"The Iliad of the Iraq war" (Tim Weiner)--a gut-wrenching, beautiful memoir of the consequences of war on the psyche of a young man. Eat the Apple is a daring, twisted, and darkly hilarious story of American youth and masculinity in an age of continuous war. Matt Young joined the Marine Corps at age eighteen after a drunken night culminating in wrapping his car around a fire hydrant. The teenage wasteland he fled followed him to the training bases charged with making him a Marine. Matt survived the training and then not one, not two, but three deployments to Iraq, where the testosterone, danger, and stakes for him and his fellow grunts were dialed up a dozen decibels. With its kaleidoscopic array of literary forms, from interior dialogues to infographics to prose passages that read like poetry, Young's narrative powerfully mirrors the multifaceted nature of his experience. Visceral, ironic, self-lacerating, and ultimately redemptive, Young's story drops us unarmed into Marine Corps culture and lays bare the absurdism of 21st-century war, the manned-up vulnerability of those on the front lines, and the true, if often misguided, motivations that drove a young man to a life at war. Searing in its honesty, tender in its vulnerability, and brilliantly written, Eat the Apple is a modern war classic in the making and a powerful coming-of-age story that maps the insane geography of our times.
There is a lot to admire here stylistically. There is a range of narrative styles, lists, images. The first person plural point of view works well. The prose is sharp and fast and often unfocused but I suppose that is also the experience of war. This is an interesting military memoir, very original. But I was distracted by the narrative distance. I wanted to feel closer to the narrator even though that is probably besides the point. Well worth checking out.
...Gritty...graphic... and a little too ‘gross’ for me...( I’m choosing ‘nice’ words).
I wasn’t trained in this type of specialized ‘sense-of-humor’. If this book was suppose to have laughing parts... I failed to manifest even the tiniest chuckle.
I took away a couple of things though: I don’t want to fault any man who served in the military for writing a memoir. Bad writers - talented writers ....let them all take a turn if they feel the need or desire.
If a few people or more got value from this book... it’s absolutely terrific. I hate rating memoirs. The author is sharing his story his way.... and ‘that’ I do respect!!!
War is vicious... War is war is war is war is war is war!!!!! But honesty - This particular style book was not for me.
Called a memoir, this is a choppy collection of vignettes about Young's three tours of duty in Iraq. Some episodes are State-side, some are in the war zone, but all provide insight into the fragile mind of a hardened Marine. If that all sounds oxymoronic, then Matt has made his point.
As usual with the vignette approach, some work better than others and the narrative line gets chop suey-ed along the way, but certain parts were nicely done in a thrifty, Hemingway-styled kind of way. Nevertheless, as a whole, slightly disappointing. Maybe because my expectations were so high after hearing Young on a New York Times Book Review podcast.
Serving your country during a military conflict as an enlisted soldier looks better in war movies than it does in real life probably because war movies usually have a bird's-eye plot and a heroic morality and a conclusive ending, often involving self-discovery. ‘Eat the Apple’ is a real life literary memoir, so. It’s different.
What I learned from this honest post-modernistic Marine memoir:
The reality is being an actual real-life soldier is less clear in retrospect because in actuality most soldiers are only 18-22 years old (and they often revert backwards mentally to age 13 by the intense drama of soldiering). On their tours they are either afraid of everything or bored out of their minds, not having an actual clue about why their orders were given to do.
Based on Matt Young’s memoir, military service in reality actually results in memories consisting of uncomfortable, and disconnected, and disassociated, if sometimes vivid, astonishing scenes in confusing montages, some of which you do not want to think about or acknowledge because you were either a bad person in the moment or an utter f*ckup, or someone in your military brotherhood whom you learned to love died.
If you signed up to find yourself, what you found may not be as inspiring or meaningful as you hoped. If you signed up to test yourself, well, it seems the questions you had might turn out to have been the wrong ones. If you signed up because you were bored, you might realize there are worse things than boredom, like losing your sense of any human life consisting of eternal verities. However, being physically fit is the one Truth of being a Marine. Oorah.
