First off, I wanted to say that I really wanted to give this book five stars. Much of it, mainly Spider’s story, deserves it. But there was one reason I couldn’t, and I’ll get there.
This was a completely random used book store buy—the subject matter interested me, and the glowing review from the Great And Powerful Peter Straub on the cover sold it to me. It sat around on the shelf for a few months and I picked it up as a random read. I’m glad I did too, because this book has much to offer.
1968, the year America vaporized (and then put itself back together again) is a year that has been written about a lot. In fact, I read a non fiction book years ago with the same title. In many ways it was sort of a culmination of all the tension and craziness that had been building and building. It was a turning point in public perception of the Vietnam War (which this book addresses)—young boomers picked up protest signs and rebelled against the war, their parents generation, equal rights, and the general status quo in record numbers. The DNC in Chicago went down. A number of promising politicians and activists were assassinated. The young people in the US were on the verge of monstrous cultural revolution—a psychedelic wind of change had swept the nation, and the Pentagon itself was to be lifted in to the air with the power of pure consciousness. As the revolutionary energy built and built….
Richard M. Nixon was elected President of the United States! 🎉 🎉 🥳 🥳 🎇
Yeah. Anyways. This book is mainly about two characters and their journeys through 1968. John Speidel (Spider) and his girlfriend, Beverly. Spider is shipped off to Vietnam to keep the world safe from communism and Beverly gets pulled into the dirty, dope-smoking, free-loving, nightmarishly optimistic world of hippies and 1968 style radical left-wing politics. This book is kind of two things—a Vietnam story (the majority of the book is about Vietnam and the effects of war on young minds), and young Beverly’s journey through the mind-expanding and radical side of the 60s. However, much more attention is given to Spider and his storyline.
By 1968, the time when hippie-dom was peaking in most of the country, many of the founders and purveyors of their psychedelic culture were already moving on and considered the movement dead. The once trippy, free-spirited streets of Haight Ashbury in San Francisco were beginning to be overrun with “bad” drugs like speed and heroin. Runaways began flocking to this land of Oz, only to find themselves homeless and broke. There was a very dark side to the peace and love movement, and this book does touch on it. Spider finds himself out of action and in an Army hospital dealing with PTSD—something that has affected soldiers as long as there have been wars, but perhaps never really got the attention it deserved until Vietnam. This has something that has touched my family, and I can’t even say how much I appreciated Haldeman’s attention to the issue.
This is a dark book. I expected it to a degree, but….not to this degree. It is sad and ruthless at times, and Haldeman isn’t afraid to show us the unfairness of life. The book itself is written in a third person narrative, with short chapters and little non-fiction tidbits worked right into the short chapter format. It actually worked very well, and Haldeman provides enough context to give you perspective on what’s going on, but not too much where it starts to feel like a non fiction book. It moves fast and remains easy to read and entertaining throughout.
My complaint is this—the first half to two thirds of the novel takes place in just the first few months of 1968. The book takes place in only 1968 and is decided into sections—first weeks, then months. By the time we get to only about forty pages left in the book, we finally hit the Summer of 1968. Haldeman broad-brushes the huge happening of that summer in a section that is only about five or six pages, and then we move into FALL to finish out the year, and the book. SO much loving attention was given to these stories for the vast majority of the book, and I do feel that it runs out of steam when it should be climaxing. We get a—sort of—wrap up on our characters, but for a book that started out incredibly personal and in-depth, it unfortunately finishes out exactly the opposite. The book should’ve probably been nearly twice as long had Haldeman given the same treatment to June-December of 1968 that he did to January-May. It was just…odd. The majority of this novel I give five stars, but I have to take a star off for the hasty treatment of events we got in the last 50 pages or so. The ending wasn’t bad, but it was lacking the detail and personal touch we got in the rest of the book.
However, I would recommend this to anyone interested in the events of 1968–especially the Vietnam/PTSD storyline. The book offers up so many details about daily life in Vietnam, that it was just as engaging as various Vietnam memoirs I have read over the years. Haldeman did his research, and he handled it with respect. Solid 4/5