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This was the very first work of Norman Mailer that I have ever read, and I must say that I was extremely disappointed. I had such high hopes for this novel, especially with its billing as ‘The Greatest War Novel Produced in This Century.’ But what a letdown! Every single war novel that I have read in the 20th century far surpasses this one. Mailer’s writing seemed forced. The way he wove the soldiers’ back stories into the narrative felt clumpy and the details were just not realistic. His portrayal of General Cummings’ thought processes bordered on the ridiculous at times. And to top it all off, none of the plot lines ever really came together for me.
Perhaps in 1948 when this book was first published, the idea of a General commanding an important offensive in a major war being secretly gay and very lonely intrigued people. However, reading it in 2012, the General seemed like an empty shell of a character. He was selfish and vindictive, and his closet homosexuality was an illogical excuse for his incompetence as a leader. His actions toward Hearn, a soldier on whom he had an unrequited crush, were cold, bizarre, and unconvincing in my opinion.
Croft, the leader of the reconnaissance unit that features throughout most of the story, was a cold, calculating, jealous, and ultra-competitive bastard. He never gets his comeuppance and his demeanor is never entirely explained. Mailer tries to present and define so many soldiers in such a haphazard style that as a reader, I never felt like I understood or related to any of them, least of all Croft. It’s hard for me to write here that an author of Mailer’s stature should have done something differently, but the book may have worked better for me if he had focused closely on three to five characters instead of attempting to portray so many so deeply.
The only positive that I’ll mention here is the idea of the reconnaissance mission that spans the majority of the second half of the book. But its execution, to me, just had so many holes in it. Cummings’ indifference from afar, the war’s accidental ending, Croft and his troops’ final retreat from a swarm of bees after the Japanese had, unbeknownst to them, already conceded defeat – it all amounted to a huge letdown after a long buildup. Perhaps Mailer’s intention was to show the randomness of war, the luck involved, and the fate of soldiers beyond exhaustion and on the brink of physical and mental collapse resting on chance. But unfortunately, it just didn’t work for me.
Sorry Norman Mailer, but if this novel is considered one of your greatest achievements, then I don’t think I’ll be reading any of your others. I had expected so much more from a work that was supposed to be a classic of the war genre. It seems that Mailer’s attempt to capture the complexity and chaos of war fell short in many ways. The characters were not well-developed, the plot was disjointed, and the overall execution left a lot to be desired. Maybe I’ll give another of his works a try someday, but for now, I’m left with a sense of disappointment and a feeling that I wasted my time reading this book.
Perhaps in 1948 when this book was first published, the idea of a General commanding an important offensive in a major war being secretly gay and very lonely intrigued people. However, reading it in 2012, the General seemed like an empty shell of a character. He was selfish and vindictive, and his closet homosexuality was an illogical excuse for his incompetence as a leader. His actions toward Hearn, a soldier on whom he had an unrequited crush, were cold, bizarre, and unconvincing in my opinion.
Croft, the leader of the reconnaissance unit that features throughout most of the story, was a cold, calculating, jealous, and ultra-competitive bastard. He never gets his comeuppance and his demeanor is never entirely explained. Mailer tries to present and define so many soldiers in such a haphazard style that as a reader, I never felt like I understood or related to any of them, least of all Croft. It’s hard for me to write here that an author of Mailer’s stature should have done something differently, but the book may have worked better for me if he had focused closely on three to five characters instead of attempting to portray so many so deeply.
The only positive that I’ll mention here is the idea of the reconnaissance mission that spans the majority of the second half of the book. But its execution, to me, just had so many holes in it. Cummings’ indifference from afar, the war’s accidental ending, Croft and his troops’ final retreat from a swarm of bees after the Japanese had, unbeknownst to them, already conceded defeat – it all amounted to a huge letdown after a long buildup. Perhaps Mailer’s intention was to show the randomness of war, the luck involved, and the fate of soldiers beyond exhaustion and on the brink of physical and mental collapse resting on chance. But unfortunately, it just didn’t work for me.
Sorry Norman Mailer, but if this novel is considered one of your greatest achievements, then I don’t think I’ll be reading any of your others. I had expected so much more from a work that was supposed to be a classic of the war genre. It seems that Mailer’s attempt to capture the complexity and chaos of war fell short in many ways. The characters were not well-developed, the plot was disjointed, and the overall execution left a lot to be desired. Maybe I’ll give another of his works a try someday, but for now, I’m left with a sense of disappointment and a feeling that I wasted my time reading this book.