This is the second volume of Churchill’s six-volume memoir of the second world war. The dominant impression it gives is of how fine the margin was between victory and defeat. As Wellington said of Waterloo, it was a damn close-run thing. Like the first volume, it’s enthralling reading.
It would be a disservice to readers to classify this as genre fiction (science fiction, fantasy or whatever). It is good enough to stand up in its own right as fiction pure and simple, and fiction of very high quality at that. It is also a metaphysical novel, but one that avoids any direct allusion to metaphysics. It’s a book I find I can reread at intervals: a good test indeed. Read more
One of the most thought-provoking books I’ve read in the past year.
I have now, somewhat reluctantly, come to the conclusion that almost everything we think we know about our own mind is a hoax, played on us by our own brains.
Quite possibly one of the best short novels written in English in the twentieth century.
This is the first volume of Churchill’s six-volume memoir of the Second World War. It is in two parts. Book I describes events in the years preceding the outbreak of war and Book II deals with the start of the war. I initially published the reviews of each part separately but here they are combined as one review. Read more