Holy God was this terrible. I’m shocked that this was written by the same guy who did Cacciato and Lake in the Woods and The Things They Carried. I loved those works so much that I decided I would read everything by him and jumped at this book when I saw it at a used book shop, knowing nothing about it. Granted, it was his first work and he probably had to hone his voice/skills. But my goodness is this bad.
Pat myself on the back for finishing it. I completely understand all these reviews on here where people say they cast it aside after 50 or 100 pages. I just thought it had to get better, had to go somewhere, that Tim O’Brien couldn’t possibly write a book that didn’t develop and evolve as the pages unfolded. It got to the point where I was speed-reading, just letting my eyes scan over the sentences, skimming the dialogue, skipping the second half of paragraphs that started with nothing and weren’t moving on.
Everything was so repetitive! I could skim and fly through and not worry about missing anything because everything was repeated 20 times! The dialogue was terrible, characters repeating things over and over within a page, within a single speech! The narration was repetitive… The writing was boring, slow, devoid of any action, suspense or plot. It’s like O’Brien was attempting for Hemingway-style understatement – “Harvey stared resolutely at the snowed-in football field. They were jumping and exercising and the loudspeakers called out the starting lineups. Grace unfolded a blanked and draped it across everyone’s knees. The bleachers were full of people. The whole town was there. The band played the Sawmill Landing fight song and everyone stood. Perry’s glasses steamed over.” – I mean WTF? Short, choppy sentences, but with no gravitas, no huge meaning underneath the understatement, just bland, declarative crap. Or the dialogue – “You don’t remember me getting that rifle? I can’t… That, I can’t understand. Thought sure you remembered it. You were laughing at me. You saw how scared I was. The old man… he never saw it. You saw it. You remember? And I… don’t you remember? Don’t know why. You remember now? That damn rifle. You started laughing. You asked to see my new rifle. You don’t remember?” This is a tiny quote from a speech that went on for three whole pages. Harvey asks about the stupid rifle for multiple pages, repeating almost verbatim… And for what? Is this a huge point of emphasis? Symbolism? Not that I can tell. And this type of repetition happens with all characters, throughout the whole book, not just this one scene for emphasis.
The characters were bland and not at all realistic. Why not do more with the returning war vet and his demons? His drinking his mentioned but nothing ever comes of it. He never grows or changes, none of the other characters ever really make an impact with him/it. The two female characters are about as flat as they come. I don’t buy Grace for a second. She’s treated like shit but acts like the perfect little “What can I do for you” housewife… but yet she’s not some Mad Men era mother, she’s a professional, a teacher… and Addie makes no sense whatsoever. What’s her role? She’s just there, flirting with Harvey when he’s being stupid and running away when he’s being serious.
And the plot!?!?!? There is none! The first 100 pages are so boring. Nothing happens. At least there’s the hint of something with Harvey returning from war and re-embedding himself in society… but that never develops into the main focus. Instead, the two brothers go up to a ski competition and decide to si home. That’s the next 200 pages. So slow, long, boring… and after that whole thing when they get back, the story moves on like nothing. Any excitement from Grace when they return? Addie? A bigger scene after all that? The two brothers do or say or learn anything? No. The end.
The cover of my version has a blurb that says “The suspense is spellbinding.” Sorry, Chicago Sun-Times, but your writer needs a punch in the face, because this book does not contain one iota of suspense. I’m all about character-driven dramas; I don’t need to have crazy-action plot and twists and all. I actually prefer my stories character-driven, life-examining, the psychological analysis of individuals and relationships and why people do what they do. I’d take a Richard Russo over a James Patterson or Brad Meltzer any day. But this has none of that. I was planning on reading all of O’Brien’s works. Now I’m wondering if I should continue on. I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt, knowing this was his first work and seeing how he went on to win the National Book Award and a shot at a Pulitzer. But I can’t believe this book was published.