Sometimes the feeling you get when you close a book carries the day. So it is with July, July, whose small-scale looks at members of a 1969 Minnesota college graduating class add up satisfyingly in the final tally.
Tim O’Brien made his name by writing about the war in Vietnam, and while this isn’t a “Vietnam book,” the characters who populate July, July are obviously children of that era, and the war’s legacy is felt, as is typical in O’Brien's novels.
In this quietly sharp book, the Darton Hall college Class of 1969 gathers for a 30th reunion in July 2000 (no, the math intentionally doesn’t add up). O’Brien’s general approach is to alternate the now of the reunion and how these 10 or so main characters reminisce and form new relationships, with revealing or transformative chronicling (sometimes very short in time span, sometimes showing us many years) of their lives between the then of 1969 and the now of 2000.
At 306 pages, and with 10 of these backward-looking chapters wrapped around the generally shorter reunion chapters, the math, again, doesn’t quite add up to truly deep character studies. Clearly, that’s not the point. If O’Brien wanted that sort of truly-get-inside-everyone sprawl, this baby would be 600 pages. So his approach is tight and fairly quick, more snapshot than scrapbook. This has the drawback of making it a little tougher to keep the characters straight. I saw this coming early on and put together a cheat sheet in about five minutes that helped; some readers might want to do this, though truly it's not that confusing. On the plus side, the vignettes from the past are always interesting, have sharp dialogue and don’t stretch credulity too much. Interesting lives, then, with good “hooks” that usually don’t feel artificially trumped up by the author.
And while only a couple of these characters felt direct repercussions from Vietnam, it’s worth noting the most interesting character and who inspires the best writing from O'Brien is one who fought there and lost a leg, David Todd. Todd is haunted by the voice on a radio he heard while crawling around and (he thought) waiting to die alone near a river. This is searing stuff, both the then and now.
Elsewhere, there’s a draft dodger and the woman who decided not to come with him to Winnipeg; a disgraced female minister; a woman who pulled out of a new marriage after a casino winning streak; a woman who saw the man she was having an affair with drown.
During the several days of reunion festivities, characters reconnect, hook up, reminisce, lay themselves bare. Good, solid stuff that doesn’t feel forced; it feels real.
Twitchy readers might be put off keeping track of the characters; some will feel July, July isn’t “big” enough. Love, tragedy and pain may build us up or knock us down, but inevitably make us who we are. By the end of this good-but-not-great novel, O'Brien and the Class of ’69 had me, flaws and all.