Wind Sand And Stars Chapter Summaries

The novel Wind, Sand and Stars, written by Antoine De Saint-Exupéry graphically details his endurance and life working as a student airline pilot for a French airline called the Latécoère Company which is later known as Aéropostale Airlines. His excerpts describe true bravery and loyalty to what he called throughout the book as the craft. This craft he has chosen, journeys himself and other pilots’ through numerous landscapes, treacherous storms and dangerous times, however, Saint-Exupéry manages to come out of all those things to give us the greatest and most exhilarating set of stories that stirred my imagination. While reading this book, what was truly captivating was how Saint-Exupéry’s expressed in detail his explorations through the
Aside from the cities, some which are unknown to me during that era, Saint-Exupéry’s description allowed me to visualize his surroundings and go through most of the excitement that he experienced as well as understanding those experiences of other pilots. I held my breath during an account of his adventure with a cyclone, even though he did not like retelling stories to make them sound like bragging rights, he kept it modest but yet exciting. Within the cyclone, Saint-Exupéry questions his direction when trying to break free from this storm, “Horizon? There was no longer a horizon. I was in the wings of a theatre cluttered up with bits of scenery. Vertical, oblique, horizontal, all of plane geometry was awhirl. A hundred transversal valleys were muddled in a jumble of perspectives” (53). After his enthralling fight with the cyclone, I found it very surprising that he did not want any glorious praise or further discussions on his survival, Saint-Exupéry’s modesty is shown on more than one occasion throughout this
Saint-Exupéry made me sense exactly how he felt right before a sandstorm approached, the warning he received from nature itself giving him time to prepare for what was soon approaching, “But that was not what excited me. What filled me with a barbaric joy was that I had understood a murmured monosyllable of this secret language, had sniffed the air and known what was coming, like one of those primitive men to whom the future is revealed in such faint rustlings; it was that I had been able to read the anger of the desert in the beating wings of a dragonfly. (94)” His years in the desert gave him the opportunity to understand more about his surroundings, the people the earth and how they both effected how and why he loved being a