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Gertrude Stein said: "A creator is not in advance of his generation but is the first of his contemporaries to be conscious of what is happening to his generation."
With the incredible range of information available to us all, and the immediacy between competing ideals and ideologies we've had during this war, I too am curious to both how and when the first great novel will be written -- if for no other reason than I'd like for someone to finally make sense of what's swirling about us.
It's a good question, theorist. I suspect the authors of the better books about the IraqAttak are still in its midst, mulling its consequences while they observe its madness first hand.
I hope I live long enough to read some of those novels that most likely haven't been started yet. Slaughterhouse-Five was published 23 years after the war ended, Gravity's Rainbow appeared five years later.
There's hope it may not take so long, however. Books about Vietnam came somewhat quicker. Both Dispatches and A Rumor of War were published within three years of the helicopter evacuation of the Embassy -- and portions of both books were published while the War raged. Maybe we'll begin to see the first glimpses early on.
And as I write this, I'm struck with the idea that the best takes on this war may not come from its combatants. We are all so closely involved with the madness in Iraq -- through bloggers and other internet sources, and from the immediacy with which the attack was met by those who questioned its basic premise -- that the best books about the Attak (or at least the first published) may come from those who've never been on its fields.
An aside to show how this may be: I was in the Air Force in October, 1973, stationed in Minot, North Dakota, the morning the original White House Dick, Nixon, placed us on nuclear alert over actions by the Soviets in regards the October Mid-East War. I remember standing in my duty station, looking out a barred window, wondering when the missiles might fly (I'd already seen the bomber pilots take off, and at that time, NoDak was the third largest nuclear power in the world -- behind only the rest of the US and the Soviet Union). As I stood there that morning, a thought occurred to me -- later confirmed, when I spoke to my family in California -- that the only difference between the home front and the front line was a matter of perception. I knew the alert was on, so I was on the front line, while my family in California was ignorant of even the idea they were part of a 'home front.' It's all different today. We are all on the front line, as recent events in London make clear. So keep your head down and your wits about you, for if you let your wits down your head may end up all around you.
Peace.
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