Why do Marines always talk in the third person in their memoirs? I'll never know. As a veteran of Afghanistan and Iraq, I have tried to stay away from war memoirs and war movies. I don't care much to re-live those events through others stories; they were real enough for me as it was. However, I made an exception for this memoir. I was attracted to this book because I heard Mr. Young make a poignant comment about how our Nation's treatment of veterans as heroes and the social pressure to demand honor and respect for all of them all of the time is dangerous for our democracy. In other words, like the complete misappropriation of the NFL kneeling protest against the lack of justice for black Americans portrayed as an insult to veterans by our President and other elites. It's amazing that this veteran gained that much wisdom in four years of service when other veterans (General officers, even...see https://usat.ly/2dajSQ1) seemed to have missed the point about how we served to protect the right of others to voice their protest about injustice peacefully.
Anyway, enough of my soapbox...the book is good, well written, a little too self-flagellating at times, definitely raw and absurd at other times (could have done without the masturbation scenes in the port-o-johns), but overall refreshingly honest and not at all full of self-adulation.
Rather than bore you with more, you can read a great review from NPR here: https://n.pr/2FyeW2H
A funny, sad, honest memoir of a Marine's life before, during and after deployments in Iraq. Told alternately through detached, speaking-of-myself-in-the-third-person prose, comics and drawings, bullet-point lists, and even a short play, Eat the Apple is a really unique take on the soldier memoir. But despite the humor Young sprinkles throughout the book, the underlying current of fear, anger and despair shines through, gnawing away at our narrator as he, and we the readers, contemplate the questions: What's the point of war, anyway? Is it worth the cost? And what happens when a young man, trained to kill, comes home?
*Thanks to NetGalley for the ARC, provided by the author and/or the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
I was in the Marine Corps at the same time as Matt Young and although the Marine Corps is a very small place, I don't believe we ever met. We were in Iraq at the same time, had the same feelings about deploying and wanting to kill and being okay with not talking to people back home. What I mean to say is, Eat the Apple is a brutally honest and relevant take on the late-aughts Marine. His style is so absolutely close to the sounds that echo and reverberate through my brain after years of being yelled at and issued commands and spoken to in a lingo so unlike any normal human speech patterns.
A quick read chock full of emotion and intelligence and style and absolutely worth picking up.
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This is the exact opposite of 'This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen' by Tadeusz Borowski because if that book just focuses on the miserable things that happen in war and the experiences of someone having to witness all of those things (and also being a memoir like this one, and also getting kinda repetitive at some parts), THIS ONE IS LIKE A GOOD TIME
Matt Young is that one friend that is just the best one at being around with. He's the one who will make every situation positive and even on times where negativity is the atmosphere, he always makes things hopeful. Here, in this memoir we follow just him being drafted and experiencing what it's like being a soldier but like — he doesn't care about it though 😆😆😆. I love how in every scene that everyone just puts so much emphasis he just, doesn't gaf. He's probably he only one actually alive in that camp (mental speaking really obviously; may or may not be a pun). There's even this like one scene where he just talks about folding your bed and taking care of it and he also sorta does a fourth wall break alongside it which is just soo cuteeeeee 😭😭😭. This book is surprisingly lighthearted and getting through the rough times in an Optimistic way. Matt Young is such a silly boiiiiii, probably the reincarnation of this emoticon: (☆▽☆).
I also thoroughly appreciate the format in the structure of how this book is written. Is there a many like bullet points and illustrations and just many other transformative unconventional writing techniques that are put into this book that is not typical for a novel style memoir. THE BEST ILLUSTRATION IS JUST THAT ONE SELF SKETCH WHERE HE HIGHLIGHTS HIS BODY PAINS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Like i would definitely take a gunshot — just get rid of these damn back pains 🤣.
This is yet another warrior’s memoir. In style Eat the Apple is somewhere on the spectrum between James Jones’s The Thin Red Line of WWII and Stanley Kubrick’s gritty and cynical Full Metal Jacket of Vietnam. The title comes from a Marine Corps saying, "Eat the Apple, Fuck the Corps." In a sense, there is nothing new in it—in February, 2005, a lost young man enlists in the U.S. Marine Corps, goes to boot camp and meets crazy people called Drill Instructors, is sent to a war zone (Iraq, 2005) where he is constantly battling fear, is exposed to traumatic events, and returns home truly screwed up with a long life filled with bad memories ahead of him. He will return to Iraq two more times before he goes civilian again in 2009.
