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A Vietnam War novel set in Barcelona and Illinois, written by a Spaniard, December 5, 2009
Having now made five or six attempts at beginning this review, I am coming to the conclusion that THE SPEED OF LIGHT is a particularly difficult book to review. So I will try a somewhat pointillistic approach and hope that some sort of picture emerges.
There are two protagonists. First, the anonymous narrator, who is a writer from Barcelona. At the time of his tale (2005?), he is in his forties. The second is Rodney Falk, a Vietnam war veteran who spent the 35 years after the war trying to put his war experiences behind him and somehow carve out a stable life for himself. The two of them meet in the late '80s when they share an office as teaching assistants in the Spanish Department at the University of Illinois in Urbana. Against all odds, they end up forging a friendship, albeit a strange and sometimes strained one.
There are two main settings: Barcelona and its environs, and Urbana, Illinois and a town not far away, Rantoul. The first half of the story takes place in the late '80s, with much of that consisting of the narrator learning some (but not all) of Rodney Falk's harrowing and traumatic experiences in Vietnam. The second half of the novel takes place around 2002 to 2004, when Rodney Falk reappears in the narrator's life after 14 years and the narrator learns even more about his time in Vietnam.
The novel is elaborately plotted. It also is ornately told. It is marked (some might say "marred") by long, baroque sentences, many lengthened by numerous conjunctions, others by a thicket of subordinate clauses. In my opinion, it is over-written.
The theme that almost all readers will note and remember has to do with the American experience in Vietnam and how it scarred so many of the American soldiers who survived the fighting. It is both astonishing and disconcerting to find a Spaniard writing so close to the raw quick about that episode of the American experience, both in Southeast Asia and here at home. I believe THE SPEED OF LIGHT to be a worthy addition to the literature of Vietnam and its aftermath in the United States.
Another theme has to do with success and failure in one's career, and since the narrator is a writer, the question of success and failure for him also entails the questions of what it is to be a writer and what's more important to a novel -- the telling or the truth. I found this theme much less convincingly or memorably handled.
Yet another theme or issue -- not as obvious as the first two or as persistent -- concerns the ethics of journalism. A question posed by the novel is: which is more important, people or The Truth? When, for example, journalists get on the trail of a 35-year-old story about Tiger Force, an autonomous U.S. platoon that essentially acted as an American guerrilla force, are there any ethical qualms about hounding, in the name of The Truth, former American soldiers who have struggled for years to put the past behind them and for whom publicity will ruin them? (To my mind, it is a somewhat loaded question -- because The Truth is an illusion. That doesn't mean that journalists or historians should not make a valiant effort to approximate it nonetheless, but it does mean, to me, that there are ethical limits to that effort, that individual lives should not be cavalierly sacrificed before the altar of The Truth.)
One last comment: Is it just me (or a statistical aberration pertaining to the modern novels I have recently been reading), or has it become vogue to tell novels through an anonymous first-person narrator? This device is not limited to those writing in Spanish (my beloved and esteemed W.G. Sebald employs it, although his narrator is more a spectator than an active protagonist in the traditional sense), but it does seem to be particularly prevalent in Spanish-language fiction. I can well understand the attractions of writing in the first person, but I don't understand what is gained by denying that first-person narrator a name. Furthermore, the device is becoming somewhat hackneyed.
THE SPEED OF LIGHT has many flaws -- too many to keep me from giving it five stars. But it has considerable merits as well, and -- in keeping with the ambivalent nature of this review -- I don't mean to discourage anyone from reading it.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves..., October 19, 2007
This review is from: The Speed of Light: A Novel (La Velocidad de la luz) (Paperback)
I can't think of a better novel about Viet Nam, or, for that matter, about all the wars since Korea. And it's set in Urbana and Barcelona. I'd say go figure, but then GUARD OF HONOR, perhaps the best novel about WWII, was set in Florida. Maybe it's because Moltke the Elder was right when he said "Everything in war is very simple." Life is different.
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4.0 out of 5 stars
A meditation on atrocity, January 1, 2012
The Speed of Light uses the same author-in-search-of-a-story device as Javier Cercas's previous novel Soldiers of Salamis. At its core the book is a meditation on how war breeds atrocity and the consequences of atrocity on the perpetrators - the murdered are barely mentioned and only fleetingly considered.
However while a gripping read it ultimately is significantly less satisfying a book than the author's earlier one about the Spanish Civil War. As one of the characters says to the narrator in The Speed of Light - "you can't understand because you haven't killed". And because the author - presumably not a killer either - does not understand he cannot explain. Instead he describes, recounts and tries to empathise. This is an honourable exercise, but it provides little insight to this subject. Furthermore the author's blurring of the distinction between himself and his protagonist leads, I found, to great difficulty in trusting the account itself and hence the insight the author offers.
Nevertheless the book is elegantly written and translated, and it is thought-provoking. Perhaps it will lead some to revisit actual histories of the Vietnam war, particularly "Four Hours at My Lai", which deals much more directly and insightfully with the realities of war-crimes.
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