You’ve been my imaginary boyfriend for a minute now. We have too few true journalists left and no real war correspondents since CNN has apparently buried Michael Ware somewhere in downtown Atlanta. I just finished reading WAR and can’t wait to see Restrepo. This book horrified me on a level that I haven’t been horrified in a long time. I don’t even know where to begin. As you know I’ve read all your articles in Vanity Fair but they don’t even come close to this. We need these stories, we need to have an understanding of what these young people are going through. We have a generation that’s been fighting wars now for nearly a decade, it’s incumbent upon us to understand their angst and their pain, at least on a visceral level.
Having said all that I’m gonna need you to stop going places where there’s a strong likelihood of you getting blown to kingdom come. Thank you.
I knew this book was going to make me cry going into it, but since Lisa and I are writing a series that takes place in approximately the same area and time period it was crucial that I read. Interestingly enough, I didn’t lose it over the beatings and rapes, brutal as those were. I lost it when the mistress started taking Lizzie’s children to bed with her (not in a sexual way). I thought about the intimacy of that, and how close I feel to my baby boy on those mornings when he climbs into bed with us. The thought of someone being able to take my son away and me not being able to do anything about it, dear God. Of course I’ve read the slave narratives. I know these things and worse things happened, but it’s one thing to read about it in the context of slavery as a whole and a totally different thing to see it through the eyes of a mother.
Both these books will break your heart, but in different ways. I will probably read both numerous times, but right now I’m too heart sore. I need to pick up the latest SEP to give me some comic relief.
