The classic documentary war novel, now back in print due to strong demand from fans of Len Deighton.
‘Bomber’ follows the progress of an Allied air raid through a period of twenty-four hours in the summer of 1943.
It portrays all the participants in a terrifying drama, in the air and on the ground, in Britain and in Germany.
In its documentary style, it is unique. In its emotional power, it is overwhelming.
Len Deighton has been hugely acclaimed both as a novelist and as an historian. In ‘Bomber’ he has combined both talents to produce a masterpiece.
As Max Hastings observed, Deighton captured a time and a mood in his books – 'To those of us who were in our twenties in the 1960s, his books seemed the coolest, funkiest, most sophisticated things we'd ever read' – and his books have now deservedly become classics.
About the Author :
Born in London, Len Deighton served in the RAF before graduating from the Royal College of Art (which recently elected him a Senior Fellow). While in New York City working as a magazine illustrator he began writing his first novel, The Ipcress File, which was published in 1962. He is now the author of more than thirty books of fiction and non-fiction. At present living in Europe, he has, over the years, lived with his family in ten different countries from Austria to Portugal.
Review :
Praise for Bomber:
'The magnificent Bomber is rich with historical detail' The Times
Praise for The Ipcress File:
'A spy story with a difference.' Observer
'A master of fictional espionage.' Daily Mail
'The Ipcress File helped change the shape of the espionage thriller…the prose is still as crisp and fresh as ever…there is an infectious energy about this book which makes it a joy to read, or re-read.' Daily Telegraph
'The self-conscious cool of Deighton's writing has dated in the best way possible…a stone-cold cold war classic.' Guardian
Praise for Funeral in Berlin:
'A ferociously cool fable, even better than The Spy Who Came In From the Cold'
New York Times
'A most impressive book in which the tension, more like a chronic ache than a sharp stab of pain, never lets go.'
Evening Standard