So what makes this memoir and exposé of war different? It’s not the content—this is the story of every young man in war, and of many in peacetime. The difference is style. Each chapter is short and punchy with an entirely different message and a different internal voice: some chapters are funny, some are grisly and gross, some are reportorial, many are self-loathing, and some are just painful. And Young doesn’t gild the lily—he doesn’t hesitate to show his warts and worse. This short but powerful book is a painful self-diagnosis.
Consider a humorous vignette. Young is posted as a lookout on the roof of a building in Fallujah. He is alone and standing at a parapet looking outward. To pass the time he begins to masturbate. As he is going at it, his Sergeant comes to the roof, sits behind him, and starts talking. Soon the captain arrives and begins talking with the Sergeant. Then others arrive and the rooftop becomes a community club. Throughout this kaffeklatsch Young continues to stare out over the city with his back to the crowd, still holding his “gun.” Nobody notices.
Perhaps the most common theme in the first half of this book is dissociation. Boot camp is designed to separate a boy’s actions from his reasoning self—the recruit is to do as he is ordered and when he is ordered. Moral qualms are suppressed in the pursuit of the ultimate goal—defeating the enemy. Life, even one’s own life, is expendable. Young entered recruit training as a lost young man looking for direction.
What he found is that the Corps is perfect at giving direction, and its first step is to take the human out of the boy, to remove the social veneer that society has created. It knows that there is no “I” in “Corps,” and that to prepare young men for war it must substitute the “T”—the Team—for the “I.” It must disconnect their minds from their brains so that they can operate in the insanity and confusion of war.
This separation of man from self reaches its pinnacle in Young’s early chapters. There he tells his story of boot camp as if it were a DVD and “this recruit”—a standard term for oneself at boot camp—is merely an observer. This is an unusual and very powerful way to describe recruit training, though I wonder if it isn’t a bit hyperbolic. I went through the Corps��� boot camp in the early 60’s and though there are distinct similarities between Young’s experience and this recruit’s, I did not find it as dehumanizing or as insane as did Young. It was weird, though.
As the book proceeds we follow Young through unpleasantries in Iraq during his first tour until his Humvee is blown up by an IED in his second tour. A fellow Marine is killed but Young suffers only broken bones—adding survivor's guilt to the heavy baggage he already carries. He is transferred back to the States where, between bouts of extremely heavy drinking and bizarre behavior, he undergoes training in urban warfare even though he need not return to Iraq--a third tour must be requested. We read his description of his life back in California and are afraid for him: he is a mental basket case consumed by drink, sex, and self-loathing.
After urban warfare training Young volunteers to return to Iraq and is given a cushy behind-the-lines job. This is the essence of military logic—train a man for terror and put him in a protected assignment; or the reverse—train him to be a clerk and put him in the trenches. It makes no sense. (I was one of the very few high school graduates in my recruit platoon, but I was assigned to a job that required absolutely no education beyond an ability to read at eighth grade level; a fellow recruit had been in an Army artillery unit before enlisting in the Corps—he was not assigned to an artillery unit in the Corps. Perhaps this is part of the Corps's training philosophy of eradicating your past.)
Young's often-repeated regret is that in his first tour he never got to kill anyone. But after his second tour it’s too late—when he volunteers for a third tour and returns to Iraq in 2008 he has a different role. No longer on the front lines, he is assigned to a regimental commander’s security team and lives in relative luxury with regular hot chow, access to a swimming pool, and other amenities.
Young breaks up with his longtime fiancé just before his four-year cotractis completed; he tells her that he is “just not a nice person.” We suspect that he is too nice for the role he has chosen, but it’s all semantics. Eventually he gets his life together: he stocps drinking, he marries and has children, he goes to graduate school. We wish him the best, and cringe at what he has experienced even though he never got to kill anyone.
Matt Young can write with imagination and candor, and we can expect another book soon. I’ll buy it.
This memoir takes every layer of the military experience and turns it on its head.
Heroism, drill instructors, war, comrades, and himself.
Matt Young spares nothing, and definitely not himself. One of the strongest chapters is about how he, as a senior officer, picks on a young recruit and drives the recruit into his own psychoses, and his own bad end.
This book is beyond cynical, and yet Young's tone pushes it back.
Every chapter is different - some are drawn even.
In conclusion, this book should be required reading for everyone, including civilians
This book is great - and beyond unique. I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone!
