SFG75
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I have to say that for being anti-war novel, it isn't an impactful anti-war novel. It doesn't hit you in the stomach or make the hair stand up on the back of your neck. It certainly doesn't grab you by the collar like All Quiet on the Western Front does. There are more subtle anti-war novels, such as Willa Cather's One of Ours. That book resembled this one in simplicity and in staying above the fray so to speak about the vast majority of content. What made that book stand out was the very end where the small town American farm boy was cut down by machine gun fire in France. It's a slow, evolving event, one that takes the reader back to the farm through the present moment and it's very ethereal. After the death, you feel the impact on all the other major characters in the book that earlier in the book, you saw enjoy the company of the young man.
This is a great book, though not a particularly great anti-war book. It does contain some interesting underlying worries about meaning and existence. The count's rumination with Frederic about age and ultimately death, bears that out. The very end of the book also does this as he kicks out all of the nurses, only to discover that there was no moment to be had and that his "wife" was no longer there-the book ends with him walking out. Frederic appears to be in the throes of such a crisis when he states:
I also enjoyed the physical description of the battlefront and this trait stuck through the entire book. Before he heads back to the hospital to find his wife suffering a hemorrage, he has a light meal at a cafe. The description of the bustling cafe with him silently observing everything gives a calm before the storm feeling. You could just sense that something was coming up.
This is a great book, though not a particularly great anti-war book. It does contain some interesting underlying worries about meaning and existence. The count's rumination with Frederic about age and ultimately death, bears that out. The very end of the book also does this as he kicks out all of the nurses, only to discover that there was no moment to be had and that his "wife" was no longer there-the book ends with him walking out. Frederic appears to be in the throes of such a crisis when he states:
I wished the hell I'd been choked liked that. No I didn't. Still there would not be all this dying to go through. Now Catherine would die. That was about what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.l
I also enjoyed the physical description of the battlefront and this trait stuck through the entire book. Before he heads back to the hospital to find his wife suffering a hemorrage, he has a light meal at a cafe. The description of the bustling cafe with him silently observing everything gives a calm before the storm feeling. You could just sense that something was coming up.