Out of My Mind: The Discovery of Saunders-Vixen by Richard Bach is more a novella than a full novel. Coming in at barely 100 pages with loosely placed text that is interspersed with images of planes in flight, it almost feels more like a short story.
The novella itself is about love of flight, in particular love of flying planes. The narrator, Richard Bach, shares a story of trying to resolve an issue he was having with his one airplane and how inspiration came to him in his sleep. The rest of this very brief story goes on to suggest that the inspiration comes from a parallel universe where it is just slightly after World War I except where this reality exists the war never happened.
I don’t think enough happens in this novel to make it memorable. I barely recall any of the character’s names even though I read it just yesterday. The idea is there but the characters are barely introduced before the story is over. No psychological or even emotional development occurs. The story itself seems to more an idea about ideas but without any story arch—whether dramatic or emotional—there is nothing more there but a tale that has no point beyond an idea about how we get ideas. More like an idea for a novel (or even a novella) than a novel itself. And for a novel about traveling dimensions, how is it that this novella, from the characters to the plot, seem so flat and lacking in any depth or dimension whatsoever?