“Eat the Apple” is quite unlike anything I’ve read before. It is the story of the author’s three deployments in Iraq during the Gulf War, but told through a variety of narrative device. Some of the story is told like a conventional memoir. There are other parts however told in the third person where it feels like the author has separated from himself and lost all of his own agency as he narrates what happens around him. These sections are often some of the more absorbing and disturbing parts of the book. In addition to first and third person narratives, the author plays with form using questionnaires, drawings, or even writing some chapters in the form of a movie script. While this style does take a little while to adjust to, once the adjustment is made it is devastatingly effective. I can’t say that I “enjoyed” this book simply because it deals with such difficult subject matter. I wouldn’t call this an anti-war book necessarily as the author readily acknowledges the value of the friendships made in wartime. However, the things he does and sees in Iraq are not things human beings are meant to see or do. For this reason I give him a pass for a lot of the vulgarity that peppers the narrative that while funny at times, is still difficult to digest (the less you know about the ‘portable partner’ the better). In the end, this is the story of a messed up person going to a messed up war with a lot of other messed up people who see a lot of messed up things and end up returning home even more messed up than before.
At a time when a lamentable American president wants his own military parade in the nation’s capital, and when the general population tends to get unquestioningly smarmy at any mention of “our troops,” along comes Matt Young’s unhelpful Iraq war memoir Eat the Apple. For this reader, it’s a vastly overrated effort.
That war is hell, that its greatest harm may be to to the rank-and-file soldiers who wage it, is hardly news at this point. More than half a century ago, Arnold Wesker’s play Chips with Everything made the case memorably for me, and the case has since been reinforced by books, films, conversations and everything short of personal combat experience.
I don’t know what Young’s memoir is supposed to add. Perhaps a call for reinstatement of the military draft to improve the available recruit pool? I do know that this book offers some pretty lame writing, including several illustrated or diagrammed chapters, sometimes in outline form, which seem like the work of a high schooler facing a page requirement on a term paper.
Anyone who herald’s Young’s memoir as the new The Things They Carried needs to give that vital 1990 book by Tim O’Brien another read.
This is an interesting look at what it means to be a soldier today by a man who joined the Marines and served three tours in Iraq. It is an honest look at what serving really looks like as well as what our soldiers actually do and think while fighting for our country. It was an eye opening look but not in an expected way as the author describes a great deal of time spent doing nothing of value - watching TV, smoking, drinking, masturbating and shooting stray dogs. From reading many other versions of life at war, I have read tales that differed a great deal from this one, but the honesty was definitely here. Fortunately, our author also describes how he changed and grew from these experiences, making this a valuable resource for anyone thinking of serving.
Look I grew up as a navy brat before my father retired and settled his family in California so I was completely surrounded by relatives and friends who were in the military. I'm all for supporting the troops and I've read some amazing and inspirational works centered around soldiers in uniform, some motivational and others humorous describing life in the armed forces but Matt Young's memoir didn't do it for me. I found his method of trying to bring comic relief as a former Marine was poorly executed. From the atmosphere of hyper-masculinity permeated throughout his book to the blatant misuse of slurs to prove some point, his bio is completely lost in a sea of drivel and crude offensiveness.
Understand that the military isn't always PC but the overall tone is one of chauvinism, misogyny, homophobia, and religious ill-tolerance. Certainly, these are the traits that armed forces is trying to change but it's not helping that the author is using them without any clear direction or concept of what he is attempting to come across to the reader. I could only stomach this halfway before I gave up all together.
Sorry, this feels like a complete vanity project. I didn't relate or connect at all to Matt Young's story. If anything this is more like watching sophomoric frat boys chugging a keg and making inappropriate advances toward naïve young ladies.
"It's important to understand bullets don't stop just because they hit something."
Matt Young enlists in the Marines in the early 00's and eventually lives through three deployments to Iraq. It's a very dark war story with all of the typical 'no atheists in foxholes' kind of nihilism, but this is definitely not your typical memoir. There are medical diagnosis charts, screenplay scripts, second person narration, drawings, letters, and other formats that made this book darkly funny, and at times, extremely serious.
I don't know, though. Even though I liked this memoir, the variety of formats presented weren't enough to keep me from skimming through multiple sections that held little interest to me. Perhaps because I am not well-schooled in the ways of combat, deployment, the Marines, or any branch of the Armed Services, for that matter.
I give this book 3.5 stars for originality.
