Luckily Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk was one of my readalong titles or I might have given up after fifty pages. I found it hard to get into but once I passed the fifty page mark, I was so engrossed, I could hardly put it down. What a terrific, poignant, witty, and sarcastic book.
The novel is set on the last days of Bravo company’s victory tour. Billy Lynn and his comrades are heroes. They survived a firefight in Iraq, during which they overthrew a group of insurgents. One of the Bravos died in the fight, another one came back disabled. Nonetheless, this “sacrifice” might have passed unnoticed if it hadn’t been filmed by an embedded journalist. As a reward they receive medals and are sent home on a propaganda tour.
This does it; they throw back their heads and roar. In a way it’s so easy, all he has to do is say what they want to hear and they’re happy, they love him, everybody gets along. Sometimes he has to remind himself there’s no dishonor in it. He hasn’t told any lies, he doesn’t exaggerate, yet so often he comes away from these encounters with the sleazy, gamey aftertaste of having lied.
The last day is meant not only as a special tribute but as a special treat. The Bravos assist and participate in a game of the Dallas Cowboys. They are allowed to go back stage and to talk to the players, their manager and their rich Texan supporters. At halftime, they are on the field, right next to the musical attraction – Destiny’s Child. And during every break, the footage of their fight is shown on a giant screen.
During this tour, and especially on this last day, people force themselves on the young men, telling them how much they admire them, asking them questions about the war “Are we winning?” – “Did you kill many?” – “It’s a god war we’re fighting, right?”
Billy who’s done the most heroic thing, is the 3rd person narrator of this story. Like Holden Caufield he is equally precocious and naïve and such a terrific character. One of the central plot lines is his falling in love with a cheerleader. While his testosterone-fuelled feelings might not be love, as he thinks, hers are even further from the feeling as all she wants is “a hero” – “a soldier”, as Destiny’s Child sing. She wants the idea of a man, not the man himself.
“Hi, you’ve reached Faison! I’m not able to take your call right now…”
It makes for an odd sensation, watching her real-time person in the middle distance while holding her disembodied voice to his ear. It puts a frame around the situation, gives it focus, perspective. It makes him aware of himself being aware of himself, and here is a mystery that seems worth thinking about, why this stacking of awareness should even matter. Ant the moment all he knows is that there’s structure in it, a pleasing sense of poise or mental ordering. A kind of knowledge, or maybe a bridge thereto–as if existence didn’t necessarily have to be a moron’s progress of lurching from one damn this to another? As if you might aspire to some sort of context in your life, a condition he associates with adultness. Then comes the beep, and he has to talk.
It’s a very difficult book to review as it’s not very plot-driven. It’s the exuberant style that’s important, the descriptions of the absurdities, the frenzy with wich football and war are celebrated by the very rich, as if both only served one purpose – to make them feel good about themselves and about being Americans.
Where else but America could football flourish, America with its millions of fertile acres of corn, soy, and wheat, its lakes of dairy, its year-round gushers of fruits and vegetables, and such meats, that extraordinary pipline of beef, poultry, seafood, and pork, feedlot gorged, vitamin enriched, and hypodermically immunized, humming factories of high-velocity protein production, all of which culminate after several generations of epic nutrition in this strain of industrial-sized humans? Only America could produce such giants.
No matter their age or station in life, Billy can’t help but regard his fellow Americans as children. They are bold and proud and certain in the way of clever children blessed with too much self-esteem, and no amount of lecturing will enlighten them as to the state of pure sin toward which war inclines. He pities them, scorns them, loves them, hates them, these children. These boys and girls. These toddlers, these infants. Americans are children who must go somewhere else to grow up, and sometimes die.
All the fakeness just rolls right off them, maybe because the nonstop sales job of American life has instilled in them exceptionally high thresholds for sham, puff, spin, bullshit, and outright lies, in other words for advertising in all its forms.
I don’t think I’ve ever come across a contemporary book that was so astute and harsh in its criticism of the negative aspects of American culture. It shows that most things are about money and consumption. And even when people pretend they care about something, they ultimately only care about what it can bring them.
Somewhere along the way America became a giant mall with a country attached.
The book is written in a frantic, quick-paced style, with long sentences and paragraphs that reminded me of listening to a frenzied sports commentator.
