The Wars book review
“Only the dead have seen the end to war.”
George Santayana wrote this in 1922. He was responding to the idea, popular at the time, that the First World War was the war to end all wars. It was the Great War for Civilization. The war that would be over by Christmas.
It wasn’t any of those things, of course. In the end it dragged on for 4 years, 3 months, 11 days. It took the lives of 9 million soldiers, 7 million civilians, 8 million horses and countless mules and donkeys. And 21 years later we did it all over again.
There’ve been many books dealing with this, the first great European war. A Farewell to Arms comes to mind…All Quiet on the Western Front…Goodbye to All That…the four novels by Ford Madox Ford collectively known as Parade’s End. More recently, we have Birdsong … War Horse … Pat Barker’s Regeneration Trilogy.
And The Wars by Timothy Findley. When it was published in 1977 it was immediately hailed as one of the best stories about that ghastly war. It won the Governor General’s Award for English-language fiction and quickly became a literary classic. It’s been called the finest historical novel ever written by a Canadian and has been required reading for high school students for years. This is in spite of the efforts of an Ontario mother to get it removed from the curriculum. Fortunately, she was unsuccessful.
The hero of the story is Robert Ross, a sensitive 19-year-old Canadian officer who joins up to fight out of guilt. His beloved older sister has died and Robert, who believes he should have been there to save her, blames himself for her death. Like so many of his countrymen, he has an idealized vision of war. It will be the fire that will purify his soul … the crucible that will forge his manhood. What he is not expecting is that it will destroy him – that his experiences on the Western Front will drive him to the verge of madness and beyond.
The “wars” within the novel are internal as well as external: guilt, shame, sexual tension, the struggle to adapt to a way of life that increasingly makes no sense. And the conflict between the way things should be, in a rational world, and the way they happen in war. In the maelstrom of war there is no right or wrong. There is only the imperative to follow orders. One’s moral code means nothing.
Findley has chosen to tell Ross’s story from the viewpoint of a historian or biographer who has access to photographs, letters, and documents from the soldier’s past. He – or she – is also able to interview some of the people who knew him. And so we have a narrative told from various perspectives – the anonymous researcher, the nurse who cared for Ross in his final days, the woman who fell in love with him when she was twelve.
But it is this fragmented approach that prevents us, I think, from seeing Ross himself. Or rather, seeing into him, as opposed to observing his reactions to the chaos of his surroundings. Before leaving England for France, Ross is taken to a brothel where he ejaculates prematurely. The woman is kind … she assures him that “there’s lots of fellows do what you done. Specially the first time.” We are told Robert is ashamed, staring at the floor, but the narrative voice is distant. It simply doesn’t feel personal.
Later, in a bath house in northern France, he’s locked in a dark, airless room and raped by his fellow officers. He thinks there are three of them but has no idea who they are. It’s a horrific scene but the reader is detached, watching from the sidelines.
It’s in the descriptions – and there are many – of the war itself that we come to experience real, raw, even violent sensations. Findley thrusts us into the trenches along with the soldiers – drowns us in mud and blood and dead horses, cracks our eardrums with the blasts of exploding shells, blinds us with clouds of chlorine gas. In unforgettable prose, he describes the effects of the flammenwerfer, or flamethrowers, introduced by the Germans at the Battle of Verdun – a battle in which the French army suffered 380,000 casualties:
“Fire storms raged along the front. Men were exploded where they stood – blown apart by the combustion. Winds with the velocity of cyclones tore the guns from their emplacements and flung them about like toys. Horses fell with their bones on fire. Men went blind in the heat. Blood ran out of noses, ears, and mouths.”
The greatest terror, for some, is that the officers in charge, the men who are sending thousands of soldiers to slaughter, may not actually know what they’re doing: “What if they were mad – or stupid? What if their fear was greater than yours? Or what if they were brave and crazy – wanting and demanding bravery from you?”
Their fears are well grounded. Commanding officers are far removed from the front lines. They make “strategic” decisions guaranteed to put their men in harm’s way … mistakes that cost hundreds of thousands of lives.
On the 16 of June, 1916, Ross commits a final desperate act. Under siege from the Germans, with shells bursting all around him, he breaks rank and releases a barn full of horses and mules who are in danger of being burned alive. His captain, calling him a traitor, closes the gates and tries to kill him. Ross, in turn, shoots the captain between the eyes. For this act of treason – a violent gesture declaring “his commitment to life in the midst of death” – Ross is eventually captured and tried in absentia. By this time he’s burned beyond recovery; his nose is disfigured and bent, his face is a mass of scar tissue. He will never walk or see or be capable of judgement again. He dies in 1922, at the age of 25.
I cannot think of a better introduction to the horror, brutality, and near insanity of trench warfare than this particular story. If I never read another tale of that terrible war, I will consider myself educated.
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