Note: A free digital copy of this book was provided to me by the publisher and NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Young's writing style (first-person, third-person, mock interview, sketches resembling something from a junior high notebook) was all over the map in this vignette collection about his four years as a grunt in the U.S. Marines. I'm not sure that mood whiplash always worked in the book's favor.
His take on his USMC experiences seemed unique. Some subjects / chapters (like 'Trajectory,' about shooting and wounds) were outstanding, while others ('Mt. Marine Corps') heavily depend on individual sense of humor. In 'Soapbox' there were some striking moments of insight and truth.
So while it was good, it also seemed like the author was intent on keeping things (or the reader) at arm's length. Because of that it may be off-putting compared to other memoirs / autobiographies.
“You’ve chosen the United States Marine Corps infantry based on one thing: You got drunk last night and crashed your car into a fire hydrant sometime in the early morning and think-because your idea of masculinity is severely twisted and damaged by the male figures in your life and the media with which you surround yourself-that the only way to change is the self-flagellation achieved by signing up for war.”
First of all I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all of the bold men, women and others who played their part in pulling together some vast resources, wasting trillions of dollars in tax payers money, killing thousands of civilians, scarring and displacing millions more to enrich more western corporations, creating the biggest terrorist recruitment drive, possibly in recorded history, which has contributed to the continuous migrant crises and made the people of the western European towns and cities and beyond, vulnerable, afraid and exposed, whilst those who caused it and profited it, remain largely untouched leaving the rest of the world to deal with the fallout. Thank you for your service.
There’s certainly no attempt to romanticize or glorify the idea of war in here, the harrowing portrayal Young gives in here, reveals a bully’s paradise, a haven for the damaged, broken and nasty, the author shows a remarkable degree of self-awareness and quite the capacity for self-analysis and ultimately self-criticism. I suppose I’ve read a fair amount of these Iraq/Afghan War accounts and to be honest – I can’t think of a better one than this. This really has something-many things that most of the others don’t and this was a great read.
“A human can’t act on a bullet once the bullet has entered the human; there is too much velocity, too much power. Most times the human doesn’t even know the bullet has entered them until it has exited or become lodged somewhere against some dense bone or within thick tissue.”
Disclaimer: I received this proof copy published by Bloomsbury Publishing courtesy of Pansing Distributors in exchange for my honest review.
Eat the Apple is a beautiful and honest memoir that explores masculinity and the consequences of war on one impressionable young soldier, the author himself, Matt Young.
At the age of eighteen, after crashing his car into a fire hydrant (don’t drink and drive kids), Matt Young decided to join the Marine Corps. Fleeing his teenage life, he survived the training bases of California and then three deployments to Iraq. This book is the searing and truthful response to those years in service, and is a tell-all on military culture and the vulnerability of those on the front line, aside from the misguided motivations that drove a young man to war.
I was slightly confused with this one. 50 pages in, I was unsure if I’d be able to finish this at all and it’s not because it’s a bad read, it’s just not a solid attempt at what I thought this book might be about (at first). However, things did change from then on, and putting down this book, I am able to see it in a new light and respect the author for sharing his account of literally everything he wanted to share with his readers from his time in deployment. There are several doodles throughout the book that add up to it being more interesting.
What I enjoyed very much from this memoir is that it is very honest, and there is humour in it too. It also has its sweet moments, and I could take the author’s words and use it in my life as well. In a sense, I understand where the author is coming from, and Eat the Apple does good in connecting its readers to the war world, without it being too much.
All in all, Eat the Apple is a solid memoir on war and the marines, and does good at being a role model for individuals who might seem unsure of what they are doing with their lives. It might not be everyone’s cup of tea but I encourage readers to take a sip and see if they want more.
(This post was originally shared and posted in the KL Book Appreciation Club Page).
This was a really compelling read about a boy going to war. It's not necessarily new ground. If you watched Jarhead or Hurt Locker, you'll be familiar with some of what's covered. This is really set apart by two things. The first is the unflinching examination of himself, of the corps, of hero worship, and of some of the toxic and broken systems that take boys and create broken men. Knowing that it's a memoir really makes some of this a struggle, you know how hard it must have been to shine that light on yourself and put those words to paper. I only hope it was therapeutic as well. The second is the variety of styles used. Plays, letters, sketches, more traditional first and third party narrative and more all serve to reflect the mental state of Young and provide some window into how he approaches it all. This was a good one.
