THE GRAND PRIX SABOTEURS. This weekend’s Financial Times has a review by James Allen of THE GRAND PRIX SABOTEURS by Joe Saward. Grover Williams, an Englishman, won the first Grand Prix in Monte Carlo in 1929 in a Bugatti. In World War II Williams and Robert Benoist, another Grand Prix driver, became secret agents who sabotaged Nazi infrastructure in Paris. They died in a concentration camp. Allen says, “[Racing drivers] revel in the beauty—and brevity—of a life lived on the limit.”
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Now this sounds like a cracking good read.
“Lived on the limit”? On the very edge of heightened experience, perhaps?
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