The Pity of War

By Michael Elliott Sunday, June 02, 2002
    • In too many years covering politicians, I've come to the depressing conclusion that most of the ones that aren't weird are boring. Very few pass the International Herald Tribune test, which goes like this. Imagine you're on a Mediterranean beach and you see a politician out of the corner of your eye — do you hide behind that morning's I.H.T. or not?

    Bob Kerrey, former Governor of Nebraska, later Senator, Democratic presidential hopeful in 1992 and now president of the New School University in New York City, is one of the handful of pols for whom it's worth interrupting a holiday. Kerrey has always had a slightly mysterious intelligence, as if he were looking for something that he could neither find nor define. For a politician, this was a handicap; watching him run for the Democratic nomination, when he was openly uncomfortable with the necessary idiocies of campaigning, would have been merely painful were it not grimly fascinating.


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    Now comes confirmation that politics was perhaps not the line of work for which Kerrey was best suited. He could never have been as good a President as he is a writer. Kerrey's memoir of his early life, When I Was a Young Man (Harcourt; 270 pages), covers the period from his birth in Lincoln, Neb., in 1943 to his return there at the end of 1969. He came home with a prosthesis on his right leg, which had been shattered in a fire fight in Vietnam. When I Was a Young Man is an astonishing, wonderful book. It has a few false notes; there is a bit too much Nebraska boosterism, and at least one inaccuracy — the village of Caythorpe, England, where Kerrey's great-grandfather was born, is 10 miles south of the town of Lincoln, not London. But the book is deeply moving, all the more so because of the spare monochrome of its language. In its simplicity and clear-eyed observation, Kerrey's account of his injury and recovery bears comparison to the famous passage in George Orwell's Homage to Catalonia describing the "very interesting" experience of being shot. No higher praise is possible.

    When I Was a Young Man starts and finishes with chapters that detail Kerrey's discharge of a promise he made to his dying father — that he would discover how his father's brother died in World War II. This, he says, is the story he wanted to tell. But quickly the book turns to another story and another sort of search — one in which the author tries to come to terms with who he is, and how he managed to do some terrible things. It is a distinguished example of that classic American genre, the tale of lost innocence.

    Kerrey had a lot to lose. "Lincoln in the 1950s," he writes, "was about as safe and quiet a place as you could find on earth." Kerrey tells the usual tales of going to church, of trying out for the high school football team, of teenage fights and crushes. All of this, to an extent, is predictable. Yet these reminiscences of the Golden Years after World War II are given an unexpected poignancy, not because of how they end — we know they will end in Vietnam, America's ultimate repository of innocence lost — but because of how they began. For Kerrey's family (as for most Americans), the years before World War II were anything but golden; they were a time when mothers died of toxemia after pregnancy, when families drifted across the Midwest in search of a good job — any job — and men thought themselves lucky to get $30 a month from the Civilian Conservation Corps. Kerrey reminds us of something that too many histories of the 1950s overlook: for those who lived through those sunny years, the sense of security was wonderful precisely because it was so novel.

    That made its end hard to bear. For Kerrey, like many others, night fell in Southeast Asia. After voting for Barry Goldwater in the 1964 election and qualifying as a pharmacist, he signed up as a Navy officer. Two years' training as a frogman and SEAL followed, until he was sent to Vietnam at the beginning of 1969. His war lasted a little over 50 days, just time enough for two terrifying missions. In the second, he lost his leg; in the first, something even more intimate — his sense of who he was.

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