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I was a little startled to learn that Thomas E. Kennedy, who appears to be well respected in literary circles, has not had any books published in the U.S. until In The Company Of Angels.  I had heard his name and his Copenhagen Quartet mentioned in various places, but had never taken the time to search him out.  Luckily I received this review copy.  From what I can tell, In The Company of Angels is the third book of the Copenhagen Quartet and was originally titled Greene’s Summer.

Bernard Greene, a poetry teacher, survived brutal torture in Chile under Pinochet’s regime and is now in Copenhagen receiving treatment at a survivor center. His wife and son are among The Disappeared. He is at first enamored by and then befriends Michela Ibsen who  has survived domestic abuse, a daughter’s suicide, and is currently in an abusive relationship with a man 10 years her junior.  The chapters of the book alternate focusing on these two and the cast of characters that surrounds them, including Bernardo’s psychologist, Dr. Kristensen, who becomes  haunted by the things Bernardo has told him;  Michela’s twisted boyfriend, Voss; and Michela’s curmudgeonly father, who is dying of cancer.

The novel revolves around its characters reconciling themselves with who they have become.  Some are trying to re-establish their sense of human worth.  Bernardo imagines the following conversation early in the novel as he struggles to find reasons to leave his apartment:

One question, Dr. Kristensen: How much of a survivor, in fact, survives? How much must remain of a survivor for him also to be called a man? Some of us who are still present and accounted for perhaps are desaparecido nonetheless, invisible pieces missing from the whole… Perhaps there is nothing left there, doctor. Perhaps it is all gone.  Perhaps all that is left is the screaming.  Empty screaming to fill empty ears.

Others, like Voss and Dr. Kristensen, are slowly devolving as confusion and paranoia begin to warp their thinking. Voss becomes obsessed with Michela and his own perversions.  Dr. Kristensen, who was obsessed with Bernardo’s case, begins to have waking nightmares from the things he has heard.

As both titles,  In The Company of Angels and Greene’s Summer, suggest, this is ultimately a novel of hope and resilience.  I don’t want to give any spoilers, but even Voss and Dr. Kristensen have glimmers of hope in their darkened states. It is a refreshing literary read.

Kennedy’s descriptions of Copenhagen and the summer season are excellent. David Applefield writes, “Kennedy does for Copenhagen what Joyce did for Dublin.”  This book will make you want to read the accompanying three.  You can read more about the Copenhagen Quartet and Thomas E. Kennedy at his website.

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If you’ve ever read Jack Kerouac, I encourage you to check out the documentary One Fast Move or I’m Gone. As the subtitle hints, the documentary focuses on the book Big Sur, which is deemed Kerouac’s darkest book.  Because the book is basically Kerouac dealing with his demons on the page for everyone to see, the documentary gives a really intimate view of who Kerouac was, contradictions and all.  Plus, it has Tom Waits in it, so it has to be good, right?

The soundtrack by Jay Farrar and Ben Gibbard is also worth checking out.

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Sebastian Junger’s War will be for the Afghanistan war what Michael Herr’s Dispatches was for the Vietnam War.  By capturing the unabashed experience of a platoon of soldiers in Afghanistan’s Korengal Valley, Junger has captured the essence of this war for this generation.  He doesn’t debate politics, because the politics of it all mean very little to the men fighting.  What matters is their collective survival and doing their job.   Junger uses biology, psychology, and military history to put what these men are going through mentally and physically into context.

Junger made five trips into the Korengal Valley over the course of a year.  He writes this about the valley:

The Korengal Valley is sort of the Afghanistan of Afghanistan: too remote to conquer, too poor to intimidate, too autonomous to buy off.  The Soviets never made it past the mouth of the valley and the Taliban didn’t dare go in there at all.

It is a sparsely populated slit of steep mountainsides and draws near Pakistan, and it was the most dangerous posting in Afghanistan.  It is nicknamed the Valley of Death.  The U.S. withdrew all troops from the valley a month before Junger’s book was published, stating a shift in strategy in the larger war effort.

Junger follows several men more than others, but he never delves into one soldier’s character completely.  They are a collective, and they operate as a whole.  He finds that the best fighting men are the worst garrison soldiers.  They’re troublemakers.  In fact the platoon has a tradition of beating all new members, including officers.  They beat guys when they go to and come back from R&R.  The only way you can leave without getting beaten is to be wounded or dead. Speaking of being poor garrison soldiers, one soldier states, “Okay, I got to shine my fucking boots.  Why do I care about shining my goddamn boots?”  But these are the men you want with you in a firefight.

The sheer physical toil of the war is almost unbelievable.  The men tote 80 to 100 pound packs up and down steep slopes.  The rocks shred their clothes. They carve an outpost out of mountainside in the middle of the night.  The outposts are infested with fleas and tarantulas.  And not least of all, they receive enemy fire on almost a daily basis. Junger states that the men reek of ammonia because they have burned all the fat from their bodies and are now burning muscle.

The only thing worse than the physicality of the war is the psychological strain.  One soldier compares the rush of adrenaline from a firefight to crack, and many of the mean don’t know how they will handle returning to the States.  Junger writes:

The attention to detail at a base like Restrepo forced a kind of clarity on absolutely everything a soldier did until I came to think of it as a kind of Zen practice: the Zen of not fucking up.  It required a high mindfulness because potentially everything had consequences.

Of course the war in Afghanistan has its own peculiarities, but it is still war.  It shares what all wars have in common. When one of the men discusses signing back up after his tour despite all of the terror and violence he has experienced, Junger writes:

War is a big and sprawling word that brings a lot of human suffering into the conversation, but combat is a different matter.  Combat is the smaller game that young men fall in love with, and any solution to the human problem of war will have to take into account the psyches of these young men.  For some reason there is a profound and mysterious gratification to the reciprocal agreement to protect another person with your life, and combat is virtually the only situation in which that happens regularly.  These hillsides of loose shale and holly trees are where the men feel not most alive- that you can get skydiving- but the most utilized.  The most necessary.  The most clear and certain and purposeful.  If young men could get that feeling at home, no one would ever want to go to war again, but they can’t.

Sebastian Junger and photographer Tim Hetherington filmed a Sundance award-winning documentary about their experiences with Battle Company in the Korengal Valley.  The film is name Restrepo, after the base carved in the mountainside.  The base was named after a medic who was killed.

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