When I read a book that is described as “...a daring, twisted, and darkly hilarious story of American youth and masculinity in an age of continuous war...” I was picturing something along the lines of Richard Hooker’s M*A*S*H series or Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. This book was closer to what happens when All Quiet on the Western Front meets Full Metal Jacket in Fallujah. Any humor was of the gallows kind. Certainly not a happy book to curl up with just before the holidays.
But don’t get me wrong – this book is still an excellent read. Raw in the extreme, honest to the bone, this memoir chronicles a swaggering testosterone-pumped youth from his decision to join the Marines in 2005 to the end of this third (!) tour in Iraq, an odyssey stretches 2009. No punches are pulled in describing the experiences – both internal and external – of being a deployed Marine during the depths of the Iraq war.
Like memories, each chapter is brief (five pages or fewer), and deals with a unique aspect (such as self-doubt, or dehumanization) or event (such as Basic Training or an IED attack). Reading the book felt like paging through someone’s memories, watching the images flash by like a brutal slide show. My only criticisms were that a great deal of Marine jargon was used with little in the way of context to derive a definition. Civvies like me will need to Google plenty of terms. If you’re former Corps, you’ll probably have no problems.
I recommend this book, especially if you plan on writing about combat soldiers. However, be sure that your mind is in a comfortable place before you start reading. This book does an excellent job of not comforting preconceived notions. It truly brings meaning to the statement, “...you don’t know, you weren’t there...”
Such mixed feelings about this book. There is a part of me that appreciates the vulnerability and openness and it makes clear why soldiers without solid missions who risk their lives come back so screwed up. Probably because of my age, I felt like there was a LOT of oversharing.
But this was a book that had its most powerful moments at the end: ‘I worry about long-term implications of calling everyone who serves in the military a hero. Like creating a generation of veterans who believe everything they did was good and that they really were defending the people of the United States and not oil interests. It feels like we’re creating an army of fanatics.’
I believe that anyone who served is a hero but I also believe it doesn’t make what they do right.
This is a nonfiction account of an 18 yr old who got drunk, wrapped his car around a fire hydrant and decided to then enlist in the Marines. It tells of the fear, boredom, and unbearable conditions the soldiers have to live with.
I read this because I am truly interested in the experience of serving our country in inhospitable places. I have talked to men who have served and they won’t/can’t talk about it. This book shed some light on that. War. A horrible choice, with devastating consequences.
This book is why I read. Experiences no one should have but everyone should know about. Dark, funny, ultimately redeeming. Young was able to turn his three deployments into a narrative that helped him heal and helps us understand the horrors of sending young people to a pointless war.
One of the most disturbing and accomplished memoirs I've ever read, Eat the Apple is a series of brutal and explosive vignettes about the author's experience as a Marine in Iraq. The memoir is suffused with gallows humor, as well as shame, guilt, and regret. If you're interested in creative approaches to storytelling, or want to know what it's like to serve in the military during war time, this book is for you. It's a hard read, but an important one.
Experimenting with different story structures or just syntax in general is usually a good thing. Reading something new that has a creative edge can shake things up for a reader. Matt Young happens to go too far with trying new ways to shape his "memoir" " Eat the Apple". It feels less a memoir and more a connected string of stories. Every chapter presents the reader with a different form. One chapter may mix in drawings while another may present its' particular story via a checklist. The problem here is that the story ultimately comes off as cold since the story is chopped up into little pieces. Having a distant relationship to someone writing about their war experiences in Iraq is strange to say, but it is true here. Young also adopts a committed sardonic tone which is fine, but it wears you down after a while. Compare it to Tim O'Brien's blissfully arrogant "If I Die in a Combat Zone, Box Me Up and Ship Me Home" and the differences are stunning. Young forces a sarcastic tone whereas O'Brien comes across as a young arrogant soldier struggling through another controversial war. The often forced vulgarity takes you out of the story. Sure, it is known that anything goes in the military, but to present a vulgar story while or right after trying to convey a poignant point about how you got sucked into a war which seemingly no one cares about doesn't always work. Not everyone can be as consistently moving as Remarque in "All Quiet on the Western Front", but Young is successful a lot which shows a specific gift as a writer. Young DOES hit some poignant points, specifically when he is talking about him cheating on his fiancee, working through his PTSD stemming from an IED blast, and developing a severe dependency for alcohol. While parts do hit home others fall flat due to the structure; a mixed bag, but one I would recommend nonetheless.
