These two novellas appear together in a single volume, and from what I learn, author Antoine de Saint-Exupéry drew heavily on personal experience making the stories unequivocally autobiographical. (Only the review for Southern Mail is shown below; the review for Night Flight will follow anon.)
I confess I struggled with Southern Mail. It reads like a loosely-structured story, which, from its earliest pages acquires a distinctly surreal air, the equivalent in print of the soft focus in film—a lot of fuzziness and blurriness. The central character is a pilot named Jacques Bernis, but at times, there is also a shadowy first-person narrator present. Bernis is employed in the postal service flying mail between France and Africa in the 1920s and 1930s. He is a competent pilot and happily internalizes the company’s mission, which is to ensure that the mail gets through at all costs, including the pilot’s life.
As a character, Bernis is hard to pin down. He comes across as ephemeral, fleeting, and impermanent, only adding to the story’s surrealism. He seems to lack certain social graces attributable—as a guess—to long periods of solo flying. So, one part of the story is about Bernis’s flying activity in performing his job.
Another part of the story is a love affair between Bernis and Geneviève, a married woman with a son and a sadistic, abusive husband. When Geneviève suffers a dreadful tragedy, she leaves her husband and attaches herself to Bernis. However, the “love” in the affair seems to be one-directional from Geneviève to Bernis.
I tend to admire books where the protagonist is in situations where he or she is alone for extended periods, with ample opportunity for reflection—thoughts of the past, present, or the future. Those parts of the story, given the author’s authentic experience, are well done. But in the end, I admit to a little confusion between narrator and Bernis, a confusion that impacts interpretation of the story’s ending.