Thesiger was always more warrior than writer. It is only thanks to the persistent pressure of publishing friends, decades after his dramas in the desert, that we have his granite prose. He had seen wartime service under Orde Wingate in Abyssinia, served with SOE in Syria and then the newly-formed SAS in North Africa. In My Life and Travels, he wrote of his "passionate involvement with the Abyssinian cause". Letters to his mother in 1943 describe how "bitter and discontented" he was not to have played a part at El Alamein. War was "exciting and exhilarating".
During a lunch with Thesiger in the incongruous setting of his retirement home in the wastelands of Surrey suburbia, his misanthropic growl suddenly lightened into an animated purr as he spoke of his role in the Allied campaign in North Africa, having persuaded David Stirling, founder of the SAS, to take him on. "I said to him, ‘I hear you're going to make a raid behind enemy lines. I speak Arabic and I know the desert. Three days later we were 150 miles or so behind lines. I came upon a tent packed full with people. Luckily there was no one on guard. I just raked it with machine gun fire a couple of times. It felt rather like murder." The glacial blue eyes glowed.
The experience of war also formed a critical part of Lewis's literary hinterland. He wrote in Naples '44 of a decisive encounter that "changed my outlook", shattering his "comforting belief that human beings eventually come to terms with pain and sorrow". On November 1, 1943, contemplating a menu offering either disguised dogfish or horsemeat, he watched a group of blind orphan girls enter the restaurant scavenging for food. Each child was sobbing. "I knew that, condemned to everlasting darkness, hunger and loss, they would weep on incessantly," he wrote. "They would never recover from their pain and I would never recover from the memory of it." His horror of the war, combined with its alluring and unrepeatable intensity, propelled him into a lifetime of far-flung reporting from dangerous parts. It led also to his championing of the rights of indigenous peoples in "Genocide", a seismically shocking Sunday Times article that resulted in the foundation of Survival International, the movement for tribal peoples, in 1969.
War likewise left its mark on Newby's writings. It also brought him love. He fought gallantly with the SBS and was awarded the Military Cross for his courage during numerous sabotage missions along enemy coasts. Love and War in the Apennines, another Newby classic, tells the story of his time on the run after one dramatic and abortive SBS expedition, when he was smuggled out of a prison camp and later rescued by a young woman, Wanda, his future wife.
The travel writer Tim Mackintosh-Smith, who has spent most of the past decade writing an on-the-road trilogy in the footsteps and footnotes of his hero Ibn Battuta, the 14th-century Muslim traveller, says the war may have fostered a certain detachment among these writers. "War is death to, among other things, enthusiasms," he says. "If you've been through it, nothing matters quite as much anymore. For someone writing travel, I think this may give a sort of lordly detachment to one's observations, which isn't a bad thing. I'm not sure that post-war generations can quite achieve this." For John Gimlette, author of At the Tomb of the Inflatable Pig, war may have been an influence that "discouraged introspection and informality". Today's writers, he argues, have become less detached in their work, "using more humour and self-deprecation to place themselves amongst their subjects".
