Thomas GallagherRezensionen

Reads like "How the Irish Saved Civilization" but more ponderous and repatitious. How many times can you read a description of wretched hovels and spindly bodies before you say "enough"!

As this was written in 1975, the author was able to talk to many of the participants in the raid on the heavy water plant in Norway in WWII and the comments were all interesting but I found the actual writting a bit heavy handed. I've been somewhat fascinated by this episode in WWII history since my Mom and I found the truly dreadful movie "Hereos of Telemark" one lazy winter afternoon and I was very glad to fill in the details but I might look for a more modern history of it somewhere else.

The SS Morro Castle was a luxury cruise ship, built for the Ward Line, that operated between New York City and Havana, Cuba in the 1930s. The ship was named for the fortress that guards the entrance to Havana Bay.

In the early morning hours of Saturday, 8 September 1934, as the ship was enroute from Havana to New York, passengers and crew members reported the smell of smoke in various areas around the ship. By the time fire was discovered in a locker in the writing room, flames were spreading through the ship.

As is the case with most disasters, the outcome of the event was influenced by multiple factors. Just a few hours earlier, Captain Robert Wilmott had been found dead in his cabin under suspicious circumstances. After his abrupt promotion to Captain, former First Officer Warms was overwhelmed by rapidly changing circumstances, and failed to order distress signals in a timely manner.

The fire spread rapidly on combustible interior finish materials (lacquered wood paneling, etc.), unchecked by incomplete bulkheads or by fire doors that failed to close. Within 20 minutes of discovery, the fire burned through electrical insulation and the ship lost power.

Unlike the Titanic twenty years earlier, the Morro Castle was adequately equipped with life boats. However, cruises to Havana provided a welcome escape from Prohibition, and many of the passengers had been drinking. With a hurricane approaching, the high winds and rough seas may have deterred many of the passengers from getting into the boats or jumping overboard. Several of the lifeboats were never launched, and of those that were, at least two contained almost exclusively crew members.

By the time the ship grounded itself off Asbury Park, NJ, the fire had killed a total of 137 passengers and crew members.

The author implicates Chief Radio Operator Rogers in the fire and in the mysterious demise of Captain Wilmott. While Rogers may have been guilty - he was later convicted of two brutal murders - Gallagher's obsession with this issue gets in the way of the overall story.½

This book about Ireland's Potato Famine started out well, pulling no punches, striking hard at the British reaction to the famine and its horrendous effects on the poor of Ireland. The often shocking details left this reader with mouth agape, astounded once again at man's inhumanity to man. It started to get a bit repetitious (and I mean exact phrasing repeated), but kept moving fairly well. I became engaged with the cause of the Irish and began to despise what the British did.

That was the first section. In the second section, the book begins to sag like a tired boxer in the fifth round. The author resorts to using one of those "composite" stories, mixing in fact and fiction, to tell of the trip to America and, in the final section of the book, the sometimes dreadful conditions faced by the Irish once they got to the United States. Unfortunately, Gallagher lets his emotions overcome his sense, the facts, and his writing skills. Any reader who is familiar with the immigrant story, whether through books, history lectures, or family stories, will know that once the Irish got here, they faced no more hardships than thousands of other ethnic groups.

This is really too bad. What started out as a strong tale of the many wrongs done during the famine turned into a whiney, one-sided mess of self-pity. A shame, because there is plenty of material to write about in this awful situation, and I think Gallagher missed the mark badly.

Not recommended unless you read only the first section.½

Great read -- although the author mixes what is obviously factual -- much of it footnoted from primary sources -- along side passages of semi-fictional "composite" accounts -- in a way that seems jarring to me. However, he covers a lot of ground here: agricultural, political, medical, social, to explain the background of one of the major genocides in Europe prior to World War II. You can't read this book and not come away with a clear understanding of the undying hatred of the Irish toward the English.

Absolutely fascinating story that for some reason is not very much mentioned when WWII events are discussed on TV or in the press. It is surprising because these determined Norwegians majorly (if not singlehandedly) contributed to bringing the Nazi nuclear program to a screeching halt. Gallagher's writing is so captivating that it is hard to put the book down. The stories of courage and survival during the harsh Norwegian winter are almost unbelievable. Highly recommended.

In 1943 and 1944, a couple of amazing raids by Norwegian volunteers destroyed the heavy water from the Norsk Hydro plant at Vemork, Norway. Heavy water differs from ordinary water in that the former is made with hydrogen isotopes, each of which has a neutron in addition to the proton in its nucleus. This isotope is called deuterium and is uncommon in nature. Heavy water acts as a moderator for nuclear fission, thus making possible the production of atomic bombs. It is difficult to manufacture, and at that time, there was only one plant in the world capable of making it in significant quantities: Norsk Hydro. When the Germans occupied Norway in 1940, they took over the plant. But the success of the intrepid saboteurs eliminated any chance for the Germans to develop a nuclear bomb before the Americans.

Gallagher provides a play-by-play of the sabotage efforts, from the insertion of the operatives onto the barren wastes of ice and snow in Norway, to the destruction of the remaining barrels of heavy water two years later.

You follow the small team as they learn to stomach reindeer eyeballs to survive; as they climb the snow-and-ice-covered walls of a sheer 600-foot gorge to wire the factory with explosives (and then climb back down); as one of them literally races from six Germans on skis, out-skis all but one, and then stands stock-still as the German empties his Lugar from forty-feet (but into the sun, so he misses). And that’s only a few highlights of this incredible adventure.

The beginning might seem a bit slow as you are introduced to the volunteers, and as they wait for the weather to be favorable. But persevere: you won’t be disappointed! James Bond has nothing on these guys, except maybe a taste for martinis rather than reindeer parts.

(JAF)½

Here is a good book about why the Irish hate the British. And unless you are British yourself, you'll feel like the British were real jerks. In all seriousness, though this book was very informative and it was a solid read.