Three cheers for me - Donald Lamont Jack

"I enjoyed every word . . . terrifically funny." P.G. Wodehouse

With his disturbingly horse-like face and a pious distaste for strong drink and bad language, young Bartholomew Bandydoesn't seem cut out for life in the armed services, as we meet him at the start of the First World War.

Yet he not only survives the dangers and squalor of the infantry trenches, he positively thrives in the Royal Flying Corps, revealing a surprising aptitude for splitarsing Sopwith Camels and shooting down the Hun. He even manages to get the girl.

Through it all he never loses his greatest ability - to open his mouth and put his foot in it.

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.

What people are saying about The Bandy Papers:

"Reading can lead to involuntary bursts of loud laughter."

"Very descriptive, full of air combats and written with a fine eye for period detail . . . there is quite simply no finer book of its kind. Highly recommended."

"It is clear that Bandy likely should've been killed several times, but very likely the Grim Reaper was laughing too hard to hold his scythe straight . . ."

"Hysterically funny! . . . each book is another installment in the continuing saga of a Canadian and his adventures in war, the world, and women."

"I have yet to find another author with the wit and humor of Donald Jack."

Editorial reviews:

"Jackdoes 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

"Funny. Very. Donald Jack has as light a touch with this fragile art as his hero has on throttle of a Sopwith Camel. Excessive corn is avoided in favour of wit and a delight in life." New York Times

"Bartholomew Bandy is the most remarkable hero (or anti-hero) since Harold Lloyd impersonated the Freshman." Chicago Tribune

"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

"For those to whom Bandy is a newcomer, what a treat is in store." Toronto Star

Donald Lamont Jack was born in Radcliffe, England,on December 6, 1924. He attended Bury Grammar School in Lancashire, and later Marr College, Troon (from which he was briefly evicted after writing an injudicious letter to the editor).

From 1943 to 1947 he served in the Royal Air Force as an AC, or aircraftsman, working in radio communications. During his military service Jack was stationed in a variety of locales, though he concentrated on places beginning with the letter 'B': Belgium, Berlin, and Bahrain. After de-mobbing, he participated in amateur dramatics with The Ellis Players, and worked for several years in Britain, but he had by then grown weary of 'B'-countries and decided to move on to the 'C's. Thus, in 1951, Jack emigrated to Canada.

In 1962 he published his first novel, Three Cheers for Me, about fictional Canadian First World War air-ace Bartholomew Wolfe Bandy. Three Cheers for Me won the Leacock Medal for Humour in 1963, but additional volumes did not appear until a decade later when a revised version of the book was published, along with a second volume, That's Me in the Middle, which won Jack a second Leacock Medal in 1974. He received a third award in 1980 for Me Bandy, You Cissie.

Jack returned to live in England in 1986, where he continued to work on additional volumes in the Bandy series. He died on June 2, 2003. His final novel, Stalin vs. Me, was first published posthumously in 2005.

"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."

"For those to whom Bandy is a newcomer, what a treatis in store."

"Donald Jack has as light a touch with this fragile artas his hero has on throttle of a Sopwith Camel."

"To know Bandy is to love him . . . you tend to gallop through and come hurtling out at the end panting for more."