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Review: 'You Know When the Men Are Gone' by Siobhan Fallon powerfully illuminates toll military life takes on families

The Army loves its acronyms. We all know AWOL and R&R. A lesser-known abbreviation among civilians is BLUF: Bottom Line Up Front.

At any military meeting, the time-pressed leader invariably wants the BLUF: Get to the point, time's a-wasting. So, busy reader, here's the BLUF on Army wife Siobhan Fallon's first short story collection: You Know When the Men Are Gone is a terrific and terrifically illuminating book.

Fort Hood, the country's largest active-duty military installation — where Fallon lived during her husband's two deployments to Iraq — forms the ideal backdrop for these eight loosely interconnected stories of marriage and family life in this time of war. The spare, rural Texan landscape and the stripped-down post itself, surrounded by a ring of tattoo parlors and pawnshops that yield to rings of highways and chain-store sprawl, evoke the essence of military Americana: a war-machine hub bound by barbed wire, then loneliness rolling out for miles. Inside the security checkpoints, it's the same as any other Army post anywhere in the world: eggshell-thin walls between quarters, commissary parking lots clogged with cars on the biweekly paydays, women and children left behind, waiting.

In the title story, a young wife, Meg Brady, becomes obsessed with her glamorous Serbian neighbor, Natalya. Meg's fascination forms a powerful counterpoint to her own life, held in suspense by her husband's absence and her morbid thoughts, which crop up during seemingly innocuous activities like grocery shopping: "She walked the meat aisle, passing her husband's favorites: baby back ribs, pork chops, bacon-wrapped filet mignons. She reached out, touching the cold, bloody meat through the plastic. The raw flesh both horrified and mesmerized, and she wondered if a human being would look the same if packaged by a butcher, the striations of fat, the white bone protruding, the blood thin like water in the folds of the wrap. She wondered if wounds looked like this, purple and livid, but with shrapnel sticking out, dust clinging to the edges, blood in the sand. She quickly put the packaged beef down, telling herself that she would not think such things after Jeremy was home."

"It's a small Army," the expression goes, and the entwined lives of Fallon's characters bear this out. In a heartbreaking story called The Last Stand, injured specialist Kit Murphy journeys home from the Middle East to his wife, Helena. "His section of the plane was dotted with fellow battered soldiers leaning forward with sweat on their foreheads, all of them wondering if their wives would be waiting, and if they were, how long they would stick around when they saw the burn scars, the casts, the missing bits and pieces that no amount of Star Wars metal limbs could make up for."

The highest praise I can give this book — as a critic and a soldier's wife — is that it's so achingly authentic that I had to put it down and walk away at least a dozen times. At one point, I stuffed it under the love seat cushions. If Fallon ever expands her talents into a novel, I may have to hide in the closet for a month.

Challenging as the subject matter may be, this is a brisk read. Fallon's sentences are fleet and trim. Her near-journalistic austerity magnifies the dizzying impact of the content: This is your brain on war.

There is grace in this collection, as well as willed forgiveness and valiant attempts at understanding. But mostly there is pain, of the ignoble sort. A steely thread running through these stories is the hard truth about modern military domestic life: In the endless grind of deployments, upheavals and uncertainty, there are more casualties than we can count. Marriages falter, vows get smashed into dust, suspicions simmer, children suffer. When the men come home, the real battles begin. And if the war doesn't kill you, the fiery re-entry just might.

You Know When the Men Are Gone

By Siobhan Fallon

Amy Einhorn Books,

226 pages, $23.95

Review: 'You Know When the Men Are Gone' by Siobhan Fallon powerfully illuminates toll military life takes on families 02/12/11 [Last modified: Saturday, February 12, 2011 3:30am]
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