Without a doubt, the greatest master of aviation literature in the English language is James Salter. Many will know his first novel, The Hunters, which was very poorly adapted into the Robert Mitchum film about the Korean war.
Salter flew 100 missions in Korea in F-86s and shot down one Mig. He then flew F-100s in Germany and North Africa. In the late 1950s he retired from the Air Force and went on to become one of the most important authors of the 20th century -- he is an author read by other authors for inspiration. His early works, however, center on flying and life as a fighter pilot.
I recommend that people begin with Gods of Tin, and then move to Cassada. The Hunters should probably be read last. Salter has the power to evoke images and emotions known only to pilots, and his precise use of words can bring you to tears in one sentence.
His writing is not plot centered, and his characters are not always likable -- but they are complex and realistic human beings. Much of Salter's writing is phenomenological. He is able to write clearly and expressively on the emotions that arise when things go wrong in flying -- when you are completely focused on a waivering fuel needle, when you lose your radio and must make a landing on the wing of an unexperienced pilot on a GCA approach, when the weather gets bad and you are lost.
He has won the Pen Faulker award, and recently won the Pen-Faulker lifetime achievement award. He's also a hell of a nice guy. His sentences are masterpieces of American art, and we are lucky that he writes about flying.
I'll leave you with an example:
"You lived and died alone, especially in fighters. Fighters. Somehow, despite everything, that word had not become sterile. You slipped into the hollow cockpit and strapped and plugged yourself into the machine. The canopy ground shut and sealed you off. Your oxygen, your very breath, you carried with you into the chilled vacuum, in a steel bottle."
Whether I am flying in real life, or whether I am flying in the simulator his words and the images of his words are always on my mind.
Cheers,
Chris :salute::salute: