You know, I love this book with all my heart, it is the story of an ordinary unassuming man going on an unusual trip and winning out because of his ordinary life in which he designs miniature engineering models and people make them. Men, that is, hmm. Anyway, it's an adorable and unusual book. Read it, you'll like it, it has SF sensibility without being SF.
But.
It's 1960. And because of what Shute takes to be the horrible socialist government in Britain, British people cannot legally take all their capital (25,000 pounds, at a time where a house in London costs 2000 and 1000 a year is a reasonable private income) out of the country without being taxed on it. But the characters and the authorial voice, think this is wrong, and do it anyway, and getting it back is a lot of what the book is about. But but but -- the reason given, over and over, for getting it back, is so that Janice can have an education. Has it escaped your notice, Mr Shute, that in 1960 if Janice was bright enough to go to Oxford she could have done it without the money? That this was what the taxes were for? So not just lucky Janice but the bright kids who didn't have a rich parent could go to university? The plot doesn't work at any other time either -- in times of horrible inequality and university out of reach for ordinary people, like the 30s and oh yes, RIGHT NOW, nobody cares what rich people do with their money, they can turn it into dollars at will, so there'd be no need for it. And yes, it's great that you see how people who "raised themselves" (in class) by their own efforts are deserving, but you know why we need free education at all levels even for people whose parents didn't do that is because they're kids, they're children, even if their parents are an utter waste these are new people and all of us owe them the future because they're going to see it and we aren't.
On the plus side, positive portrayal of non-white characters and Jews. He was really making an effort on that front.
Nevil Shute is dead. I wasn't even born when he wrote this book. I couldn't ever have yelled at him about it. And anyway, I genuinely do love it despite the fact that reading it turns me into a raving 1944 settlement socialist.
Also, a classic example of an utterly readable unputdownable book in which nothing happens. Well, I guess there is a shipwreck. But even so.