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The White Mouse – Nancy Wake

I’ve been obsessed with the story of Nancy Wake ever since a friend told me about her a couple of years ago. She was one of the most highly decorated women of WWII, and the stories of her exploits in resisting the Gestapo are legendary. That’s why I added The White Mouse in particular to my reading list. Peter FitzSimons wrote a far more popular biography (which I would also like to read some day), but I really wanted to hear the story of this incredible woman in her own words.

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OK, it turns out that Nancy Wake was actually born in New Zealand, even though we claim her as an Aussie (we will claim any decent Kiwi as our own without blinking an eye, it never ceases to amaze). In The White Mouse, she only gives us a page or two about her early life, though; she speeds right ahead to the ascendancy of Hitler and the beginning of WWII.

She was living in Marseilles with her French husband at the time, and she found increasingly inventive ways to help the French efforts resisting the Germans, helping sneak refugees out of France when the Occupation began. She went on to become a leading figure in the Resistance, using her “native cunning and beauty” to overcome the suspicions of German guards and get through checkpoints. Yep, she literally flirted her way through the war, all the while killing German soldiers with her bare hands. That’s girl power, folks.

The Special Operations Executive training reports say that she was “a very good and fast shot”, noted for “put[ting] men to shame by her cheerful spirit and strength of character”. She also won a lot of drinking contests. By 1943, there was a 5-million franc price on her head. The Gestapo took to calling her “the White Mouse”, referring to her ability to elude capture – thus, the book’s title.

Her story is incredible, but the editing in The White Mouse is shithouse, which is a real shame. There’s more than a few typos, and a lot of repetition; I quickly lost track of the number of times she described something as “extraordinary”. Little things like that could have been easily (and quickly!) fixed, and that would have made for a much more engaging read. We can hardly fault Wake herself for that; she was a bad-ass assassin spy, not a writer. And the level of detail she manages to recall is unbelievable – she must have kept really meticulous journals.

“For weeks now I had been subjected to more than my fair share of drama. I had been forced to flee from home, separated from my beloved husband and my darling [dog] Picon, made six fruitless journeys to the Pyrenees, been thrown in prison and kicked around, jumped out of a moving train, been fired at by a machine gun, sprinted to the top of a mountain, lost my jewellery, walked for five nights, been starved for eight days, and infected with scabies. There was no way I was going to let the little matter of a password deter me…. I crossed the road, went up to the front door and knocked. A man opened it and immediately I said, ‘I am Nancy Fiocca, you are in charge of our guides, I work for O’Leary, so do you, I want to go to Spain, I’ve had enough trouble getting here so don’t give me any crap.’”

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As you can see, Wake had a really matter-of-fact voice, and she talks really nonchalantly about the most terrifying of circumstances. Her affect doesn’t change between describing a dinner party and a major Resistance operation. I get the feeling she was much like that in real life as well.

Unfortunately, after the war, she didn’t exactly get a happily-ever-after. Her first husband, Henri Fiocca, had stayed behind in France after she was forced to flee, and he was captured, tortured, and executed by the Gestapo when he refused to give them her location. Wake, however, was unaware of her husband’s death until after the war ended. Her dog survived, though, and the story of their reunion in peace-time was one of the most heart-warming anecdotes I have ever heard.

She was also denied a medal by the Australian government for over five decades (shame!), on the grounds that she was “not fighting in any of the Australian services” during the war (double shame!). Indeed, from what I can tell, the Australian government treated her like shit in all other regards as well. When her second husband died in 1997, she was deemed ineligible for any pensions or benefits, and she had no children or family to support her. She ended up having to sell her war medals to support herself in her advancing years. Even so, she hardly seemed bitter; she said “There was no point in keeping them [the medals], I’ll probably go to Hell and they’d melt anyway”. She died in 2011, aged 98, of a chest infection.

