Fit to sit on the same shelf as Waugh and Heller... Robinson's recreation of the exhausted savagery of 1918 is truly shocking... the descriptions of flying are brilliantly vertiginous; nobody puts you in the cockpit like Robinson.
The most readable novel of the year . . . I laughed aloud, several times. And was, in the end, reduced to tears.
Goshawk Squadron has the authoritative ring of a little classic on the subject of war.
A bleak and savage book, full of the terror of warfare and shot through with grim humour; a sort of First-World-War Catch-22.
Robinson has a narrative gift that sets up the hackles of involvement. A rare quality.