Banned Book Club: The Naked and the Dead

Title: The Naked and the Dead

Published: 1948

Author: Norman Mailer



First line: ”Nobody could sleep.”





I had some difficulties with the pacing of the book, though I acknowledge it was probably done on purpose. I had to fight my way through the first few hundred pages, because the details were so full of minutiae and monotony. But of course the reader is meant to sympathize with the soldiers who were similarly stuck like Sisyphus, with no clear progress markers or end in sight. Also, though I know that Armies march on their stomachs and need to do whatever it takes to protect their feet (thanks, Hemingway), there sure were a lot of gory details shared with the reader.

The heart could be killed and the body still live. – Norman Mailer, The Naked and the Dead

What I admire most about the book and will remember, is what a matter-of-fact account it presents. It is not brilliant satire in the style of Slaughterhouse Five or Catch-22; nor is it the cold, dissolute-hero romance of A Farewell to Arms. Mailer tries to give each of his characters depth and imperfections. Vidal may have sneered at the easy caricatures Mailer employed (the cornball hick, the paranoid, the bigot, the hustler, the hero, the big guy, the little guy, the uptight guy, the over-confident intellectual, the bully, the rube…) – and yes I agree “the time machine” is a convenient device, versus something more clever and artistic, but it’s still employed to create an effective pastiche.

The Goldstein, men were friends or they weren’t friends; he could not comprehend any variations or disloyalties. He was unhappy because he felt continually betrayed. – Norman Mailer, The Naked and the Dead

I appreciated that though-out  the book- Mailer gave combat it’s due, but the smaller gestures and actions ended up being the most meaningful, made the characters more human, best showcased their courage (carrying Wilson). And vice versa: small actions also were the most indicative of cowardice, cruelty, and weakness (sins of omission, shenanigans with cigarette butts and power struggles). Mailer seems to acknowledge the architecture of a modern army, as imposing and inorganic as a smog covered city skyline, but also point us to little moments of hope, always popping up in unexpected and otherwise inhospitable conditions, like dandelions emerging from cracks in the sidewalk.

What do you think?
