My Detachment
A Memoir
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Publisher Description
The Pulitzer Prize–winning author of Mountains Beyond Mountains presents an “acerbic, honest, moving memoir” (The New York Times Book Review) of his tour of duty in Vietnam.
“With a terrible beauty, [My Detachment] tells an old story—the illusions of war—in a new and compelling way.”—USA Today
“Gripping . . . remarkable . . . poignant . . . perfectly rendered by one of our most original writers.”—The Boston Globe
My Detachment is a war story like none you have ever read before, an unromanticized portrait of a young man coming of age in the controversial war that defined a generation. Master storyteller Tracy Kidder reflects on his service in Vietnam, looking back at himself from across three and a half decades and confessions how, as a young lieutenant, he sought to borrow from the tragedy around him and to imagine himself a romantic hero.
Unrelentingly honest, rueful, and revealing, My Detachment gives us war without heroism, while preserving those rare moments of redeeming grace in the midst of lunacy and danger. The officers and soldiers of My Detachment are not the sort of people who appear in war movies—they are the ones who appear only in war, and they are unforgettable.
A CHICAGO TRIBUNE BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
The author of The Soul of a New Machine put in a year during the Vietnam War; he was a reluctant warrior. Kidder joined ROTC in his junior year at Harvard as a way of avoiding the draft's uncertainties. Two years later he was taking part in a war that he found "unnecessary, futile, racist," serving as a lieutenant commanding an Army Security Agency detachment of eight enlisted men inside a well-fortified infantry base camp. As a shaved-headed ROTC cadet and later as an army officer, Kidder felt "separated from my social class, from my student generation"; in Vietnam, he detached himself emotionally from the mind-numbing army bureaucracy, from his ticket-punching career officer superiors and from his iconoclastic, work-shirking enlisted men. For Kidder, there are no heroes, and, in fact, few "war stories"; he presents, instead, realistic day-to-day reports on what happened to him at his posting: the mission was to interpret enemy troop movements using raw intelligence data supplied by eavesdropping technology. His account is an introspective, demythologizing dose of reality seen through the eyes of a perceptive, though immature, army intelligence lieutenant at a rear-area base camp. War isn't hell here; it's "an abstraction, dots on a map."
