These Richard Hannay novels were really ahead of their time. This one was written in 1919 and took place during the first World War. This one wasn't quite as talky as the first two in the series, but I still drifted off occasionally when the characters talked too much for my taste. But it did have a lot of action to counter that, both on the front as behind the scenes as Hannay continues to spy on the Boche. The characters aren't overly fleshed out, but they are still compelling and the story is a bit of a banger. I really enjoyed the mountaineering scene and found it very evocative. ( )

The final part of the trilogy starts with Richard as Cornelius Brand being sent on a mission by Bullivant and Macgillivray. But where will it end for Hannay and his comrades.
A story which contains adventure, a mystery, a little romance and the battlefields of France in World War I. And of course a cast of wonderful characters.

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Mr Standfast has probably not stood the test of time. After a while the scrapes Richard Hannay encounters seem repetitive, and the reappearance of the main characters in various far-flung places made me remember Brenda from Bristol's celebrated comment, "You;'re joking - not another one!" I fear I prefer a flawed hero. It is interesting that the love interest seems to evaporate at the end Hannay and Mary at a graveside, not disappearing into blissful domesticity in a storm of confetti, and I couldn't help suspecting that their future would involve PTSD. Clearly it is written in homage to John Milton's Pilgrim's Progress, and knowledge of that probably helps make sense of the book. The accounts of the use of military aircraft in WWI appealed to me, because a great-uncle had spent the war building aircraft somewhere near Paris (carving wooden propellors). ( )

The third Richard Hannay adventure. Although in many ways a pacy WWI spy thriller there's some interesting subtleties at work here. Although the villain (returned from the 39 Steps) is pure evil there is plenty of scope for different types of good to stand in contrast to Hannay's bluff and somewhat unsophisticated patriotism. There's a fascinating portrait of an artistic suburb and then of the union world of Aberdeen where Hannay goes undercover to tease out the spy ring that is hiding amongst pacifists and unionists, and Hannay is surprised to find how much honesty and strength of character he finds in what he thought were unlikely places. The other surprise (and it surprises Hannay himself) is the introduction of Mary Lamington who's role goes way beyond the cliched "love interest", she's an active participant and is given her own space and agency and the admiration of the men who she works with - "she can't scare and she can't soil". We are also reintroduced to the scout Peter Pienaar, American John Blenkiron, and meet Sir Archie Roylance for the first time. For the non military types some of the battle descriptions in the final chapters are heavy going but I defy anyone not to be moved to tears by the ending. Lots of fun with some serious stuff underlying it - there's some casual racism from some characters which makes one catch one's breath (and which can only be partly attributed to the "period") but still worth a read. ( )

Where adventure, literature and excellence converge, there resides John Buchan.
Where high adventure, excitement, drama and enough plot to fill a library not just a novel and more suspenseful twists than an Alpine goat track converge, there resides ‘Mr Standfast’.
‘Thrilling’ may sound like the sort of description used only by repressed housewives describing the cycling style of the village’s new vicar, or a description used by a liberated vicar about his own cycling style, but it’s apt here. This is genuinely gripping, page-turning stuff with an immensely likeable hero facing physical peril and moral danger in equal measure. And it is fascinating to read about those who are brave to the point of recklessness physically wrestling not just German spies and hefty Glaswegians, but their own concept of right and wrong. The middle of a World War is a dangerous place to start questioning loyalty, we learn.
Richard Hannay, soldier, sometimes-spy, adventurer and the alter-ego not just of the writer but also, in this case and more than somewhat wishfully, the reader, is recalled from front line, or rather the front trench, duty during the dark days of World war One. Hannay has been doing decent service being brave and trying to give the Germans a bloody nose, a task somewhat complicated by their being armed with machine-guns and the like. It’s time for Hannay to slip out of his uniform, and take up again the flat cap and tweeds of a spy.
Hannay faces an array of perils in ‘Mr Standfast’, in rough order of danger they are; the German Army, German Spies, Pacifists, Glaswegians, The Proletariat Mob, Highlanders, Disgraced German Aristocrat Spymasters Driven Mad By Being Disgraced And German And Aristocratic and, most dangerous and unpredictable of all, ladies.
Being a pacifist during World War One was, presumably, no picnic, especially when being so in a quaint English village. England’s spymaster and Hannay’s chum rightly suspects that there’s more to this than simply some rum yellow types. For an Englishman to be a pacifist in wartime suggests some pretty dirty work, and if we can rule out the normal causes such as being a girl, being an intellectual, being a poet or something in the water, then manipulation by a dastardly foreign power is a safe bet. Call for Hannay!
Tackling pacifists (literally, in Hannay’s case) is an interesting choice for Buchan. It would be easy to paint them as misguided fools who just don’t appreciate what fun war is, and are probably vegetarians too, but that’s not the case here. There is some mild idiocy, but no more than one would find in any movement. The key point is Buchan’s take on pacifism in one particular case, when Hannay suggests that it may stem from a lack of patriotism. This proves to be a mistake, as Hannay quickly and painfully learns that just because somebody describes themselves as a pacifist, they rather take exception to having their honour impugned and are not, apparently, opposed to physical violence on a personal level.
There is, actually, a reasonable amount of scrapping in the book. Hannay sets to not just with foreigners, as one would hope and frankly expect, but also with Brits, including a pretty impressive brawl with a soldier on leave.
Fisticuffs are by no means the only action. There are wild dashes through the night by automobile, there is a chase involving an aeroplane, there’s even a submarine. That’s before we get to the creepy abandoned chateau and the mountaineering.
Hannay may be a South African mining engineer by background, but he’s a soldier by vocation, a reluctant spy and, throughout, a gentleman in his nature. Make no mistake, the Bosche are the Bosche and the enemy who must be vanquished, but Hannay is a very human hero and concludes the novel a sympathetic and even sensitive soldier. Rest assured though, that the villain is no gentleman, that is to say, he’s an absolute bastard. Any less would be unacceptable.
Themes of patriotism, national pride, personal honour and what is morally right meet high adventure and a hero who is the epitome of grit, determination and courage in the morally compromised world of spying. Compelling. ( )