My sister came over last weekend and gave me my birthday pressie, which included The Yellow Birds,. To begin with I wasn't sure it was going to be my thing, I thought it was some macho war story, but my sis delivered- this is a sensitive and moving account of soldier's psyche.
The plot: Private Bartle, 21 years old and a veteran of the occupation of Iraq is haunted by his experiences and a promise he made to his comrade's mother. Written by a former U.S solider, the novel attempts to answer the question 'what was it like over there?'
Showing posts with label Kevin Powers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kevin Powers. Show all posts
Sunday, 28 July 2013
When the mortars fell
"When the mortars fell, the leaves and fruit and birds were frayed like ends of rope. They lay on the ground in scattered piles, torn feathers and leaves and the rinds of broken fruit intermingling.'
-Kevin Powers, The Yellow Birds
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
I turned and saw Murph kneeling next to the body
'I could have gone to Murph, but I did not. I didn't want to. I didn't want to be responsible for him. I had enough to worry about. I was disintegrating, too. How was I supposed to keep us both intact?'
- Kevin Powers, The Yellow Birds
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