Well, it had to happen. Another one-star review, and for a book by a new favorite author of mine, no less. I'm conflicted about it, because there are things about this book that I did like, but not enough to change my rating. If there was a "star and a half" option, this would be it. But I can't in good conscience do a higher rating than that. Sorry, Len.
"Goodbye, Mickey Mouse" is Len Deighton's novel of WW2 fighter pilots and the lives they lead as they pursue high scores and English girls. Jamie Farebrother, son of a high-ranking general, and Mickey Morse, a hot-tempered Arizona kid who's on pace to be the leading ace in the European Theater, bond over the course of the book as they both pursue love with English women that they meet while stationed in an airfield close to Cambridge. There are battles, hassles with the local population, and notable casualties amidst their ranks. And it all ends with a very predictable outcome that does land well enough, but also doesn't feel earned.
I'm truly astonished that this book didn't do it for me, as I am a huge fan of Deighton's work, but I can also see how this one doesn't make it for me. For one thing, there's no intrigue or spy craft involved; it's a fairly straightforward narrative that doesn't give Deighton much of a chance to show his skill at highlighting the hidden motivations of his characters. Secondly, about those characters: they're walking archetypes, almost none of them feel like real people. And some of the dialog reminds me of what Harrison Ford once said to George Lucas: "You can type this shit, but you can't say it." That might strike some as unfair, but there are chunks of speech here that feel like an exposition dump, and would be called as such in a film version of the story. I appreciate how much Deighton researched the technical aspects of the hardware his pilots use, and I get that they'd likely talk about their planes a lot. But it's just not compelling to me as a reader.
I'm not someone who wants an artist to "stick to what you know"; artists should expand out of the narrow confines of what they're known for, and take on stories that don't seem to be in their wheelhouse. But I just didn't care for this book, and I only finished it because some reviews promised a "big twist" that would make it worth it (which I actually called when I read the prologue), and I also finished it because it's Len Deighton. But yeah, this is the least-appealing of his books for me so far. On a re-read, going in knowing what it is and isn't, I might feel kinder towards it (and before anyone gives me crap about "trashing" him in this review, Deighton followed this up with "Berlin Game" the next year, the first of the Bernard Samson trilogy "Game, Set, Match," which is frigging brilliant. So I'm not saying that Deighton "sucks," but that, much like "SS-GB," this won't be in my favorites list. Plus, he's 96 and retired from writing. I'm sure this review won't change his standing for me as a favorite author). But my initial read is: "Goodbye, Mickey Mouse" does nothing inventive with the war-novel format and, if not for the author's name, I doubt I would've picked it up in the first place. Much like my other one-star review thus far ("The Old Man and Me" by Elaine Dundy), it's less that the book is bad so much as just disappointing, because I know each author is capable of better. Just not this time around.