{"id":188,"date":"2008-09-11T00:14:20","date_gmt":"2008-09-11T04:14:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mookse.wordpress.com\/?p=188"},"modified":"2017-09-25T18:14:56","modified_gmt":"2017-09-25T22:14:56","slug":"tim-obriens-the-things-they-carried","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2008\/09\/11\/tim-obriens-the-things-they-carried\/","title":{"rendered":"Tim O’Brien: The Things They Carried<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Things They Carried<\/span>
\n<\/em><\/strong>by Tim O’Brien (1990) <\/span>
\nBroadway (1998) <\/span>
\n246 pp<\/span><\/p><\/h3><\/div>

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I<\/span> discovered\u00a0The Things They Carried<\/em> years ago after reading its title piece, the short story \"The Things They Carried,\" which could stand alone and is widely anthologized by itself today. The book itself\u00a0is a compilation of 22 short stories, but that's somewhat misleading; The Things They Carried <\/em>is a single work that should be approached as a whole. Indeed, it is the way the stories work with each other that makes them so effective. After a request from Max Cairnduff, I decided to revisit this great war novel to review it here \u2014 it is, after all, one of my favorites.<\/p>\n

While this book is marked as fiction (indeed on the title page it says \"A work of fiction\"), that is apparently only partly true. O'Brien grew up where some of the characters grew up. He went to Vietnam and was involved in many of the events depicted in the novel. By categorizing what could be his memoirs as fiction he is not just avoiding the problems that have arisen recently with memoirist who like to put somewhat of a spin on their life. That what he's written here, though it didn't happen, is just as true as what did is part of the point of the book. But more on that later. Let's start by looking at the title story, before it all gets complicated by \"truth.\"<\/p>\n

On its own, the short story \"The Things They Carried\" is an excellent \u2014 probably one of the best \u2014 works of fiction about war (though I have never been to war and cannot vouch for that<\/em> part of it). It's incredibly detailed with little monotonous facts.<\/p>\n

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As PFCs or Spec 4s, most of them were common grunts and carried the standard M-16 gas-operated assault rifle. The weapon weighed 7.5 pounds unloaded, 8.2 pounds with its full 20-round magazine. Depending on numerous factors, such as topography and psychology, the riflemen carried anywhere from 12 to 20 magazines, usually in cloth bandoliers, adding on another 8.4 pounds at minimum, 14 pounds at maximum. When it was available, they also carried M-16 maintenance gear \u2014 rods and steel brushes and swabs and tubes of LSA oil \u2014 all of which weighed about a pound.\u00a0Among the grunts, some carried the M-79 grenade launcher, 5.9 pounds unloaded, a reasonably light weapon except for the ammunition, which was heavy. A single round weighed 10 ounces.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This partially disinterested manner of presenting details works a devastating tone when O'Brien leads into the next sentence:<\/p>\n

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The typical load was 25 rounds. But Ted Lavender, who was scared, carried 34 rounds when he was shot and killed outside the Than Khe, and he went down under an exceptional burden, more than 20 pounds of ammunition, plus the flak jacket and helmet and rations and water and toilet paper and tranquilizers and all the rest, plus the unweighed fear.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The piece is wonderfully balanced. As you can see from the pull-quote, the beginning lists the many physical objects and their weight these soldiers are carrying. As the piece goes on, however, we see that they are carrying so much more.<\/p>\n

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Some things they carried in common. Taking turns, they carried the big PRC-77 scrambler radio, which weighed 30 pounds with its batter. They shared the weight of memory. They took up what others could no longer bear. Often, they carried each other, the wounded or weak. They carried infections. They carried chess sets, basketballs, Vietnamese-English dictionaries, insignia of rank, Bronze stars and Purple Hearts, plastic cards imprinted with the Code of Conduct. They carried diseases, among them malaria and dysentery. They carried lice and ringworm and leeches and paddy algae and various rots and molds. They carried the land itself \u2014 Vietnam, the place, the soil \u2014 a powdery orange-red dust that covered their boots and fatigues and faces. They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.\u00a0They moved like mules.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Though at this point it might appear so, this is not just a long list: each soldier in the troop, though given only a short space, is brought to life by the detail that O'Brien uses to describe what that soldier is carrying.\u00a0And particularly Lieutenant Jimmy Cross, who feels guilty about the death of Ted Lavender, is brought to life in poignant ways. The story drifts around like a dream \u2014 or, rather, like a delusion brought on by fatigue.<\/p>\n

But \"The Things They Carried\" is not the only thing that recommends the book The Things They Carried<\/em>. O'Brien is dealing with his own demons through writing, and he's allowing us to experience this process with him. Here's what he says at the end of one of the stories:<\/p>\n

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Forty-three years old, and the war occurred half a lifetime ago, and yet the remembering makes it now. And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The stories begin to intertwine with one another as O'Brien then takes the reader into a great metafictional treatment of the memoir and especially of writing about war. O'Brien makes a distinction between \"story-truth\" and \"happening truth,\" saying at one point that \"story-truth is sometimes truer than happening-truth.\" As he explores the nature of story telling, O'Brien freely contradicts events as portrayed in an earlier story, and then sometimes goes on to contradict his contradiction. Though this is a book about his own experience, he remains as elusive as Philip Roth does in the Zuckerman novels. We don't know who O'Brien is. But that's not the point. What we are getting here is an attempt to say something truer than his simple memoir could be, something that adopts the contradictions we find in life when we really stop to think about things.<\/p>\n

So, as you probably can see, though this is a book of short stories, it really should be read in its entirety and from start to finish. Though this was a revisit for me, it was still very profound and affected me as much \u2014 or more \u2014 this time as the first time I read it.<\/p>\n

At one point O'Brien writes the following:<\/p>\n

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A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I'm not sure if I'm a victim of the lie or not, but O'Brien's work here is definitely a masterpiece, something that uplifts even as it shows the ugliness and absurdity of war. The Things They Carried<\/em> was a finalist for the 1991 Pulitzer Prize, which was won by Updike's Rabbit at Rest<\/em>. It's almost too bad both books were published the same year because The Things They Carried<\/em> just might be the most valuable piece of literature to come from the Vietnam war, and it deserves the timelessness a Pulitzer can bestow.<\/p>\n<\/div>