Modern war memoirs not my go-to genre, but this one caught my eye: it was only 5 bucks at an academic conference, has an irreverent sounding title, and Matt Young appears to be an English major. I'm glad I picked it up.
A creative take on the memoir as Young moves from first-person to third-person to multiple unexpected genres. I earmarked a number of the short chapters as potentially effective readings for a course on writing: "Light green or dark green" about race, "Future perfect" about imagined bad sex, "Brothers" about sexuality, "Positive identification which uses dog tags to explore the death of a fellow marine (reminded me of Tim O'Brien's "Lemon tree" vignette in his "How to tell a true war story).
It's unvarnished truth which puts it all out there--no disrespect and no over valorizing what it means to serve in the marines. Near the end this messiness and truth are aptly described, "There is no light pollution in Iraq...bombs dropped, buildings collapsed, people died. But now there are stars" (230).
A lot of reviewers appear to forget that this book wasn’t written for them. It’s disjointed, gross, crude. Like a majority of people, including myself, who joined the military for equal parts a sense of duty, history, misguided testosterone, and a yearning to fill the hole left by an absent father, life during this period was mostly disjointed, largely uncouth, and mostly crude in every possible way.
I owe a lot to the military, and I think our relationship was mostly mutually beneficial, but I have no illusions about its status as a machine that grinds people into the gears necessary for the work. There are memoirs that romanticize it and others that paint it all in a sinister light, and they’re equally accurate in that they represent perspectives under different light sources. Matt Young’s perspective is 100% accurate for a kid without direction who looked for something and found something else.
Like Matt, I never found the father I was looking for in the military, which was an unconscious disappointment that I think I never really got over. Similar to him, I have a mountain of regrets. Ironically, some of them still seep in at night and make me cringe myself back to sleep. I did find a sort of family. They remain the people to whom I’m probably the closest, certainly the only ones to whom I feel like I can really relate. Some of them are gone, which probably weighs heavier on me than I let on. It certainly informs my career decisions, in that personal happiness trumps outward success. I owe them more than that, but it seems like a decent initial investment.
Reading the book was like looking in a mirror at a much younger me, who thought that doing a thing would fix it all. Then every time I did it…anticlimax. A lot of things seem great in theory, but sitting in the back of darkened aircraft traveling to places where other people don't like you stops being theoretical as soon as you exit said aircraft. One friend who’s no longer around told me that “it” wasn’t what he thought it would be. I get it. Matt gets it, and he wrote about it, unlike the rest of us. This book isn’t for everyone. Five stars.
Surprise! This 50s born, make-love-not-war liberal hippie highly recommends this one! I love the honesty, the irony, and the comedy. I remember when we went looking for weapons of mass destruction after 9-11. I was working at a middle school and shook my head when the geography teacher responded to my “I’m afraid that this will be another Viet Nam, where we’ll be fighting for decades and start wondering what for?” with “Nope. We’ll be in and out. You have to look at the terrain.” And I’m thinking of how he doesn’t know about the caves there. He was ‘Past-me’. This book helped me get inside that teacher’s head. And I’ll admit that I gloated a bit when ‘Me’ presents that a long-term implication is that veterans fought for oil interests rather than defending Americans. P.S. This book is not a depressing war story. It’s full of “too funny”!
I would give this a 3 for his writing style. Very unique and it was actually one of the reasons that I kept reading the book. I'm not a big fan of books relating to war so I quickly read over certain parts. If you are someone who enjoys this genre, then I would say this is a good book for you. I have to think that the way this book was written will be different than most others and would suggest taking a look at it. It is definitely honest and doesn't sugar coat anything so if you are easily offended, this won't be for you. If he writes any other books on different subjects, I will definitely check them out.
Matt Young survived basic training and three deployments to Iraq. This stylistically daring, bitingly ironic, darkly funny, brutally honest memoir chronicles those experiences.
"Enforcing that every service member is a hero is dangerous. You're going to meet some tough Marines who did some real heroic shit, but I don't know if that makes them heroes. I don't know if everyone can really be a hero. I worry about the long-term implications of calling everyone who serves in the military a hero." (240)