As is well known, I need more books in my house like I need the proverbial hole in my head, but nonetheless, I succumbed. After all, I’m doing a good deed by adding to Library funds, aren’t I? My book buying, on this occasion is a public good deed. So stop raising your eyebrows, and rolling your eyes. Yes – I did eat my Kryptonite for breakfast – I can see you from here.
I had wonderful success on the Oldies But Goldies Table. A banquet of tattered treasures, old and battered, and costing R2 or R5 each. How could I resist? This is what I carted home:
Biggles & the Black Peril – Capt W E Johns – boys’ adventures (see review below)
A Book of Poetry – W.M. Smythe – dipped into;all those classic poems I should have read and didn’t; but I can see this one is going to make its way back to the Library Sale tables.
The Bonfire of the Vanities – Tom Wolfe – still brooding heavily in my TBR pile.
Thus far I have only read Biggles and the Black Peril by Capt W E Johns. What a nostalgia fest! I read as many of the Biggles books as I could get my hands on when I was somewhere between the age of 9 and 12 years old. I loved them.
Reading a Biggles book some 65 years later I polished off the book speedily. They tend to be short on pages and even shorter on plot, but I say! What adventure, what thrills – chasing the baddies and/or being chased by the baddies (chief baddy in this epic is called Blackbeard – of course he is; and no, he’s not a pirate he’s a devious scheming Russian Up To No Good on British soil – the cheek of it!).
Flying all over Northern Europe in pursuit of the baddies in a flying boat – have you ever heard of such an aircraft? If you were born 1960 onwards, then probably not. The page containing the publication date has been torn out of my battered copy, but the references are post-WWII , so I assume the book was published in the late 1940s or early 1950s.
It’s all good clean fun, and the chaps are strong-jawed and courageous. The heroic Major Bigglesworth dramatically exclaims at intervals:”Hark! I hear an approaching machine!” I promise you, he does. “Hark!” – isn’t this delicious? You can see him cupping his ear for the drone of the engine, while he turns his noble profile skywards and keenly scans the skies for the enemy aircraft. Wonderful. They don’t make heroes like this any more.
Our modern heroes rely heavily on Armageddon style weaponry and electronic wizardry, not to mention jaw dropping supernatural powers. Not so the brave band of Major Biggles & Co. No no. Not for them. It was all down to courage, grit, determination, pluck and jolly good dash of luck thrown in. My vote goes to Biggles and not to Batman. You think I’m too old fashioned and hopelessly out of touch? Hard cheese, dear reader.