Just about finished this, only 60 pages to go. It's been a real slog. I was expecting brilliance, and some of the prose, the mid-air battles for example, is great. The characters are interesting, too. But the whole book is weighed down by reams of meaningless dialogue. Is it a sense of humour thing, that I just don't find it funny, but I'm supposed to? Or is it a sort of panicky humour in the face of the awful reality of warfare that I'm not really supposed to laugh at?
In any case it feels far too long and jumbled to me. I'd be interested to know what others thought.