A few weeks ago I submitted Prayer at Rumayla: A Novel of the Gulf War for review to the Podler, a book review blog. Last night the review came back, and it was far better than I could have anticipated.
Here’s the review, and I want to send my thanks over to the Podler for the very flattering review.
Original review posted here by the Podler
Profoundly moving, raw, exceptionally well executed vision into one man’s troubled heart as he deals with betrayal and the complexities of life after returning from the 1991 tour in Iraq.
In Prayer at Rumayla you will find an expertly written psychological thriller charting the slowly building resentment and psychological degradation of the protagonist, Private Brown. The story begins with betrayal and disappointment, this theme informing nearly every relationship that the protagonist has: that with his lover, with the Army life in the States, personified by a new and overly harsh sergeant, and finally with his remaining family. Brown is looking for a place of rest, for open arms after being wearied by combat, but finds no safe harbor-everyone, seemingly, is living for themselves, their lives too full to allow Brown even a slightest foothold:
In my room, I get another shock. Everything is gone. My clothes, books, my
photo album. Chris, what about my diaries! What the hell did she do with them!
I yank open the closet door – empty. The other one down the hall is filled with
towels and blankets. I throw it all out on the floor, searching for my things.
I don’t believe this. Seven years of journals gone – what kind of monster is she?
I sink to the floor and put my head in my hands. I wish I could cry.
What happens to such a man–a man who can find no rest in those who should give him peace? Indeed, having been altered by the experiences of war, can Brown ever find peace again? These questions permeate Prayer, with hints of violence presented as dangling causes, bits of dialogue, about killing the sergeant. But the violence is not something that Brown wants, it erupts of its own volition, an ugly monster created by his past, leaving Brown powerless to stop it.
Staring at the road ahead of me, I wonder what will happen.Jesus, I think I really hurt him. I couldn’t stop myself; I just got so angry. I don’t want to hurt anybody. I don’t want to hurt anybody. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Unlike in many novels dealing with violence, violence in Prayer is well earned, evolving from the broken hearts and shattered dreams of the characters, being their desperate cry for help, a last stab back at the world that turns a cold shoulder to them. We understand why Brown is the way he is, and we even, if possible, feel a bit of sympathy with him: Brown is lost; having survived the close knit lifestyle of combat soldier, he returns home to find a void. And he’s not himself anymore, but a different man, one that he no longer understands.
Will he be able to find a foothold into a new life or will his life spin out of control and he end up crashing into the ground? Just when you think that Prayer is about to offer a cheap resolution, something by-the-numbers, you find that the ending is much more nuanced and thought out, evolving out of the story and the characters in it.
Prayer is easily one of the most impressive books reviewed in this blog. The writing is spectacular, the kind you’d expect to find in a mainstream novel, and this is somewhat disappointing because it demonstrates that mainstream publishing does not always publish books that deserve to be published.