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Rating: really liked it
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Ernest K. Gann’s classic memoir is an up-close and thrilling account of the treacherous early days of commercial aviation. In his inimitable style, Gann brings you right into the cockpit, recounting both the triumphs and terrors of pilots who flew when flying was anything but routine.
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Fate and destiny are bottom line answers to every precarious situation in Gann's near-autobiography and philosophically speaking, that really ain't my bag. Apart from that, it is a white-knuckle ride through the early days of commercial airlines.
The 'why me' and 'lucked-out's became palling.
Rating: really liked it
For aviators, this is the ultimate, classic memoir. Ernest Gann started flying in the late thirties, flew transport planes all over the world during WWII, and continued flying for airlines thereafter. This book is part chronicle of his many adventures and misadventures, part collection of thoughts on life and flying.
Even a pilot with my limited experience can immediately discern the fundamental authenticity in the erudite voice of this true aviator. The book is episodic, with sequential periods and incidents within serving to move Gann’s destiny forward. Gann writes elegantly, peppering his oftentimes long whimsical tangents with razor sharp understatement. Technical matters become uncomplicated as they are reduced to how they really concern the pilot and his mental state. The essence of what it feels like to fly, in clear skies, in storms and in pouring rain, in Arctic winter and Saharan oven and Amazon jungle, is eloquently explained and examined, with an eye for that poetic and magnificent experience that truly attracts pilots towards flight.
Quite a magnificent book for pilots, and one that will hold the interest of others as well.
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Rating: really liked it
Really good book, written in 1961, about the early days of flying. Starts out in DC2s and DC3s, flying mail routes and other similar tasks, then moved to doing flights for the military as WWII began to unfold. He doesn't make a real big deal about it, but the author really lost a LOT of friends to airplanes over the years, and he had some close calls but was able to out-distance "fate" at each juncture. I can especially relate to his speaking of the insatiable appetite of a pilot to look skyward whenever we hear an airplane, or to stand there looking at the runway as a plane takes off, until it finally disappears into the distance...
No plot, no apparent agenda, just enjoyable reading about airplanes, flying, and pilots, from a pilot that grew up as our aviation industry was in its infancy.
Rating: really liked it
To my surprise, I bogged down early in this classic pilot's memoir. The man just couldn't write! It didn't help that my library copy was heavily underlined by some Yahoo vandal. But, basically, I just couldn't bring myself to care about much of anything, up to the point I quit (@~ 25%). Cliche, cliche, cliche. Maybe it gets better further in? Well, I'll never know, and my bookshelf brimmeth over with stuff that's a LOT more attractive than this turkey.
Author: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_..., 1910 - 1991. "Gann's classic memoir of early commercial aviation, "Fate Is the Hunter", is still in print today and considered by many one of the greatest aviation books ever written." Which is why I tried to read it. Didn't work for me. And I like aviation memoirs!
Rating: really liked it
Actual rating: 3.5 stars.
A fascinating near-autobiography by an airline pilot who flew from the late 1930s into the 1950s, the era of DC-2s, DC-3s, C-87s, and DC-4s. Gann has some great stories to share, many quite frightening, some of which will have you gripping the edges of the book like a control yoke, knuckles white. My god, those were dangerous days, and the early airline pilots took risks that would be inconceivable today, letting down through solid weather with inaccurate altimeter settings until as low as fifty feet above the ground or ocean, trying to establish visual contact with the surface; flying into thunderstorms and icing conditions; pressing fuel minimums beyond the point of no return, and reading Gann's litany of departed airline pioneers -- men who died, one after another, usually a microsecond before their trusting passengers -- is a bit like standing inside the cleft of the Vietnam War Memorial, thinking "my god, all those names!"
This is not merely a history of the airline industry's early days, it is also a history of the US Army Air Corps' transport command, set up in the early days of WWII, and the establishment of trans-Atlantic routes and refueling stops; a history of American airline involvement in Central and South America; and a lengthy treatise on the airline seniority system.
