Django wrote:
I remember Whip and The Last Dogfight. Loved them both. At 39, yeah, some stuff was probably not accurate. At 11 though, it really didn't make a difference to me in the least.
Spot on, Django. Reading Caidin's books during the time when Chuck Taylor All Stars were the Air Jordans of the day, my mom would buy my jeans so long they had to be cuffed, and she always asked as I went out the door-when it was raining-if I had my rubbers, was a whole lot like building those Aurora or Lindberg kits: it was the emotional experience that counted, rather than the the emotion AND enjoyment of accuracy that comes from reading, say, Coonts, or building a modern kit.
Since those days when I found my library books using a card catalog, I've always been able to see in my mind's eye a B-29, engine on fire and surrounded by clouds and beams of light, in one of his picture books. The caption was something like, 'Surrounded by a cathedral like setting, a B-29 over Kobe breathed its last.' However the caption goes, it read like classic prose to an 11 year old.
Also, until the library stopped carrying it, I made a ritual of reading the first few pages of "Whip" every summer here in Phoenix. The heat outside set the stage perfectly for the 25's coming in to that hell hole of a field.