I thought I’d step away, for a little while, from my usual
topics about writing, and bring you a review of a novel I finished recently, Fallen
Angels.
If you’ve read it, you already have a lot of images going
through your head: some good, some not.
If you’ve heard of it from uber-conservative friends, you’re
probably thinking of it as some kind of pagan book full of obscenities.
Fallen Angels is a
historical fiction novel (by Walter Dean Myers) set in Vietnam in 1968. History
buffs will recognize this date right away, and everyone else ought to have a vague
idea of what that date means. Coupled with the country, it shouldn’t be too
hard to figure out what this novel is about.
But just to humor you, I’ll sum it up: It’s about a young
New Yorker (from Haarlem) who joins up and is deployed during the Vietnam War. It
follows him and his unit through its deployment.
I’ll separate my review into a few small categories, but
first I want to discuss what I meant in the third paragraph above. Fallen Angels is real. I mean that in
the sense that it shows war and people for who and what they are. Fallen Angels is about as gritty a war
novel as you can find. It’s not overly gory, but it’s intense, and there are
moments where even I – very not squeamish – winced and hurried on. If someone
made this novel into a movie and kept its contents intact, it’d get an R rating
for strong language throughout, strong violence, and some sexual references.
This novel is not a child’s book. I wouldn’t recommend it to
anyone under sixteen, and not to anyone with a weak stomach for violence and
language.
Now that that’s over with, let’s get on with the real review:
Characters: This
book is about a young fellow named Perry. He’s joined by a large cast of
characters, including men like Monaco, Peewee, Johnson, and more. Each one of
them is unique, and there are just enough of them that are quirky to make it
humorous. The way they rub against each other in the wrong way makes the
moments where they’re working as a team all that more real. They’re here to
survive first, and friends just come as a byproduct.
A very real byproduct.
Even the way in which Myers deals with PTSD endears the
reader to the characters. These aren’t the kinds of characters fangirls squeal
over (in fact I doubt this novel has very many female fans to begin with), but
they’re real. Lobel and Peewee become the reader’s best friend almost before
Perry does. Even the characters we hate and those we’re supposed to hate are
real to us. The Viet Cong are real people, even though, as it’s put by one
character, “…they ain’t real till you know they names and what they eat. Then
they real.” We don’t get any glimpses of the dietary habits of the enemy, but
they’re still living, breathing beings.
Emotion: If there’s
one thing this book does best, it’s emotion. It’s another one of those books
that use the word ‘was’ well. It places just enough emphasis on things that are
distant while making the constant tension, fear, and the almost-sick feeling of
combat hang in the air. No two characters deal with what they do and what they
see the same way, but each way is crafted wonderfully with just the right
words.
There isn’t a single moment where the emotions are glossed
over, even the ones the readers might not want to deal with. When the battalion
(including Perry’s unit) have to burn the bodies of their dead, we see the
shock, the desperation, the disgust, and the despair. Humanity isn’t
sugar-coated, here.
Conflict and
Resolution: Every chapter is filled with conflict. Some of them are little
things, like which unit won the volleyball game, but a lot of the conflict is
huge: skirmishes, suicide bombings, guerrillas and more. The characters live in
a nightmare where they’ll never wake up. Right from the start we experience
what it was like to be in Vietnam: from the heat and the bugs to the sicknesses
to the landmines to the all-out firefights.
It’s not an easy read, especially when you consider how real
these sorts of situations were, but it’s truthful.
The conflict forms a series of themes revolving around
friendship and loyalty. Myers doesn’t cram in a bunch of patriot junk about
being on the ‘right side’, he shows the fight for what it is: about surviving.
Lastly, this book ends at perhaps the best spot possible. I
actually turned the page, hoping for more.
All I got was an ‘about the author’. *grumbles*
But then again, that’s how all endings should be.
I give Fallen Angels 8.5/10,
disregarding whatever thoughts I may have about the mature content.
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