Reading The White Mouse, I had to examine my own biases really closely. Why was I so enamoured with Nancy Wake, I kept asking myself, when I was so repulsed by Chris Kyle, the “American Sniper”? In the end, I think it came down to the fact that Nancy seemed far more grounded in reality, and far more self-aware. While she (self-admittedly) “loathed” the Gestapo, she came across as someone who had quite natural biases and constantly re-evaluated the evidence at hand. She watched the Nazis sack a city that she had lived in and loved for most of her life, first-hand. Kyle, on the other hand, came across as someone who had been brainwashed into hating brown people and loving guns, and had never thought to question it.

Nancy Wake’s autobiography isn’t a romantic narrative, so if you’ve come here looking for a non-fiction version of The Book Thief or All The Light We Cannot See, you can move right along. The White Mouse is not a work of art, it’s not going to win any literary awards, but it’s deeply – unavoidably! – charming. It’s a story of incredible bravery and hardship, told without any sentimentality or self-effacing bullshit. Imagine if you got your no-nonsense grandma drunk, and found out she’d spent most of her life killing enemy combatants and doing courier runs for an underground resistance movement: that’s what reading The White Mouse is like.

I fail to understand our collective obsession with fictionalised WWII narratives when there are books and stories like this out there (and they go out of print due to low sales). I can’t recommend The White Mouse on its artistic merit, but I think that you should read it anyway, and pay your respects to this incredible woman who probably could have won the war single-handedly if she’d needed to.


  1. The one that Peter Fitzsimons wrote was excellent but he’s a terrific writer. I must admit, I loathe autobiographies, memoirs a close second. They are rarely written well and often self-indulgent, so I probably will never read this one. I really like war fiction, and I know what you mean about these great real stories, but most of the time the fictional ones are inspired by these real people, so it works for me. Biographies I like though, as most biographers are dedicated to that form of writing, so their books are highly readable.
    She was a classy lady though, a formidable hero. I admire her greatly.

    • ShereeKUWTP

      March 22, 2019 at 10:02 AM

      Absolutely, Theresa! I heard someone say once that when it comes to life writing, you’ve either got to have a really interesting life or really good writing craft – ideally you’ll have both, but you must have one at a minimum. Even then, the details of a really interesting life are made so much more accessible in the hands of someone who’s well practiced in writing and made it their life’s work.

    • I think The Nightingale (Kristin Hannah) must have partly been based on this woman. How many women led people over the Pyrenees? I can’t see it being something accomplished by the majority of the Resistance.

      Even if The White Mouse isn’t written sentimentally, I’d probably end up crying through it. These war stories break my heart. Birds Without Wings by Louis de Bernieres had me alternately laughing and sobbing.

      • Sheree

        February 21, 2022 at 12:50 PM

        Oooh, good tip re: The Nightingale! I’ve got a copy buried somewhere in my TBR shelf, I’ll have to dig it out…

  2. I’ve never heard of this, but now I am deeply interested in getting a copy. And I 100% agree with you about fiction vs the reality of WWII.

  3. Nancy Wake might have had more recognition in her old age if she hadn’t been so blatant about blowing her own trumpet and talking about her war efforts as if she undertook them as a one person resistance movement. Because she wasn’t listened to with the heed she would have liked afgter the war she became an unpleasant, belligerent, and boring braggart and drunk. I had the displeasure of meeting her on a couple of occasions when she had the opportunity of loudly displaying those characteristics. They are the subtext of her self-touting and repetitive autobiography. Her complaint about lack of recognition, of course, raises the question ‘if her efforts on behalf of anti-Nazi forces were so significant why did she not get some financial acknowledgement from the French Government?’

    • ShereeKUWTP

      August 17, 2020 at 12:58 PM

      Oooft, sorry to hear meeting her wasn’t the wonderful experience one might hope, Tony. Though I must say, I’d probably become pretty unpleasant and imbibe more than I should if I’d experienced what she had in the name of the resistance and felt under-valued after the fact… It’s certainly understandable, and there are no shortage of veterans who have gone down that road. Thanks for stopping by, anyhow!

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