I Was Amelia Earhart by Jane MendelsohnIn this brilliantly imagined novel, Amelia Earhart tells us what happened after she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, disappeared off the coast of New Guinea one glorious, windy day in 1937. And she tells us about herself.
There is her love affair with flying (The sky is flesh) . . . .
There are her memories of the past: her childhood desire to become a heroine (Heroines did what they wanted) . . . her marriage to G.P. Putnam, who promoted her to fame, but was willing to gamble her life so that the book she was writing about her round-the-world flight would sell out before Christmas.
There is the flight itself -- day after magnificent or perilous or exhilarating or terrifying day (Noonan once said any fool could have seen I was risking my life but not living it).
And there is, miraculously, an island (We named it Heaven, as a kind of joke).
And, most important, there is Noonan . . .
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Amelia Earhart may be best-known for her numerous aviation records, but it is Amelia's legacy of unfaltering determination and her can-do attitude for equal treatment of women that lives on. Then, when the pilot flew her just a couple hundred feet in the air, Amelia knew she had to fly. When her team landed in Wales 21 hours later, she became the first woman to fly across the Atlantic, a record that was just one of many. Later, the pilot became the first woman and the second person to fly solo across the Atlantic. She also became the first person to fly solo across the Pacific. Then, shortly after her flight across the Pacific, Amelia became the first to fly solo from Mexico City to Newark. On June 1, , Earhart left Miami for her final flight.
Amelia Mary Earhart was an American aviation pioneer and author. Earhart was the first female Susan Butler, author of the Earhart biography East to the Dawn, says she thinks the aircraft went into the ocean out of sight of Howland Island.
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It was July 2, , and along with navigator Fred Noonan , she was on her way to their next stop—Howland Island, 1, miles southwest of Honolulu. The two veteran flyers were on the last legs of their around-the-world trip, having already completed 20, miles in six weeks. As the plane flew over a desolate portion of the Pacific, it became increasingly clear that they were in danger. The plane was too heavy, they were short on fuel, and the tiny island was always going to be difficult to locate—a two-and-half-square-mile spit of land in a big ocean. As the hours ticked by and the morning sun obscured her view, Earhart's voice rose in panic and confusion as she sent several clipped radio transmissions.