“I enjoyed every word . . . terrifically funny.” P.G. Wodehouse
Strangely horse-faced World War I flying ace Bart Bandy finds himself kicked upstairs – to everyone’s appalled surprise – and made a Lieutenant-Colonel in the Royal Flying Corps.
But not for long. Persuaded to give a school speech on the many shortcomings of Field Marshal Haig, he finds Fortune’s Wheel definitely on the turn and soon he is once more heading for the hell of the trenches – this time on a bicycle.
With the daredevil commander of the 13th Bicycle Brigade, Bob Craig, there follow a series of edge-of-the-seat adventures, always accompanied by what Craig later refers to fondly as “brilliant exchanges of utter nonsense”.
Donald Jack’s blackly humorous Bandy memoirs are classics of their kind. Against an unshrinkingly depicted backdrop of war and its horrors, his anti-hero’s adventures are both gripping and shockingly funny.
"Jack does more than play it for laughs . . . The mingling of humor and horror is like a clown tap-dancing on a coffin, but Jack is skillful enough to get away with it." Time Magazine
“For those to whom Bandy is a newcomer, what a treat is in store.” Toronto Star
“Donald Jack has as light a touch with this fragile art as his hero has on throttle of a Sopwith Camel.” New York Times
“To know Bandy is to love him . . . you tend to gallop through and come hurtling out at the end panting for more.” The Sunday Sun
“Bartholomew Bandy is the most remarkable hero (or anti-hero) since Harold Lloyd impersonated the Freshman.” Chicago Tribune
“The Bandy Papers deserve to be read in private where insane giggling can go unnoticed.” Jack Granatstein
"I enjoyed every word . . . terrifically funny." P.G. Wodehouse
“Bartholomew Bandy is back. Cross, outrageous and lovable.” Vancouver Sun
Strangely horse-faced World War I flying ace Bart Bandy finds himself kicked upstairs – to everyone’s appalled surprise – and made a Lieutenant-Colonel in the Royal Flying Corps.
But not for long. Persuaded to give a school speech on the many shortcomings of Field Marshal Haig, he finds Fortune’s Wheel definitely on the turn and soon he is once more heading for the hell of the trenches – this time on a bicycle.
With the daredevil commander of the 13th Bicycle Brigade, Bob Craig, there follow a series of edge-of-the-seat adventures, always accompanied by what Craig later refers to fondly as “brilliant exchanges of utter nonsense”.
Donald Jack’s blackly humorous Bandy memoirs are classics of their kind. Against an unshrinkingly depicted backdrop of war and its horrors, his anti-hero’s adventures are both gripping and shockingly funny.
Praise for The Bandy Papers:
"Jack does more than play it for laughs . . . The mingling of humor and horror is like a clown tap-dancing on a coffin, but Jack is skillful enough to get away with it." Time Magazine
“For those to whom Bandy is a newcomer, what a treat is in store.” Toronto Star
“Donald Jack has as light a touch with this fragile art as his hero has on throttle of a Sopwith Camel.” New York Times
“To know Bandy is to love him . . . you tend to gallop through and come hurtling out at the end panting for more.” The Sunday Sun
“Bartholomew Bandy is the most remarkable hero (or anti-hero) since Harold Lloyd impersonated the Freshman.” Chicago Tribune
“The Bandy Papers deserve to be read in private where insane giggling can go unnoticed.” Jack Granatstein
"I enjoyed every word . . . terrifically funny." P.G. Wodehouse
“Bartholomew Bandy is back. Cross, outrageous and lovable.” Vancouver Sun
