An extremely well written hagiography.
Alan Brooke was the youngest son of minor Irish (Protestant) gentry. Although they had land in Ulster, Allen was born in In the Pyrenees region of south France, where his parents' summer home increasingly became a year-round local. Alan thus grew up knowing French before English, a fact that became obvious in his spelling (though not in his rapid-fire speaking).
Alan was a loner -- first acquiring his life-long love of animals and nature -- but unfocused; unlike every other well off Briton of his generation, he did not go to the fashionable British boarding schools of prefects, "fags" (first form slaves to 6th or 5th form boys), team sports, and group spirit. Though he received a decent education at the local French school -- including German, making him among the few tri-lingual senior Allied commanders -- Alan was considered dissolute. Family lore says his mother, to which the young Alan was devoted, repeatedly admonished him, saying, "I want one day to see a tablet on this house saying you were born here." Alan, though not his mother, lived to see that dream fulfilled, her son now a Peer.
Out of options, like many younger sons, Brooke joins the Army. Where he excels--not just because he beavers away at he books, but because he becomes more comfortable in the military's hierarchal social strata. Though Alan could ride and take tea with the best, he was not normally demonstrative.
Alan perseveres through a six year engagement (during which he was posted in India, Commissioned in Artillery), then the bad timing of an August 1914 marriage: the honeymoon lasted six days before Alan was called back into the uniform; war had been declared.
David's Fraser's biography of Field Marshall Viscount Alanbrooke is a good, conventional biography until about that point. He pauses for an interesting chapter on global strategy: the Navy-only faction vs, the combined arms approach, and how -- though the Admiralty seems not to have grasped it at the time -- the Entente with France doomed the first group: "Maritime power could have saved Britain. It would not have saved the Entente."
But the remainder of the book is based almost solely on Alanbrooke's diaries, first published scrubbed, later posthumously unedited. Alan pored his daily frustrations into these diaries: in WWI, chafing under high command incompetence (though not his immediate superior); in the inter-war years, the tragic car crash injuring Alan, but killing his wife; his subsequent remarriage. In the early days of WWII, in France TWICE: first to have the French and British sliced in half by Guderian Panzers racing through the one part of France's western border left unfortified (because it was thought impassible for tanks)--Brooke escapes via Dunkirk. Next ordered by Churchill to reform a SECOND British force in France, which Brooke manages to halt half-way and return his men through Calais.
History has judged harshly France's failures, though Churchill's misapprehension was more understandable -- he still remembered the French army as it was in WWI, and (though inventor of the tank) never dreamed it could devour territory without infantry protecting its flanks. Never mind: Brooke rips everyone and everything in his diary.
Becoming Chief of the Imperial General Staff -- Britain's highest ranking soldier; there is and was no American equivalent -- Brooke is working 20 hour days, seeing his wife -- if lucky -- once a week. His diary, and letters to his wife probably preserved his sanity during the war. All this is well known; as is the fact that Churchill without Brooke might have lost the war and visa versa. What I didn't know was that Brooke was so determined not to interfere with a commander's judgement in the field -- except by firing him -- that he had no part in the decision to invade at Normandy rather than the closer, more obvious, Pas de Calais.
But it is inexcusable for a biographer to rely almost exclusively on his subject's diary for views on the sagacity of his advice. Fraser writes as if he's balancing the truth in an outcome determinative fashion, but fails to discuss any contrary opinion. It's not like there weren't still-living witnesses, much less scholarly history to which Fraser could have turned.
Brooke is particularly disdainful about Eisenhower--who got the job Alan was promised--but omits the dozens of texts addressing Ike's Generalship (in addition to his unmatched political skills). The slant especially is evident whenever Montgomery arrives in the frame. Fraser adds one supporter to Alan's diaries--Monty's Memoirs, a collection of BS, braggadocio, and innuendo hardly fit for the bottom of a bird cage. By war's end, neither Brooke, Monty nor Churchill much liked the Americans, so it was easy to blame any setback on the U.S., while praising untried plans that might have won the war YEARS earlier. But compare fortuitously Operation Market Garden. And twice Fraser quotes Brooke praising Macarthur as the foremost strategic genius among American military commanders--quite a "tell."
Yet, with those abundant and unforgivable flaws, Fraser is a good writer with some useful insights:
"Brooke, as a strategist, was the exact reverse of the opportunist or the gambler. He was a calculator, and he played only to win. He was not a great originator. His two great strengths were his realism . . . and his firmness of purpose."
This trait made him the best possible restraint on Churchill, but ensured four and 1/2 years of acrimonious arguments between minds so differently constructed. Churchill, after 50 years in Parliament, considered fierce debate the sole crucible for discerning truth. Brooke was a practical man; one-step-at-a-time, measured, grounded on facts, not (as he saw it) Churchill's romantic view of war. It led to an extraordinary moment:
"'Brooke must go!' Churchill said [to Ismay]. 'I cannot work with him. He hates me. I can see hatred looking from his eyes.' Ismay sought Brooke.
'The Prime Minister says he can't work with you and that you hate him.'
'Hate him?' said Brooke. 'I don't hate him. I LOVE him. But the first time I tell him I agree with him when I don't will be the time to get rid of me, for then I will be of no use to him.'
Ismay received permission discretely to quote this reaction and did so.
'The CIGS says he doesn't hate you. He loves you. But if he ever tells you he agrees when he doesn't you must get rid of him as no more use.'
Churchill's eyes filled with tears, and he gently murmured:
'DEAR Brooke!'"
Information like that, and some of Fraser's prose makes this a great read. But hardly a fair or balanced one.