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by Tom Garvey

Pub Date: June 25th, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-5142-2815-9
Publisher: CreateSpace

An ambitious debut novella that offers a Vietnam war story with a clever plot device involving astrology, dreams, and omens.

Debut novelist Garvey, a Vietnam veteran, focuses on one man, Lt. John “Bat Guano” McManus, in a tale based on a true story. McManus grows up with his uncles’ war stories and years later, in 1968, he impulsively joins the army. In his last week stateside, he chances upon a book by astrologer Sidney Omar (apparently based on the real-life Sydney Omarr). A random opening of the text gives him a page on “August, the 17th” and he becomes hooked by the carefully ambiguous entry, which says that the day calls for, among other things, “an unpremeditated act of courage, and that he would have to pass some cosmic test.” (This conceit may sound hokey, but readers will find that Garvey manages to pull it off.) The 17th of August, as a concept, “crawled inside his head, made a nest, and fouled it.” The story then marches inexorably to its fiery climax, when McManus’ men find themselves camped near the Cambodian border facing an enemy who outnumbers them by perhaps 20-to-1. Much of his outfit is composed of Montagnards—fierce, and fiercely independent, mountain people whom McManus comes to respect deeply and even love. They, like him, are avid believers in dreams as omens, which fosters a very strong bond between the young lieutenant and his grunts. Garvey does a good job of building suspense—one can almost see the calendar pages flip by—as August 17, 1968, looms, the exact day when the North Vietnamese military plans to launch a massive assault. McManus, as Garvey portrays him, is far from gung-ho; in fact, he’s very ambivalent about the war and terrified most of the time, but he has a job to do, and he does it honorably. The climax is a scene which begs for the big screen treatment—and McManus lives through it to tell the tale. Overall, Garvey writes tightly and economically with hardly a wasted word, when so many other Vietnam books tend to sprawl. And at the end, he includes a poem which does creditable homage to Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “Ulysses.”

A slightly different kind of Vietnam tale by a gifted writer.