Black Virgin Mountain

After volunteering to serve in Vietnam, Larry Heinemann returned to the United States to write two novels, as well as this remembrance of that nation three decades ago. Heinemann's tone is harsh and heartfelt; he clearly resents the stupidity and futility of that earlier military enterprise, intending perhaps a message for those who would "spread democracy" today. His voice is deep and pounding, like a barrage of mortar shells; the presentation is otherwise as formal and reserved as a memorial service. This book will not be a favorite of Army recruiters but perhaps belongs in the collections of history teachers, so that our children may be spared the romance of war. J.W. (c) AudioFile 2005, Portland, Maine

January 24, 2005
This may be the only book written by an American veteran that harshly condemns Gen. William Westmoreland and sings the praises of Vietnamese Gen. Vo Nguyen Giap. Heinemann's autobiographical Close Quarters
(1977) is one of the most underappreciated in-country Vietnam War novels; Paco's Story
(1987), a biting tale of the war's brutal emotional aftermath, won the National Book Award for fiction. Part memoir, part travelogue, part personal political treatise, Heinemann's first nonfiction effort is also a winner. His evocative look at his eventful 1967–1968 tour with a 25th Infantry Division mechanized infantry battalion contains a bitterly strong indictment of the politicians and generals who waged the war, and tracks his transformation from a nonpolitical son of the working class into a disillusioned young soldier who became virulently politicized. That narrative is framed by a trip Heinemann took to Vietnam in 1992 with fellow American Vietnam veteran writers as guests of the Vietnam Writers Association. What he found on that and subsequent visits jibes with nearly all of the other "going back" books by American veterans: a warm welcome from a nation at peace. The book's title refers to an epiphanic climb in 1992 to the top of Black Virgin (Nui Ba Den) Mountain—a talisman of sorts to many Americans who served in Tay Ninh Province during the war: "I'm home, I say to myself; I have arrived home; this
place is home."