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My Father's War: A Memoir Hardcover – July 1, 2005
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- Print length187 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherMcPherson
- Publication dateJuly 1, 2005
- Dimensions6.28 x 0.79 x 8.82 inches
- ISBN-100929701755
- ISBN-13978-0929701752
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What a find...to settle into Paul West's lyrical recollections of his father and to track West's adolescent evolution toward that stunning moment when a son realizes the complicated emotional circuitry of that figure long accepted as being as uncomplicated as a god.... As England lurches toward yet another war to end all wars...the son comes to see the difficult dynamics of the past and the hard dignity of a generous heart savagely bent by war.... West invests the ordinary experiences of his adolescence with extraordinary dimension through the apparently effortless exertion of rich language that confers on these memories the sheen of significance. --Joseph Dewey, The Review of Contemporary Fiction, Vol. XXV, No. 3, Fall 2005
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- Publisher : McPherson; First Edition (July 1, 2005)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 187 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0929701755
- ISBN-13 : 978-0929701752
- Item Weight : 15.8 ounces
- Dimensions : 6.28 x 0.79 x 8.82 inches
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As West seeks to assemble the puzzle pieces at his disposal, a beautiful and moving portrait of his father emerges: a teenager issuing from the mud and blood of WWI trenches who became a respected veteran never quite comfortable with peacetime. His discomfort with post-war life far surpassed his frequent unemployment due to his war-damaged eye. When other Englishmen were hiding in their homes with their curtains drawn during Nazi air raids, West's father would go outside to watch the planes, partly because he had come to admire the Germans while fighting them on the western front and partly because, as West relates, he was "going after some sullen undesirable beauty he must first have seen from the trenches." Beauty in the trenches? Yes. It was there that "he had found men at their noblest." He never stopped longing for that beauty but it almost completely evaded him during his civilian life. That is, until the outbreak of the second world war: then, for a few years, he embraced the beauty of his old war with a salute to the new. He began to teach his pre-adolescent son soldering through war games.
Is it possible that the senior West played war with his son in order to prepare him for real warfare? Possibly. No one knew how long World War II would last. But perhaps the more likely reason was that "the only busyness he regarded as genuine toil was soldering. All the rest, which is to say life's work, he regarded as frippery, trivia." He was first and last, a soldier.
The book is comprised of a series of essays, some previously published, written in novelist West's inimitable prose which is so lyrical at times, it occasionally threatens to leave earth (and some readers) behind. In the chapter entitled "An Extraordinary Mildness," West describes his father's later years in terms of a certain lightness of existence: "almost all the woes of the human condition [were] floating away from him, although ascending with him toward the nullity that, compared with his post-mortem paradises, was the merest tincture of slightness." Excellent prose? Well, yes. Slightly incomprehensible? Definitely.
If West's writing sometimes aviates into clouds of rarified incomprehensibility, it also (and usually) soars into prose of pure gold. Ruminating on Hitler's reticence to invade England, West opines: "If only Hitler the knowitall had followed through, brushing aside the popguns and Robin Hood pikes along with the remnants of the British army, we would all have been goners; but by then he was lusting eastward toward Mother Russia and "Uncle Joe," and my father and I had joined the survivors in the street, crisp with our sense of reprieve." West exhibits his formidable descriptive skills while watching his father watch American bombers returning from the mainland: "Not a bomber left its place on this return trip as the crews, with the correct bustle and protocol of bombing left behind, tuned in to swing music on the American Forces Network, chewed fresh gum, and over the sea slung out their machine guns and other gubbins to lighten the load."
Was West was able, at last, to completely understand his father? The emotive center of his book focuses not on the mystery solved but the journey through it. Whether writing in convoluted or golden prose, West has succeeded in piecing together a very moving account of his father, an eternal soldier, discovered by his son between two wars.
The elder Mr. West had been a machine gunner for three years beginning at age fifteen during World War I. Blinded by an exploding shell, he was at least a semi invalid for the rest of his life. By the time of the Second World War he and young Paul are able to play together. And with Nazi bombers overhead they play at war. They guard the English coast from a foxhole under the kitchen table. They go outside to see the real bombers on their missions.
I suspect that Paul West didn't write, didn't know how to write these words about his father until now, much later. He probably had to wait until he had children of his own to begin to understand the rare glimpse he had into his fathers life. But now it shows an insight that most of us would like to have.