The First and Second World War naval adventures penned by Douglas Reeman were great favorites of my late father. It was a passion we shared and which I continued after his death in 1993. When reviewing books for my brother’s now defunct magazine I would always pounce on the latest Reeman novel with relish, and, predictably, enjoy it.
“The Glory Boys” had been sitting in my unread stacks for some time before I picked it up and read it. All my favorite ingredients were there – the ships at the focus of the tale were motor torpedo boats, and I am a PT/MTB enthusiast from way back. A strange fascination for a young girl to have picked up at an impressionable age, but there you have it. A JFK/PT 109 fan and tomboy to the core!
“The Glory Boys” is set at a critical time for the war in the Mediterranean and a strategic place – Malta in 1943, when the allied forces and locals are desperate for each convoy promising supplies for the islands. The job of Bob Kearton, a survivor of action in the North Sea, is to command a small flotilla of new 150ft MTBs to attack the enemy lying in wait for the convoys.
There are covert operatives to be rescued too – one of them the husband of the beautiful woman back on shore to whom Kearton inevitably finds himself attracted.
So, all the ingredients are there – action, romance, history-as-it-happens details – but sadly, at least for me, the staccato narrative lets it down. The shifting points of view do not help either. One minute we are deep in the thoughts of Kearton, the next it is a member of his crew.
I found it hard to keep up with the characters and the action, and kept waiting for someone to explain how it all hung together. Those moments are few or (unless I missed them) non-existent.
My disappointment in “The Glory Boys” does not spoil my enjoyment of the majority of Reeman’s impressive output. Every so often even the best writers produce a ‘dud’ in the minds of some readers, and I am quite prepared for others to disagree with my assessment.
It could be said that the abrupt style of narrative is indicative of the secrecy and speed at which things happened during such times of danger and distress. If you weren’t one of the hierarchy who needed to know – then you didn’t. But I still would have liked the narrative to have taken a step back long enough to explain to me what was going on, and how things related to each other.
Someone should also have pointed out to the publishers that the illustration of the MTB on the cover is actually of a US 80ft Elco PT boat (complete with retrofitted radar) rather than a British MTB. OK, so that’s me showing off! But for an enthusiast, such details count, as I’m sure they would to Mr. Reeman himself.
But never mind the inaccuracy of the cover art; as far as the novel is concerned, I hope for greater overall enjoyment next time. I’m confident Mr. Reeman still has the ability to enthrall me with future naval adventures.
Review by Kerry Hennigan
January 5, 2014