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THE LIVING UNKNOWN SOLDIER

A STORY OF GRIEF AND THE GREAT WAR

Reminiscent in approach and substance of Michel Foucault’s I, Pierre Riviere, Having Slaughtered My Mother, My Sister, and...

“Somewhere in France, in some village, on the column of a war monument somewhere, one name is engraved that should not be there.”

Le Naour (History/Univ. of Aix-en-Provence) offers an engrossing account—whose English publication is well timed to coincide with the 90th anniversary of the conflict’s outbreak—of a French poilu of the Great War who lost his memory and, in effect, his life somewhere on the battlefield. This man was discovered wandering in a railroad yard near Lyon on February 1, 1918, before the war’s end, apparently one of a convoy of paroled prisoners coming home from Germany. He had no knowledge of who he was or how he had come to be there; he could not even remember how to eat. “At police headquarters,” writes Le Naour, “he is shaken, cursed, accused of faking, and threatened with court-martial.” Finally, from some deep recess of memory, he produced the name Mangin, though he could not say why. The man dubbed Anthelme Mangin was then taken off to a hospital, and then to a psychiatric asylum, where he would up reside until his death in 1942. Claimed from time to time by would-be family members (some, but far from all, apparently interested in Mangin’s pension as a wounded veteran of war, for he was “in the maximum-benefits category”), Mangin became a symbol of “the living unknown soldier,” and eventually contested in yet another way: some from his time believed that there could be only one unknown soldier, the one buried beneath the Arc de Triomphe, even though, as Le Naour observes, “from 1914 to 1918, more than 250,000 soldiers vanished, leaving no trace beyond the notice of their disappearance in action.” Mangin’s identity was eventually discovered, writes Le Naour, but small matter: he is utterly forgotten today, as surely as if he had never lived.

Reminiscent in approach and substance of Michel Foucault’s I, Pierre Riviere, Having Slaughtered My Mother, My Sister, and My Brother . . . and Natalie Zemon Davis’s The Return of Martin Guerre: a thoughtful and highly readable work of history.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2004

ISBN: 0-8050-7522-4

Page Count: 224

Publisher: Metropolitan/Henry Holt

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2004

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WHO STOLE THE AMERICAN DREAM?

Not flawless, but one of the best recent analyses of the contemporary woes of American economics and politics.

Remarkably comprehensive and coherent analysis of and prescriptions for America’s contemporary economic malaise by Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist Smith (Rethinking America, 1995, etc.).

“Over the past three decades,” writes the author, “we have become Two Americas.” We have arrived at a new Gilded Age, where “gross inequality of income and wealth” have become endemic. Such inequality is not simply the result of “impersonal and irresistible market forces,” but of quite deliberate corporate strategies and the public policies that enabled them. Smith sets out on a mission to trace the history of these strategies and policies, which transformed America from a roughly fair society to its current status as a plutocracy. He leaves few stones unturned. CEO culture has moved since the 1970s from a concern for the general well-being of society, including employees, to the single-minded pursuit of personal enrichment and short-term increases in stock prices. During much of the ’70s, CEO pay was roughly 40 times a worker’s pay; today that number is 367. Whether it be through outsourcing and factory closings, corporate reneging on once-promised contributions to employee health and retirement funds, the deregulation of Wall Street and the financial markets, a tax code which favors overwhelmingly the interests of corporate heads and the superrich—all of which Smith examines in fascinating detail—the American middle class has been left floundering. For its part, government has simply become an enabler and partner of the rich, as the rich have turned wealth into political influence and rigid conservative opposition has created the politics of gridlock. What, then, is to be done? Here, Smith’s brilliant analyses turn tepid, as he advocates for “a peaceful political revolution at the grassroots” to realign the priorities of government and the economy but offers only the vaguest of clues as to how this might occur.

Not flawless, but one of the best recent analyses of the contemporary woes of American economics and politics.

Pub Date: Sept. 11, 2012

ISBN: 978-1-4000-6966-8

Page Count: 576

Publisher: Random House

Review Posted Online: July 16, 2012

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2012

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THE WAY I HEARD IT

Never especially challenging or provocative but pleasant enough light reading.

Former Dirty Jobs star Rowe serves up a few dozen brief human-interest stories.

Building on his popular podcast, the author “tells some true stories you probably don’t know, about some famous people you probably do.” Some of those stories, he allows, have been subject to correction, just as on his TV show he was “corrected on windmills and oil derricks, coal mines and construction sites, frack tanks, pig farms, slime lines, and lumber mills.” Still, it’s clear that he takes pains to get things right even if he’s not above a few too-obvious groaners, writing about erections (of skyscrapers, that is, and, less elegantly, of pigs) here and Joan Rivers (“the Bonnie Parker of comedy”) there, working the likes of Bob Dylan, William Randolph Hearst, and John Wayne into the discourse. The most charming pieces play on Rowe’s own foibles. In one, he writes of having taken a soft job as a “caretaker”—in quotes—of a country estate with few clear lines of responsibility save, as he reveals, humoring the resident ghost. As the author notes on his website, being a TV host gave him great skills in “talking for long periods without saying anything of substance,” and some of his stories are more filler than compelling narrative. In others, though, he digs deeper, as when he writes of Jason Everman, a rock guitarist who walked away from two spectacularly successful bands (Nirvana and Soundgarden) in order to serve as a special forces operative: “If you thought that Pete Best blew his chance with the Beatles, consider this: the first band Jason bungled sold 30 million records in a single year.” Speaking of rock stars, Rowe does a good job with the oft-repeated matter of Charlie Manson’s brief career as a songwriter: “No one can say if having his song stolen by the Beach Boys pushed Charlie over the edge,” writes the author, but it can’t have helped.

Never especially challenging or provocative but pleasant enough light reading.

Pub Date: Oct. 15, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-982130-85-5

Page Count: 224

Publisher: Gallery Books/Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: Aug. 17, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2019

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