quick book review #4- Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo.

One of my very favorite novels. While most definitely a testament against war, this is not an “anti-war” book in the usual sense. I don’t do bullshit sentimentality and this novel has none. It’s fucked up, hallucinatory, beautiful, and brilliant. Our narrator, Joe, is in a hospital bed, having had his limbs and face (and with it, his ability to see, hear, and speak) blown off while fighting in World War 1. He remains conscious and able to reason. Trumbo also directed the 1971 film adaptation which is worth watching. (PS: skip the absolutely dreadful and tacked-on Cindy Sheehan intro in the recent editions of the book.)

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