Now this is a an adventure story. The first third describes the boyhood of a collapsing colonial Africa as his family moves around and takes up various trades around various capital C Clubs. He is subjected to a battery of disciplines and punishments by a sweeping cross section of religious institutions to no great affect. His academic life is beyond his control and the academic life cannot control him, so he takes a very cool detached view of institutions and authority.
The most shocking parts of the book are how he manages to become a lumberjack, quite nearly a building draftsman and farmer, not to mention a soldier and security consultant. The opportunities available to him as a white guy willing to go with the flow in this time and place is astounding. It will be unimaginable to many readers today where you can't make a fancy coffee without a bachelors.
As for what the reader signed up for on the cover, there is no disappointment. The RLI life is detailed extensively, and the sheer breadth AND depth of his experience is what makes this book a hidden treasure. He dealt with essentially ranger police action as a trooper (and a little when off duty), assaults into foreign countries, small scale diplomacy with neighboring allied powers, and a host operations in the Selous Scouts. This is not a case study in counter insurgency, but what is here is fascinating, even though the tactics are particular to the limitations of communication and organization of the 1970s.
What was surprising was his account of the end of the Scouts. He intimates with a frustrating lack of scale that the war is not going well, despite the impressive contributions of his outfit. He is taken to essentially a security council meeting with some of top political and military resources in the country of basically everyone except the PM. We actually gain insight into the internal struggles of the RLI in the latter days when a negotiated settlement was in sight, and his CO's fall from grace.
In a jaw dropping vignette, he is even tasked with planning and nearly executing a plan to assassinate Mugabe! Even a plan to capture and destroy voting ballots!
I feel comfortable spoiling these parts because it is given just as much leadup and treatment as those two sentences in this review. He never reflects or blinks at the countries he lives in collapsing or being tasked to assassinate a politician. This was understandable when he was a drifter without prospects and had considered joining the military as his only chance to be good at something and his foe was a real threat to civilians. But the fact that he has done so much affects the lives of so many without a thought to their consequences is disturbing. The book really does provide context for this though. This is a book about a man without a country who has lived in more places that no longer exist than 99% of people will ever live in their lifetimes.
I have to count this omission against the book itself and not just Bax the man, because of the other missing pieces of the puzzle. We are introduced to his wife only shortly before they are wed and only for the purposes of a good story (one of those sips of gin). We learn less about her than most other women in his life, which is a real shame because one has to imagine she affected his plans and outlook more than anything else. If not, then he is even more aimless than he appears, which wears thin hundreds of pages into an autobiography, no matter how captivating.
For such an impactful life to others, it is a shame Bax does not spend time telling us how other people and ideas affected him.