Similar to The Goshawk in both form and content, though much longer, England Have My Bones is a less mature work, less focused and less well-crafted. But well worth reading. At times more impetuous and less mature in his reflections, White, here, is still possessed of a wisdom impressive in a man of his (at the time, few) years. The Goshawk was written shortly after this one but not published for a dozen more years. One suspects significant revision. Either that or White grew significantly as both a writer and a man in those few years. At any rate, buy this book, if you're a fan of T.H. White's or of fishing, shooting, flying, or field sports in general.
