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Review by: MApgar
This was good
up to a point, at which the author attempted to be all deep and
analytical - then he totally lost all control of it. Zack Bowen found
himself some focus in Iraq - the father of two small
kids he fathered impulsively on a stripper he met, he had little sense
of responsibility til that came along. His wife leaving him while he was
out on duty, he returned home to New Orleans and worked several odd
jobs but the pair never divorced. He did, however,
meet Addie - a local artist. For a while they seemed fairly happy, and
better matched than he was with his estranged wife. Until he strangled
Addie, chopped her to bits, left the pieces around the apartment and in
pots, and then leapt to his death from a nearby
building. So. The author then goes on this huge PTSD journey filled with
metaphors, rarely focusing back on the primary subjects. This takes up a
sizable portion of the book, and although it is certainly a very
important struggle that many veterans go through
to automatically go 'oh, he had PTSD' and then wax poetic about it was
rather insulting almost. Maybe the guy was just nuts.
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