Had to read this for assigned reading. I didn't know much about Lindbergh going in, so this book gave me a fair scope of his ideologies and passions, both the aspirational and deeply troubling. To me, Charles Lindbergh appears as your typical white man in the early 20th century, very adverse to emotional responses, when it comes to himself and his family, and just seems very distant in general. He lacked feeling and empathy throughout his life, and I think that was just part of his upbringing, but that's all speculation. Fleming does a wonderful job in detailing his exploits and, while giving an air of condemnation for his anti-Semitism and ties to the Nazi party, this book does not treat him as a monster, but rather a man that achieved greatness, but was still susceptible to people filling his head with nonsense.