Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk
Review by Daniel Brown
Texan Ben Fountain has written the best novel of 2012 to date. Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk is an anti war book for our times; its M.A.S.H – like black humor mitigates the underlying horror of the Iraq war. Fountain proposes that ten soldiers, currently fighting in Iraq, be brought to America for a whirlwind “Victory Tour”, most of which takes place at a Thanksgiving Day Dallas Cowboys football game. Fox News has happened to catch the heroism of this group of survivors of a roadside bomb in Iraq, and thus the “Victory Tour” is a grotesque marketing and PR strategy for the folks back home. In the course of the day at the Cowboys’ stadium, the soldiers are introduced to rich Texans at the patron level, including the owner of the team and his family; a man trying to make a film of their firefight is attached to them throughout the day. The excesses of Texas have rarely been written to such stinging effect, and the soppy patriotism of the Texas crowd is perfectly rendered, mainly through the eyes and ears of 19-year-old homegrown Texas soldier Billy Lynn.
The bonding within the group of soldiers is stunningly rendered, as is their discipline and within-the-group humor, as they increasingly understand that they are being used as part of the day’s entertainment. Photo opportunities abound: each soldier will be photographed with three Cowboy cheerleaders, for example. The surprise of the day is their inclusion in the actual halftime show, staring Beyonce and her backup singers, and the noise of the halftime show, with thousands of people marching up and down the field, numerous bands playing, fireworks part of the finale reminds the men of nothing more than being caught in a firefight back in Iraq: one of the soldiers breaks down completely in the middle of the act. Thanked and congratulated though they are, with words like courage and sacrifice bandied about through crocodile tears and mountains of buffet food, the soldiers are aware that they will be returning to Iraq within days.
Ben Fountain equates the Cowboy stadium with the Roman Coliseum of ancient times, I believe, but the soldiers are the Christians, and the Texas fans are the lions. The novel suggests an America so out of control, and so eaten up with greed and sentimentality, that the staging of this “Victory Tour” makes complete sense in a topsy-turvy world wherein war is allowed to be thought of as entertainment. Fountain’s tone never deviates into absurdity or silliness, nor does he delve into the black depths of the soldiers’ fear and horror: such is the brilliance of this must-read novel.













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