An imaginative recounting of Saint-Exupery's (author of "The Little Prince) time flying the mail over Europe and Africa. Landing on high plateaus and finding them scattered in meteorites, purchasing freedom for a Moroccan Slave, the disappeared customs of the Africans and Arabians, to the Spanish Civil war, he writes lyrically and humanely upon a world that has largely the disappeared.
It inspires me to search out the places he references, my satellite view can be little different than his own...
ruins in the desert...
more, blown over with sand.
In the end - after this book, he flew off and disappeared. And it's hard not to wonder if his life was not imitating his art, the airman in the Little Prince having flown clear to another planet...