There are jungles and jungles, but the jungles of British Honduras are far deadlier than most. They creep with horrors - like the snake of such size that Biggles' jaw dropped when he saw it.
Biggles flies to Central America on the trail of a so-called King of the Forest, a man who is stirring up trouble among the Indians. The King of the Forest stirs up trouble for Biggles too - a lot. But Biggles - well, he can hold his own!
A nice, light-hearted treasure hunt story is just the escapism readers needed during the intense WWII period of Biggles books (and real life I guess). Not that things are smooth-sailing here, Biggles and co are captured plenty of times, have near misses with crocodiles and waterfalls and run up and down a perilous jungle staircase, the geography of which I can't quite get my head around.
Unfortunately the side characters (other than the problematically-named Dusky) are a little underdeveloped, in fact I think Johns tries to pack such a lot of plot into this book that elements can not live up to their potential. The King of the Forest could have been a brilliant and scary villain, however he ended up being introduced so quickly that I didn't notice it had happened.
Set in the 1930s, Biggles, Ginger and Algy are on a flying holiday in Central America and they call in on an old friend of Biggles, who is acting Governor of British Honduras. He tells of an organised criminal gang in the jungle and of 3 white men who disappeared on a treasure hunt. Biggles and friends offer to investigate. They immediately run into a series of adventures getting in and out of trouble with the King of the Jungle, his pet snake and a black panther, indians armed with poison arrows and of course ants and spiders. There are also caves, secret trap doors, idols and treasure. Some elements of the plot remind me of Biggles and the Cruise of the Condor (though my recall of that book could be far from perfect). No page is left unturned in incorporating all the elements of jungle adventures.
On the other hand, the casual disregard for the health and comfort of one of the locals who spends most of the book helping Biggles and Co is jarring.
Samen met Ginger en Algy onderneemt Biggles een vakantie door met hun vliegtuig een reis door Zuid-Amerika te maken. In de hoofdstad van Brits Honduras ontmoetten zij hun vriend Carrutters, die hun op de hoogte brengt van de "Tijger", oftewel "Koning der bossen", die in de jungle een waar schrikbewind uitoefent bij het zoeken naar een schat. Met de hulp van een Indiaan weten de helden uiteindelijk de (koloniale) rust en orde te herstellen.
Weer een verhaal waarin de blanke superioriteit duidelijk aanwezig is.
Een spannend Biggles verhaal uit een lange reeks maar toch een tikje speciaal. Niet omdat een vliegtuig een centrale en levnesreddende rol speelt en ook niet omdat het meermaals onder vuur wordt genomen of zelfs gesaboteerd. Maar wel omdat de jungle uit de titel een prominente rol in het verhaal speelt. Zoals altijd weet Johns zijn achtergronden meesterlijk te beschrijven en hier krijgen we een jungle (in verdiepingen!) met zijn woeste en gevaarlijke planten-, dieren- en mensenleven. Een oude beschaving, een schat, meerdere geheime gangen, slaven, een verloren gewaande expeditie,... Het lijkt wel of alles wat avonturenboeken en -films iteressant maakt hier bijeen gebracht werd in 1 geweldig boek dat je dan ook in 1 ruk uitleest. Eigenlijk ongelooflijk dat Johns er ook nog vuurgevechten, gevangennames en bevrijdingen in verwerkt krijgt. Spannend, vol aktie, een dosis humor, woeste fauna- en flora, ... alles zit erin.
Like all Biggles novels, it's very much of its time. Johns was probably fairly progressive for his time, with his racism more Kiplingian than Mosleyan. "These poor child-like unfortunates are British subjects [not citizens, obviously] and will be treated as such" etc. Live with that and we have a story clearly inspired by the discoveries of Inca and Maya cities, with a... let's say child-like glee at discovering "lost" civilizations that's pretty contagious. But seriously, can Ginger just fall off a cliff already?
The plot of this one is sadly a rather standard Biggles fare, the greatest highlight of which for me is the dramatic takeoff from the plateau with the holed tank and the subsequent scene in the rapids. No wonder poor Algy was so browned off towards the end :D
The book is a fun Indiana Jones type adventure full of hair raising escapes, ancient ruins, missing treasures, giant anacondas and tarantulas, natives with blow guns, nasty bad guys and of course Biggles, Algy and Ginger there to save the day.
Great escapism set deep in the jungles of Central America. I read many of the Biggles books when I was young, (back in the 1960s) and am now revisiting them once more. The stories are simple but enjoyable, filled with plenty of action and adventure.
Especially in the beginning of the book, the plot lacks reality. Unless you're extremely well-off, who could afford flying such distances for no obvious reason?
I am reviewing the series as a whole, rather than the books individually The Biggles series is great adventure fiction: we get high stakes, aerial action (in most of the books), and a hero who is endlessly loyal, competent, and calm under pressure.
I love the dogfights, recon missions, and wartime scenarios.
Where the series falls short is character depth. Some attitudes and simplifications reflect the period in which the books were written. There are very definitely dated elements, but considering the era the books were written - overall the series performs well. More than a few of the stories defy plausibility, but who doesn't love to curl up with a good adventure book or 10?
Another rip-roaring adventure from Biggles, who, at the start of the book, is enjoying a relaxing holiday with Ginger and Algy. However, it does not last long as he volunteers to go into the jungle to find out more about 'The King of the Forest' who is causing trouble with the natives.
The usual trials and tribulations abound, Biggles and his pals have some hair-raising escapes but in the end good triumphs over evil and they all survive to live happily ever after - or more to the point to enjoy more escapades in succeeding volumes!
A cracking good yarn. There was a moment towards the end when I thought that Algy and Ginger were about to meet Gollum but it was not to be. And then there was Dusky, Biggles' native guide who provided some light comic relief à la Manton Moreland's Birmingham Brown along with the necessary jungle savvy. Dusky was almost as silent as Flight Sergeant Smyth which was a Very Good Thing because surely no one said 'massa' in 1942.