Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley in return for an honest review.
When I was a kid, there were these little comic books called Commando comics, man I was so addicted to them. I had a huge collection of these things, and was always scouring the local second hand book stores for them. They were kind of on the ground stories of the little people of the second world war. They weren’t particularly realistic, and were full of macho American exceptionalism and British stiff-upper-lippedness, but they were just a plain good time.
I say these things because I think in many ways, Target Tobruk, and its erstwhile hero Yeoman something or other, who seems capable of doing everything from flying planes, to acting as a commando, and everything else in between.
I must admit that I was a little surprised in that the author gave a German point of view character, and actually treated him with some dignity which is not always afforded to antagonists. On the other hand, I was often unsure actually what was going on in the bigger picture, and/or what the point of it all was.
I quite liked the novel – accepting its flaws – because it was unpretentious, short, and was just good plain harmless fun. It’s part Biggles, part Commando Comic and a little bit of rock and roll.