Why call it a near-autobiography? Because Gann changes the names of the departed, and steadfastly refuses to name any of the airlines involved, including his own. Who, after all these years, does he think he's protecting? It is typical of airline pilots never to slight their own organizations, I suppose, and Gann is no exception.
Why not four stars? Because this is a very wordy book, and I found myself skimming over some philosophical and repetitious paragraphs, trying to skip ahead to pick up the thread of a story. The book is essentially a sting of "there I was" stories, and they're all fascinating -- but you have to wade through thigh-deep "there but for the grace of god" moralizing to get to the outcomes. Some of Gann's musings are vital to the book, however, and you have to be careful not to skip over those. At the heart of this book is a dissertation on fate, the fickleness thereof. Why did Gann survive this thunderstorm when so-and-so, a vastly more experienced pilot, died under identical circumstances? Why did Gann's engines keep running when, after he landed, ground crews found the tanks bone dry?
I'm an aviator, but my experience is in military fighters, not the airlines. Still, I'm fascinated by the story of aviation's development in the US and the world, and this book is an insider's take on it, told from the left seat -- despite skimming over a few wordy paragraphs, I couldn't put it down.
Rating: really liked it
Fate Is The Hunter is not a war story or a spy book, it is, instead, a story of fate and how it can start careers, and end lives, but most importantly, this is a true story of life and death. The detail and emotion Gann wrote on these pages is astounding and you must take time to read each word and try to imagine the scene in your mind and feel the emotion. The book starts with Gann when he is first learning to fly DC-3s and DC-2s in the early 1900s. Throughout the book, he tells of his adventures in first person from inside the cockpit of his airplane. Although those who do not know much about aviation may not understand the suttle complexity of flying an old DC-3 or DC-2, they can still be gripped by the emotions Gann pours into his writing when he learns that one of his friends had just crashed into a mountain or simply fell to their death from three-thousand feet. By the end of the book almost every one of his friends has crashed or died. After many times of believing this is the end or I am going to die here, Gann finnaly knew enough was enough and decided to start writing his experiences on paper, therefore writing Fate Is The Hunter.
Rating: really liked it
This book and Gann's "A Hostage to Fortune" were among those on my late father's bookshelf for decades. I kept them to read myself, to see the kind of book he enjoyed. Dad was a pilot, beginning before WWII, flying transport in Europe-Africa-India during the war, later bush-piloting along the BC coast and Canadian Arctic (his favourite years), then as senior pilot with an international company, moving from Otters, Beavers and a DC-3 to a Hawker Siddeley 125 business jet. These books by Ernest Gann must have been good reads for my father. (He received this book as a gift. The inscription on the flyleaf reads: "Ross, Hope you will enjoy this as we did. Thanks for a grand trip to Magas May 1961, Harry T. Miller [LAX?].")
The writing is detailed and well put together - and what an incredible memory Gann had! He writes honestly and self-deprecatingly about his many experiences. This book is about his years as a commercial pilot.
I won't rate this book, since I did not read the entire thing, rather, I skipped through it.
(I'll repeat much of this review on the other book's page.)
Rating: really liked it
This book returns the reader back to the golden pioneering days of Commercial airlines and all the danger and adventure that of the period. Fate is a game of numbers and luck and the author takes us on his ride with fate with all it's ups and downs. Anyone with a passing interest in flying needs to read this book you will not be disappointed.
Rating: really liked it
Amazing tales of one of the first commercial pilots. As a pilot myself I was spellbound but I am pretty sure even a novice would fall head first into the exhilaration adventures as time passes across World War II and the first people of the sky open up the world and discover new frontiers.
Rating: really liked it
Written in 1961, Ernest Gann invites the reader to travel alongside him in the cramped cockpit of those early 1930's aeroplanes right through WW2 flying as a transport pilot and into the competitive commercial airline age of the 1950.
The book recounts crash after crash and the many sudden deaths of his comrades, often occurring at the least expected moment or after another recent near miss. Gann says we must believe in our own personal fortune and destiny in order to have any chance of survival. Fate itself is indeed the hunter and when it is ready to take us it certainly will.
