THE WHIP by Martin Caidin

THE WHIP

By
Email this review

KIRKUS REVIEW

From the first perfervid repetition (""The heat rose about them in shimmering waves so that the horizon was buried within a shimmering heat carpet"" or from the same page, ""The intrusion was a sound. The sound of engines, and that in itself was a surprise because they'd by God heard enough engines throbbing from the sky and from the ground to last their lives, and they heard them all the time, day and night, as if the country just beyond sight were occupied by huge swarms of mosquitoes that never shut up--"") that swells and sounds throbbingly from by God the first breath in huge swarms of words that never shut up--we know that Caidin's flying electric typewriter is set at automatic-pilot and will pound without surprise for enough pages to replicate one more by God automatic novel. This time out we are with Air Force Captain Whip Russell and his B-25 bomber aces in Australia in the thin-smiling summer of '42. The Allies aren't doing well against the Nips until Whip's crack crew arrives, a precision crew that can land a whole bomber squadron in tight formation. You may think bombers can't fight Zeros but Whip's men leave 'em burning, ""wings torn away, pilots pulped in their cockpits."" At the big climax they cream a Jap armada and over 70 Zeros. But that's all in a day's pulping.

Pub Date: March 15th, 1976
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin