If you have read Macintyre before, you’ll recognise a classic example of his style: the journalist’s eye for salacious detail combined with a historian’s rigor. The rest of Redwood lives up to the attention-grabbing opening scene; I devoured it in a single sitting ... They are sometimes derided as “dadlit”, the kind of nonfiction read by golf club bores and armchair colonels. But Redwood is as far above yet-another-book-about-the-second-world-war as a George Smiley novel is above Jack Reacher ... So, by all means give Redwood to your father for Christmas, but make sure you read it yourself first: it’s superb.
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