Many of Gann's close meetings with fate involve technical issues with those 1930s propellor planes such as the DC3 or aircraft converted from use in WW2. They took a light body of a fuselage, hammered down some engines, and away it went. On many occasions it wasn't until a disaster had taken many lives that a technical fault was realized or a procedural function modified. Their engines flew into icy clouds and froze up, there odometers misread, their planes were mis-loaded or just not maintained. Of the many who flew there were many victims and only fate could decide who would survive.
Rating: really liked it
Phenomenal collection of stories from the early days of airline and ocean flying.
Part of me wishes I had the experience to write something like this, most of me is very happy I don't.
Rating: really liked it
We now take flights for granted. But it wasn’t always this easy to hop on a plane and, hours later, land somewhere else. This book tells the story of an interesting point in aviation’s history, when technology had advanced enough but still dangerous. A worthy book, filled with technical details explained with simple, easy-to-read and entertaining.
Rating: really liked it
1967. I had just turned 11 and my dad dared me to read this book. He tossed me the paperback edition stating I was ready for grown up books. I found out I liked it, even understanding the theme of luck and fatalism. I turned it into an A+ book report in front of class.
Now, just 50 years later, I bought the hardcover first edition at a used book store--hey, I was going to to this up right. I delved into the still remembered pages and the wonder came flooding back. While being an aviation enthusiast helps a little, anyone can enjoy the wordsmith skill and eagle eyed observational talent of Ernest Gann.
The canvas Gann paints on is his learning to be an airline pilot in the 1930's. He later flew cargo in WWII in all theaters. Afterward, he was one of the lead crews staking out the California to Hawaii airline routes for Matson Navigation Company.
To be sure, there is fate hunting on nearly every page. Airline flying with twin radial, non- pressurized, DC-3s was hazardous. Radio communication and navigational aids were primitive. Weather reporting was sketchy and subjective. As Gann continually points out, crews were so often left to their own visual acuity and experience...or... just a hunch and luck. One of his cherished lines from this book sums it up: "Rulebooks are paper-they will not cushion the sudden meeting of stone and metal."
So...here is to Dad, thanks for that challenge and recommendation a half century ago. Gann left airlines in 1960 and reinvented himself as a blue-water sailboat buff. His telling of that part of his life is also a true life action yarn, The Song of the Sirens, released in 1968.
I have tried to like, to no avail, his several fiction works.
Rating: really liked it
A piece of literature, in disguise as a aviation bookWho'd of ever thought that a pilot and the overall field of aviation could be written about with such eloquence, beauty and vividness. Since I was a child, I've been an aviation enthusiast so Gann's book which spans both pre and post-WWII aviation is exactly the kind of novel I love.
For me, a couple of lessons were particularly poignant from Gann's descriptions of early commercial aviation. His descriptions of being a terrified and bullied co-pilot, who was expected to be a slave, shut up and know nothing (and especially never question the Captain) is very interesting and relevant and make me realise how much aviation has progressed an learned about crew resource management, particularly in light of the 1977 Tenerife disaster.
On a personal level I found the following description of flying with Hughen (pp87 to 89) quite interesting:
I wonder if Hughen is one of those pilots secretly afraid of airplanes. There area very few such men, anxiously nursing their dread until the day they can retire. Experience had worn them out instead of gardening them. They exist in a half-frightened daze, like punch-drink fighters, and everyone I'd dirty fir them.And I really had no idea that even in the 1950s flight was such a hazardous undertaking even post-war, e.g. page 352.
If you're at all interested in aviation, you're sure to like this book and I highly recommend it.
Rating: really liked it
I'd read some of Gann's aviation fiction long ago, but I had no idea he was himself an airline pilot. His account of flying crosscountry in the interwar US, transporters in the war and international flights afterwards reminded me in its lyricism and great love of the sky of Antoine de Saint-Exupery, but with more jokes. His account of the search and rescue operation for a pilot downed in the vastness of the Arctic is one of the most thrilling things I've ever read.
