A revealing portrait of a brilliant and troubled figure - a daredevil of the skies Charles Kingsford Smith was the most commanding flyer of the golden age of aviation. In three short years, he broke records with his astounding and daring the first trans-Pacific flight from America to Australia, the first flight across the Tasman, the first non-stop crossing of the Australian mainland. He did it all with such courage, modesty and charm that Australia and the world fell in love with him. A tickertape parade was held in his honour on New York's Fifth Avenue. At home, he became a national hero, 'Our Smithy'. Yet his achievements belied a traumatic past. He had witnessed the horror of World War I - first as a soldier at Gallipoli, later as a combat pilot with the Royal Flying Corps - and, like so many of his generation, he bore physical and emotional scars. The public saw the derring-do; only those close to him knew the anxious, troubled individual who pushed himself to the edge of health and sanity. In November 1935, Kingford Smith's plane crashed and he was lost at sea near Burma, his body never to be recovered. This brilliant work from one of Australia's foremost biographers reveals the complicated, tumultuous life of a fascinating figure, who pursued his obsession to the greatest heights of fame and catastrophe.
I rarely award 5 stars, and even more rarely write a review. With this book I am compelled to do both. The author is a fine researcher, and carefully distinguishes speculation from fact. However, what is particularly impressive to an ex-aviator, is her ability to communicate what it feels like to be flying: including the joy of barnstorming on a good day, and the sickening feeling when things go horribly wrong on a bad day.