

Oof. It feels a little weird to still be championing Daniel Mason's writing, when in other hands, I'd be explaining that this novel lived up to every expectation of a tragic war-torn novel and its predictable plot beats. Did I see everything coming? No. But did I guess exactly how it would end just over halfway through? Yes. We can have the discussion about an author skillfully leading you towards a conclusion, 1/?
Which doesn't really help to dissuade me from my biased hypothesis around the purpose of many historical novels. 2d
But having sen it coming, I'm closer to miffed than sad.
So, rant over, back to me again affirming that I absolutely love how Mason writes. I continue to maintain he has gotten better, I prefer his more recent releases to his backlist, but he captivates me on a story and sentence level, 2d
I have one more book, his first, and I'll be caught up with his body of work. Here's to hoping his debut departs from the bleak/tragic that were his second and third efforts.
The particulars: If you have a problem with the discussion of medical afflictions and early twentieth century treatments I'd recommend skipping this one. There's a fair amount of ick. 2d
War is hell, acknowledged, this book deals in some of the less front line versions of that hell, the soldiers suffering from physical and mental wounds, the callous bureaucracy, the inconceivable hard-heartedness in an impossible position that is those looking for more canon-fodder. 2d
Does one mistake define the rest of your life?
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Now for a walk, and then picture books.
⚠️animal experimentation, discussion of early medical procedures 2d