Wow….
“Good Night, Irene” is quite marvelous. I couldn’t have gotten into this book faster or with more reading gusto if I tried.
Ha….and I’ve been in a low mood…..
But, if ever a book got me out of my own miserable thoughts….(at least a temporary time-out), “Good Night, Irene” did the trick.
I’ve always said….in my own life > my most satisfying times have been when I’ve worked on an important project with others and ‘from’ our working hard together (in the trenches so to speak), real profound, meaningful friendships, developed.
I was reminded of that: POWERFUL friendships grow from
working our asses of with others….’together’.
But MY GOD…..Luis Alberto Urrea inspired me to no end…..
[he did in another way in “The House of Broken Angels”, too….a very different book]…. > the book where I ‘first’ marveled at his storytelling.
But in this novel……Urrea takes his inspiration (which becomes ours), from his own mother….and ‘her’ Red Cross experiences during WWII > and his STORYTELLING is OFF THE CHARTS…
JUST FABULOUS…..a very satisfying book that any die-hard reader will not want to miss……
It has everything!!!
I felt the full range of emotions. (even a little teary now)
I gasped frequently with emotions shifting rapidly….happy, sad, heartbreaking, heart-rendering…. moved by the experience of being so transformed …tossed into this story myself….feeling the courage, the fear, the devastating violence, the exhaustion, the friendships, the power, the unbelievable humanity.
I was overwhelming moved ….especially moved by the last chapters …..
THIS NOVEL HAS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL. DON’T MISS IT!!!
NON-SPOILER excerpts:
“I’m on my way to war. There. I said it”.
“What branch? WAC? WAVES?”
“Red Cross”.
“He seemed to relax. Bedpan commando. Still, nursing’s tough duty”.
“Not nursing”.
“Oh yeah? What, then?”
“Clubmobiles”.
“What the hell is that?”
“Mobile service. Comfort, moral support. As I understand it, we’ll be backing the troops in the field. We make coffee and donuts. In trucks”.
“You what?”
“Coffee. And donuts”.
“He laughed”.
“Clubmobiles, she explained. A red cross club….on wheels”.
“Donuts. He shook his head. I heard it all now”.
“Have you any advice?”
“Sure, he said. Don’t do it.”
“Thank you for your insight, she crossed her arms”
“Cover your ass, how about that?”
“Sorry to bother you”.
“Look, it’s no place—“
“For a girl?”
“She turned toward him. I intend to serve my country, she said, and this is what they’ll let me do. I have never made a doughnut in my life. I don’t know how to drive a truck. And the coffee I’ve made has been known to incapacitate its victims”.
“So tell me, Sarge—you’re the expert. How will I do?”
“Well, he said. You’ll do swell”.
“You’ll be shocked. You’ll think you’re strong, you’ll think you’re tough. You’ll think you can take it. You cannot take it. And then you will not be shocked anymore. That’s what war does so you so can keep on going. You will be in mortal danger besides our boys. You will do things, some of you, that should win medals”.
It turns out… It was not very easy to be able to produce donuts.
“That infallible donut machine splurted globs and wads of misshapen, over wet dough to splash into the hot grease, abominations that were then fried into donuts resembling golden underpants and topographical maps of ancient lands”.
Miller’s Law: “Never Let Them See You Cry”.
*The Red Cross “Coffee-Donut” girls came into existence in 1917…..during the Great War…..
when…..the boys (who lived in squalor and horror), once asked a group of ladies if they had anything sweet to eat.
Kudos to Luis Alberto Urrea > TERRIFIC worthy - deeply substantial book to write.
Memorable ….one of my favorites.