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- <title>
- Oct. 31, 1994: Books:Judging the Man He Was
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Oct. 31, 1994 New Hope for Public Schools
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 81
- Judging the Man He Was
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> Tobias Wolff recalls his service as a Green Beret in Vietnam
- </p>
- <p>By Paul Gray
- </p>
- <p> Near the end of this terse, mesmerizing memoir, Tobias Wolff
- describes sitting in a bar sometime in 1968 in Manhattan Beach,
- California, with a woman he would like to impress. His plans
- are thwarted by a couple of local drunks, familiar to him from
- past drop-ins, who interrupt the tete-a-tete and start talking
- about the war in Vietnam. Wolff, who has just finished a one-year
- tour of duty there, finds himself launched on an anecdote that
- he realizes as soon as he begins it will fail to achieve the
- effect he desires on his date or on anyone else. He plunges
- hopelessly ahead: "But as soon as you open your mouth you have
- problems, problems of recollection, problems of tone, ethical
- problems. How can you judge the man you were now that you've
- escaped his circumstances, his fears and desires, now that you
- hardly remember who he was?"
- </p>
- <p> Such questions are implicit in all autobiographical writing,
- and it is to Wolff's credit that his In Pharaoh's Army (Knopf;
- 221 pages; $23) both raises and answers them with such skill.
- As he demonstrated in the award-winning This Boy's Life (1989),
- Wolff knows exactly how to find and then walk the line between
- self-censure and self-pity.
- </p>
- <p> Thus he can look back dispassionately on the prep-school flunkout
- he once was, the aimless youth who had decided, at age 16, to
- be a writer. At the time, this choice did not suggest study
- and hard work but rather the pursuit of subject matter. "Experience,"
- he remembers thinking, "was the clapper in the bell, the money
- in the bank." The military seemed a good place to find adventure,
- plus the "honor" and respectability Wolff also craved. What
- he got was Vietnam.
- </p>
- <p> Wolff's book is only tangentially related to the vast and still
- expanding library of Vietnam literature. There are few heroics
- or even many dangers on view. Assigned as a Green Beret adviser
- to a South Vietnamese battalion, Wolff understands that the
- Viet Cong guerrillas in the vicinity are leaving him alone:
- "To kill me would have been easy, a piece of cake, and that
- they hadn't bothered to do it showed a just appreciation of
- my importance to the war effort." Nor does Wolff indulge himself
- or his readers in the retrospective breast beating of so many
- Vietnam confessions. "When you're afraid," he writes of the
- counterviolence against the Viet Cong after the Tet Offensive,
- "you will kill anything that might kill you."
- </p>
- <p> Each of Wolff's 13 chapters reads like a rigorously boiled-down
- short story, but the effects never seem artificial or contrived.
- Wolff impulsively promises to give a color TV he and a sidekick
- have just stolen from a U.S. base to a young Vietnamese boy,
- but then decides the hell with it. He and his friend keep the
- set and watch the Bonanza Thanksgiving special just as they
- had planned. He protects an abandoned white puppy from the Vietnamese
- troops who want to cook and eat it, only to set himself up for
- an O. Henryish twist at his going-away party. Vietnam may have
- given Wolff some bell clappers, but it evidently taught him
- something too: how to portray life as both desperately serious
- and perfectly absurd.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
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