His previous books include a biography of the Spitfire, so it seems natural that he should turn his attention to one of the most swift, symbolic and significant aircraft ever to grace the skies. The Concorde was a technical marvel – the dust jacket is just a litany of stats – but it was arguably too advanced for the world it was born into. Concorde was meant to pioneer an age of supersonic travel, yet it ended up being a lonely champion for a future that never came to pass, beloved by businessmen and broadcasters, cursed by city dwellers for its ear-splitting roar and lamented by airline accountants who could never make the figures stack up. Glancey skillfully tells the tale of a plane forged from a great trans-national alliance, and how it eventually fell from sky, taking with it – perhaps temporarily – the dream of a world shrunk small by the sheer force of technology.