I saw this book on the bookshelf of a well known bookstore in London, and picked it up without having heard anything about it. It ticks most of the boxes for me, at least on the surface and, living as I do in the US, books with a particularly British slant are harder to find. I had high hopes for it as I have read and enjoyed a number of books about WW2, particularly the air war. I did enjoy it very much but I confess to some disappointment in the style and structure.
Having read fairly widely on this topic, but still woefully under informed, I picked this up to learn more about the life of a bomber crew. The day to day grind, the fear, perhaps the exhilaration, the crushing sense of loss when colleagues failed to return, the horror of war etc. I did get some of this to be fair, but I found the narrative a little disjointed as the story of these men was interwoven with an attempt to explain how the air war developed and I felt that, as a result, it fell rather between these two stools.
Also, over the 350 or so pages, there are crews who pop in and out which is fine, I assume this is a metaphor for the way crew came and went and were sadly killed. However, I would have liked to see some of this fleshed out rather more as it sometimes appeared that these were just thrown in and caused the text to become disjointed, at least to me. There didn't seem to be a coherent flow. I compare this to books I have read about World War 1. Some of them are strategic conversations about aspects of the war ("The Guns of August" for example) others are examinations of the experience of those fighting or left at home ("Tommy: The British Soldier on the Western Front"). "The Crew" seemed to try and combine the two approaches and whilst there were elements of interest in both, it didn't hang together that well for me.