A bush pilot in early 20th c. East Africa, Beryl Markum writes about her life, her adventures, and her observations of Africa.  This book is not exactly a story and not exactly an autobiography, it’s more of a commentary about a particular time and place, so I guess it’s a memoir.  Her writing is thoughtful and sophisticated–not quite beautiful, but original and real.  She comes across a bit full of herself, but then again, she is a pioneer of piloting.  What I liked best was just her raw descriptions of early 20th c. Africa. (non-fiction/memoir)