Joyce Faulkner has done it again. Her novel, Windshift, tells the story of four obscure women who joined the Women Air Service Pilot program during World War II. Shirley, Emmy, Dolores, and Mags are fictional characters, but their experiences are accurate reflections of what the real WASPs did for their country. They came from different backgrounds, wih varying levels of skill, and they fought their own battles agains the resentment of male pilots and opposition from those who believed that women belonged in the kitchen. Their stories of courage, daring, and resilience will resonate with every woman who ever dared to fly beyond societal boundaries and wih every man who has known a woman like them.
Shirley, Emmy, Dolores, and Mags leap off the page into our imaginations, thanks to Faulkner’s skill as a story-teller. Her descriptions allow readers to confront the characters as living people. Gradually we learn their back stories and come to understand and forgive their flaws. We worry about them, applaud their successes, share their tears, and mourn their losses. We come to know them as friends because Faulkner never steps between her characters and her readers. She doesn’t add her own commentary or interject her own ideology. She just narrates their stories, letting us get to know each of these women as we might get to know a neighbor or colleague through their own words and actions.
The result is a story that will linger in the reader’s imagination long after the book itself has been lost or relegated to a shelf. Like Faulkner’s previous World War II novel, In the Shadow of Suribachi, this book forces us to look at history without flinching and without air-brushing its horrible truths. As she did with the unknown men who fought at Iwo Jima, Faulkner has rescued the WASPs from oblivion and allowed us to meet them as living human beings rather than as statistics or stereotypes.