The Turtle Warrior affected me so much that as often is the case, I procrastinate on the review process and am not quite sure how to go about getting my words on to paper. I read this book a month ago!
This is not simply a story of a family fractured by the Vietnam War, the families left behind, or the senseless loss of lives in the carnage that is war. This is about two families intersecting in a remote, harsh yet beautiful wilderness of Wisconsin. The terrain which forms this part of the world contributes to the story in a way; the remoteness, the hunting, the dogged hard work required to make a successful living out of the unyielding ground, the snow, the trees, the beauty. There is a life force of its own inside the never-ending fields.
The Lucas siblings love each other very much, the younger Bill adores his teenage brother Jimmy, who is able to turn away from their father, learning that the father’s way does not need to be emulated by the offspring. The Lucas family are ruled by the most awful fictional father one could think of. John Lucas is a brute, an alcoholic liar, terrorising his innocent family. Young Bill withstands the most of this. It is life changing behaviour that his father imparts, this is unavoidable. My heart broke for him repeatedly. This forms a great deal of the heart of the novel.
The beautiful couple next door, Ernie and Rosemary, are unable to have children of their own. They open their home to Bill as often as they could, very aware of their neighbour’s perilous situation. As much as the brutal father squanders and uses his fists and is useless on his own farm, Ernie is capable, strong and humble. Through Ernie’s back story, his role in WWII and musings on the life lessons imparted by his father, we see the amazing strength of character and the wonderful father he would have been had circumstances been different. Ernie, over the years, becomes Bill’s role model, he loves this boy and I loved him for this.
But rather than let hatred eat him, Claude Morriseau stepped away from people who could not be helped, distancing harm so that it petered out on its own volition or turned back and bit its owner.
The story is told in alternating and very distinct voices, the character development and the love poured into them to nurture each other was astounding. The story was beautiful.
Jimmy heads to Vietnam, chooses to go, to escape in this fashion. Bill mourns his brother, the devastating outcome almost killing his mother, Claire. Bill is not yet ten years of age and takes on the caregiver role, feeding, cleaning and making sure she stays alive. Protecting her somehow from the miserable patriarch. Also relentlessly bullied by children at school given his mother’s transportation to another world after losing Jimmy, talking to herself vividly, wildly gesticulating as soon as Bill hops onto the school bus. Yet another cross to bear for this innocent man-child.
Claire is a mother who loves her children dearly, but the cards dealt made this impossible. I was hoping she would come through the other end. "Small towns are often like chicken coops. They don’t like or accept difference or change. If one hen is molting or is hurt and the rest of them aren’t, they will peck at that bird until she is bloody. I’ve seen hens that were molting,” his mother said, “get pecked to death.”
Bill is caught up in such tremendous grief which will almost claim his life, if not for the wonderful neighbours who become family. Ernie and Rosemary wrap what is left of Bill’s family in extreme love, wisdom and kindness I was almost undone by this story.
Rosemary had been a nurse in the war, she also was capable, strong and spirited. Her and Ernie made a wonderful pair, and through them we see life is not easy, marriage even harder, but if we work together most things can be overcome. Then Jimmy lost the lottery. In her grief, Claire Lucas woke up and, realizing that she had another son, kept little Bill close to home after that. And Ernie and I lost both of them. I don’t know who I cried more for, Ernie and me or Jimmy and Bill.
This well written, remarkable book will stay with me always. Bill is the character which shines, but I loved them all, the ones that were left living. They were kin, maybe not all bound by blood, but this does not matter one single bit. Lovingly descripted providing beautiful imagery, I was there with these beautiful people. He will also tell them of the kindness of people. They are alive because biology does not always determine destiny and goodness can arise from the most hellish of conditions.
Again, another long review, I tend not to be able to be succinct these days. I highly recommend this book, there is so much to ponder, it is very special. My book of the year.
I read the physical copy of this book, furnished to me via my local library by an inter library loan, all the way from Orange Council Library. With the old fashioned loans slip filled in on the front cover. So cute!