and his squadron fly against a far larger German Luftwaffe in the early days of the war. I read these memoirs, and I feel three things, in about this order: admiration, envy, and gratitude. For anyone who has ever enjoyed Dahl the man through his fiction, pour yourself a sundowner, sit down with this book, and enjoy him as he really was.
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Overview
Going Solo is the action-packed tale of Roald Dahl's exploits as a World War II pilot. Learn all about his encounters with the enemy, his worldwide travels, the life-threatening injuries he sustained in a plane accident, and the rest of his sometimes bizarre, often unnerving, and always colorful adventures.
As a young man working in East Africa for the Shell Company, Roald Dahl recounts his adventures living in the jungle and later flying a fighter plane in World War II.