Billy tries to imagine the vast systems that support these athletes. They are among the best-cared for creatures in the history of the planet, beneficiaries of the best nutrition, the latest technologies, the finest medical care, they live at the very pinnacle of American innovation and abundance, which inspires an extraordinary thought – send them to fight the war! Send them just as they are this moment, well rested, suited up, psyched for brutal combat, send the entire NFL! Attack with all our bears and raiders, our ferocious redskins, our jets, eagles, falcons, chiefs, patriots, cowboys – how could a bunch of skinny hajjis in man-skits and sandals stand a chance against these all-Americans? Resistance is futile, oh Arab foes. Surrender now and save yourself a world of hurt, for our mighty football players cannot be stopped, they are so huge, so strong, so fearsomely ripped that mere bombs and bullets bounce off their bones of steel. Submit, lest our awesome NFL show you straight to the flaming gates of hell!
Sometimes, when I watch a war movie or read a book about war, I have my doubts. I wonder whether or not it’s really anti-war – as it should. I never wondered for one second while reading this book. It’s not only against war but against the justification, the fake heroism, the phony concern and gratefulness. But it’s kind to the soldiers. They are shown as victims who very often only joined up because they were too poor to do anything else.
I was thinking, if Salinger had written Catcher in the Rye right after 9/11, it might have been a lot like Billy Lynn. I loved the Catcher in the Rye. Needless to say, I loved Billy Lynn.
Since the writing is the most important thing in this book, I’ll leave you with some more quotes:
Don’t talk about shit you don’t know, Billy thinks, and therein lies the dynamic of all such encounters, the Bravos speak from the high ground of experience. They are authentic. They are the Real. They have dealt much death and received much death and smelled it and held it and slopped through it in their boots, had it spattered on their clothes and tasted it in their mouths. That is their advantage, and given the masculine standard America has set for itself it is interesting how few actually qualify. Why we fight, yo, who is this we? Here in the chicken-hawk nation of blowhards and bluffers, Bravo always has the ace of bloods up its sleeve.
Fear is the mother of all emotion. Before love, hate, spite, grief, rage, and all the rest, there was fear, and fear gave birth to them all.
It’s going to be a long, lonesome eleven months in Iraq, long and lonesome being the best-case scenario.
Everybody supports the troops,” Dime woofs, “support the troops, support the troops, hell yeah we’re so fucking PROUD of our troops, but when it comes to actual money? Like somebody might have to come out of pocket for the troops? Then all the sudden we’re on everybody’s tight-ass budget. Talk is cheap, I got that, but gimme a break. Talk is cheap but money screams, this is our country, guys. And I fear for it. I think we should all fear for it.
Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk is the fourth book in the Literature and War Readalong 2016. The next book is the German WWII novel All For Nothing – Alles umsonst by Walter Kempowski. Discussion starts on Friday 25 November, 2016. Further information on the Literature and War Readalong 2016, including the book blurbs can be found here.
26 thoughts on “Ben Fountain: Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk (2012) Literature and War Readalong September 2016”
Sounds very good, Caroline – particularly in its exposure of the hypocrisy behind the justification for war and all the phoney cheerleading etc. There’s a film on the way too, directed by Ang Lee, so it’ll be interesting to see how these issues are handled in the adaptation.
It was so much better than I expected. Acerbic, sharp.
The movie’s a bit more graphic – judging from the tralier as they show that footage that’s only mentioned in the book. I’ll definitely watch it.
My, those quotes certainly show that the author doesn’t hide any of his direct hits! Sounds quite compelling, if tough to read.
He really doesn’t hold back. That really surprised me. It’s very compelling but not breezy. I read it before bed at first and that didn’t work. You need to be fully awake for a book like this.
I am so happy that you love this book. I do too! The pace of it is at times so frenetic that I sometimes felt breathless while I was reading. And sadly, a lot of its criticism of American culture is only too true.
I’m gald to hear that as well. I was really not sure at first but then I loved it. It’s like listening to a voice talking very fast, very loud.
I think so too, a lot it so accurate.
Terrific commentary on this book Caroline.
This sounds very worthwhile. based on your commentary it appears to delve into all sorts of aspects of America culture and politics. I do not read a lot of contemporary books. In the past a lot of literature has been harshly critical of American culture. I believe criticism of culture is a good thing, so I am glad to hear that this book takes that direction.
Thank you, Brian.
I thought pretty much the same – older books were more critical. I find it’s important. Actually, some of the best social criticism can be found in good crime writing.
