When you've just watched James Mason in the 1951 film, 'The Desert Fox', with its 'cold open' of the failed mission to kill Rommel, this is the only book to read - assuming it's lurking unread on your book shelf. The book covers much more than just the mission itself, with the background of the commandos, the SAS, more than walk-on parts for the LRDG and the SBS, and the situation in the Western Desert. I wonder how much of this - and the background details of lots of personnel - was really necessary to the story of the mission, which was where things livened up a bit. There is quite a strain of class critique throughout the book, which isn't a problem for me given that I have no 'Guardees', landed gentry or members of 'White's' in my family tree! It's one of those books that makes you think: how ever did we make it through to 1945 on the winning side? The ethos of the book is summed up in this sentence: "The raid was born of one man's ambition to achieve glory and, as so many times in British history, it was rescued from ignominy by the valour and determination of the ordinary enlisted man."
I know this is pedantic, but I was irritated by references to the 'Yorkshire & Lancashire Regiment' - it should be the 'York & Lancaster Regiment', or , if you wish to give offence, the 'Cork & Doncasters'!