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70 years ago, on July 31, 1944, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry took off on his last flight, from which he did not return. At 44, he was old for an operational pilot in World War II, and he was flying a fast, unarmed, photo-reconnaissance version of the single-seat Lockheed P38 Lightning fighter, from an American air base on the Mediterranean island of  Corsica.

Saint Exupery

“Saint-Ex.” was, by all accounts, both a fine pilot and writer.

His task was to fly into France to gather intelligence for the Allied invasion of the south (Normandy was already under way), but he was not heard from again. It was not until more than half a century later that scattered parts of his Lightning were finally found, off the southern coast of France. He is generally presumed to have been shot down by a German fighter, but no one knows for sure.

He was one of the  pioneers of long distance flight, helping to establish air routes in dangerous places as far apart as the Sahara in North Africa and the Andes in South America. As a writer, from the 1920s onward, he produced a series of best-selling books, which were often turned into movies; all remain in print today.

After the fall of France in 1940, he spent some time in North America, briefly in Canada, but mainly in New York City. During that period, living mostly across the street from Central Park, he wrote 1942’s The Little Prince.

It instantly became, and remains, a colossal best-seller, translated into more than 250 languages, and made into various TV and film versions. His books often had an autobiographical element, and The Little Prince is no exception–it begins with a pilot marooned in the desert, something which had happened to Saint-Exupéry himself.

Many years after Saint-Exupéry’s death, Tom Wolfe wrote The Right Stuff, a book (and, later, a movie) about  pilots flying experimental rocket-powered airplanes in the California desert, and working on the Project Mercury space program of the 1960s. In writing the book, he brought test pilot Chuck Yeager from relative obscurity to superstar status. Even though his focus was on post-war American pilots, Wolfe paid tribute to “Saint Ex,” someone he said, who was seen by aviators everywhere as:

…flying up here at the right hand of God… the one who put it into words most beautifully and anointed himself before the altar of the right stuff.

The nose strut of Saint-Exupéry’s P38 is now displayed prominently in Paris’ Le Bourget air museum, and pilots from all over the world come to pay their respects.

3 replies
  1. Alex Nelon
    Alex Nelon says:

    Reading Saint-Ex from an early age was an introduction to adventure that was undertaken with greater purpose, quite unlike the travels of, say, Richard Halliburton, and others. No writer captured the mysteries of flight and no writer incorporated the little ironies of life in the warp and weft of his work quite like Saint-Ex.

    Sitting in a cafe in some faraway place (I forget where), I read a handwritten note that Charles Lindbergh sent to his wife, Ann, after Saint-Ex’s death:

    “Do you have so little faith to mourn someone who is dead?”

    An eloquent statement that has stayed with me many years.

  2. Paul O'Keefe
    Paul O'Keefe says:

    I recently completed reading “Terre des Hommes”. My original goal was to learn the vocabulary of aviation in French, something not covered when I studied French in high school! It was a slow go, with a Larousse French/English dictionary and online translation help frequently needed, but it was well worth the effort. The descriptive writing is very beautiful, the adventures are thrilling and terrifying, and his insights to humanity are fascinating. I understand why he is so well thought of to this day!

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