I think you’d like this book. It certainly gives you a lot ot think about.
Wonderful review, Caroline! I loved what you said – that the best war books are anti-war books. I loved all the quotes that you have shared. I will look forward to watching the movie. I have always loved Ang Lee’s movies and I am sure he would adapt this book quite well.
Thanks you, Vishy. I think it’s a terrific book. I want to watch the movie. I’ve always liked Ang Lee’s m ovies as well.
I am really glad you choose this book Caroline. I agree with you about the slow-ish start but when you get to the chapter where Billy’s family take centre stage it is as if the writing shifts a gear and as you say after that you don’t want to put it down. It is very enlightening about American society and the support for the Iraq war.
Billy Lynn is such a fabulous character and you care so much about what happens to him. I found it sobering rather than laugh-out-loud funny.
I’m so glad to hear you liked it as well. And that you felt the same about the slow start. Once he’s with the family it picks up speed.
It’s very enlightening. I hope my review didn’t make it sounds as if I found it laugh-out-loud funny. It had a few hilarious moments but overall it is much more sobering.
When those rich guys start to speak about the war – or also Faison “We’re at war”. It’s creepy and revolting. I never thought it would be such a terrific book.
Strikes me as a particularly timely read with all the noise, fuss (and worse) about Kaepernick’s protest at the anthem. There is a weird nexus between American professional sports (but especially football), the military and outré patriotism.
Related: there was a fair-sized scandal earlier in the year when it emerged that the NFL was *charging* the military for their presence at football games. Nearly $1m had to be repaid.
I’ve debated reading this and never quite decided to. Interesting that Ang Lee is adapting it…
I couldn’t agree more about the timeliness and the nexus you mention. He dies an amazing job at underlining thus.
I must say, it was far better than I thought it would be. Not breezywith those long paragraphs and sentences. Billy is an arresting character. I can see why Ang Lee was tempted. If it’s as good as Ride With the Devil . . .
Wow, this sounds deeper than I expected. I’m glad you ended up liking Billy in the end. It does sound very interesting.
You say it – much deeper that what I expected too. It’s very interesting. I hope you’ll give it a try some day. It’s also quite touching.
Great review, Caroline. Adding it to the ever-growing pile. 🙂
Thanks, Carole. Sorry I’m tempting you. 🙂
I know I’m quite late to this post, Caroline! I echo all of the sentiments you shared in your review. I think I mentioned that I was captivated with this book. Sometimes “message” books leave me feeling cold as they pummel me with the theme, but this one never did. I think you pinpointed the reason: the narrator is very sympathetic toward the soldiers.
I love that you made the comparison with Holden Caulfield. As you may know, Salinger was himself a soldier during WWII. He landed in Normandy on D-Day and was among the first soldiers into Dachau. And he carried the pages of Catcher with him and wrote when he could, even on the front lines.
I thought about it for a long time and then I realized he’s never against the soldiers and that’s, as you say, what makes this so much more profound.
I had no idea about Salinger. I know very little about him but the way Holden speaks about phoniness seemed so similar. I think countries are never as phony as when thye justify war. Billy’s clearly from another generation but he’s upset about the same things.
I was worried at first that I wouldn’t like it. But it’s brilliant. I’m not surprised you felt the same. I rememberd you said it. It kept me reading, btw. I found the beginning very hard going.
I’m glad you made it through this book! It was a difficult but important read.
I believe Salinger began writing Catcher before he went off to war, but he continued to write during the war. One could interpret Holden’s desire to freeze time and remain an adolescent to be a result of Salinger’s war experiences. That seems an understandable response!
I’m glad as well.
Yes, what you say about Salinger/Holden makes sense.
Darn–now I wish I had tried harder to read this. I had it checked out from the library but my reading pile (as you may have seen….) has been precariously tall of late and it just never happened. I will have to try again–and glad to have the heads up on the slow start. I want to see the movie, but I want to read the book first of course. I am going to try and read the next book, however! Hope all is well with you!
I’m fine, thanks. I owe you an email.
The start was very slow and the writing is quite dense. Long sentences, very long paragraphs. I didn’t expect that, so I nedd time to get used to it. I hope you’ll give it a try. I found it amazing.
This does sound like one that takes a while to get going but once it does, there is a lot of power.
Absolutely. But I would say it’s worth the effort.