(This review appears at the GLBT Bookshelf: http://www.glbtbookshelf.com)
A Review of Purgatory by Jeff Mann
Genre: Literary Fiction
Edition: Kindle, Published by Bear Bones Books, Inc. 2012
Widely available in EBook and Print editions.
A
five-star review should be hard-earned, in order for it to carry
weight. A really brilliant piece of literature displays the writer’s
ability to perform a few acrobatic feats – this requires a real
understanding of the technical aspects of writing. If a writer can do
this, and do it in a unique fashion, the book will be inspiring, not
merely a good read. With “Purgatory”, Jeff Mann has offered up a
gourmet feast of a book for the discerning reader, the hopeful
historian, the language-loving fellow writer, and certainly for this
picky reviewer.
“Purgatory” is a story of and within the worst
campaigns of the Civil War. It is a literary novel in the true sense,
not a romance – the romance in the book, while central to the story and
consistently engaging, is only a tool by which the author discusses
deeper meaning about the human experience. The bloodiest battles of the
Civil War took place in and around the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia:
in 1862, during the early years of the war, southern general Stonewall
Jackson waged a successful campaign to turn away Union invaders to the
traditionally southern enclave, observing “If this Valley is lost,
Virginia is lost.” But shortly after, the tide began to turn as first
the north-western section of Virginia split off in 1863 (later to be
called “West Virginia”) in order to disassociate itself from the
Confederacy, and the North realized that the Shenandoah Valley was a
major source of food supplies to General Lee’s troops. The campaign the
North waged in late 1864 that burned, ravaged and destroyed the Valley,
turned the tide of the war for good and sealed the fate of the
Confederacy. Jeff Mann’s insightful, moving story tells the story of
the hearts of the men who watched their farms and fields burn and their
heritage disappear into ashes. These are poor soldiers, trudging almost
blindly from one corner of the Valley to another, both fearing and
anticipating encountering the enemy, subsisting on meager supplies and
often little to no food (while Northern troops are federally supplied
and eat well).
Young Ian, a farmer from the mountains of northern
West Virginia, has watched the North invade and pillage his home and
that of his relatives, for three years and for political reasons he
hardly grasps. As the war nears its closing weeks – a fact of which he
is of course unaware, as all they are – he finds himself still a soldier
and weary of destruction and killing, beyond homesick. His commanding
officer – his uncle Sarge – is equally weary and bitter to boot: as is
the case with many of the straggling remaining soldiers of a once large
company, his farm was burned, livestock shot, wife murdered. He nurses
his anger by periodically capturing a Yankee soldier and torturing him
slowly to death. Ian is routinely given the exalted position of nursing
the victim, just enough to keep him alive for more torture - until
either Sarge gets bored and kills him with his bare hands, or the man
dies of starvation, his injuries, or exposure. Sarge means to “toughen
up” his gentle, book-loving nephew by forcing his compliance in the
torture and murder, but the challenge is even greater for Ian than Sarge
knows: Ian is sexually attracted to men, and has found himself more
than once attracted to a prisoner that was later killed. As the book
begins, the nightmare is repeating itself once again: the newest
prisoner, a young Yankee from Pennsylvania, quickly inspires the deepest
of desires and emotions in Ian, and this time Ian is not willing to
lose the battle of wills he will inevitably wage with Sarge and his
cohorts.
As the days crawl by and the torture increases in its
cruelty, as it becomes more and more difficult for Ian to heal Drew’s
wounds and save his life, Ian realizes that the principles that once
fueled his devotion to the Confederate cause are dimming: he will risk
his own life and turn his back on his friends and culture, in order to
save his lover and build a life for them – a chance at a life where two
men can touch one another as they do in the stories of The Iliad and in
Walt Whitman’s poems. These works of literature are the thing that Ian,
and through him Drew, clings to as evidence that he is not some freak
in the world – where terms like “gay” are not available. The author
invites the reader into a world before mass media, where one’s circle of
acquaintances was small, where religious tolerance was limited, where
it was easy to think you were the “only one”, a freak of nature, God’s
joke. The painful isolation these men feel screams from the pages time
and again, and is heartbreaking.
Jeff Mann is a writer’s writer:
he was first a poet, and it shows. The book is relayed in a first
person, present tense narrative mode – something little attempted in
modern literature, and terribly effective when so expertly done. It
lends a sense of immediacy and intimacy that, combined with the author’s
extensive use of historical detail, pulls the reader into the filthy,
tired, poverty-stricken last days of a too-long war. Mann’s command of
language is complete: it is luxurious but never overly-sentimental. A
description of the climax of their first sexual contact:
"His
thighs stiffen, his hands grip the back of my head, he heaves against
my face, and my mouth floods with the milk of him, surge after surge I
gulp down. He tastes like sarvis berries, marigold petals, prayer. If
prayers were solids, not sounds, this is what God would taste, what God
would learn to crave.”
Two metaphors are central to the
story: the first is made up of religious imagery. Many times, Drew is
described in Christ-like terms, as an innocent (despite his crimes as a
Northern soldier against the Valley), as a wounded martyr to the fury of
war-weary soldiers. As Drew trudges along shackled and tied to a cart,
increasingly weakened by his torture, increasingly humiliated and
demoralized, at one point forced to carry a log upon his shoulders like a
cross, he is described as marching toward Calvary (the place of
crucifixion) and fed hope by Ian that if only he can will himself to
survive until they reach Mount Purgatory (Purgatory being the Christian
symbol of second chances, of redemption from sin) they will run for
freedom. These Christian images are particularly interesting because Ian
has long-since ceased to believe in the faith of his childhood, and
also because Christianity is used by Sarge and his thugs to justify
torture and hatred, and disgust at “sodomites” – which is of course what
Ian knows he is.
A second, and even more interesting metaphor
has to do with mythology and the image of the Greek or Roman warrior,
held in bonds, bleeding, yet physically perfect and still strong at
heart. Tangled with this imagery is Ian’s sexual arousal at seeing his
love object tortured: Ian is a small, wiry man (although given to fits
of ferocity in battle), and wrestles with a part of himself that enjoys
the power he feels at seeing a large, handsome, strong warrior of a man
broken. His continuous fight with himself throughout the book to
reconcile his love of Drew with his desire to see him tortured,
parallels the human desire to see a stronger individual lose to oneself
and the seldom admitted-to and common sexual link. The book has been
described as an exercise in BDSM: but that cheapens its message. The
torture in this book is non-consentual, and as it increases, the turn-on
Ian feels decreases. At some point he recognizes it as just plain
brutality and he wants it to end: he is in fact human not only in his
demons, but in his compassion. The message is universal to us all.
At
the book’s poignant end, as the two lovers discuss whether anyone will
remember them and how they lived and fought, Drew imagines a
near-unimagined future of tolerance:
“No, I mean the men
who come.” Drew swallows hard, resting the butt of his rifle on the rock
beneath us, “Who will come to be born. Men like us. Men who, well,
touch one another like you and I touch. Like in the Whitman poems you
read me. Like in The Iliad. It’s a comfort thinking that they are there,
somewhere. That they might be there, long after we’re gone, they’re
thinking of us. Looking back for us. From some more fortunate place.”
Ultimately,
“Purgatory”, like the best of books, is about all of us – about the
demons within ourselves of which we are ashamed, about loneliness and
the terror of isolation, about a world that often presents unimaginable
cruelties and how we each must decide how brave we are going to be – and
what we will give up for the freedom to love.
- LC
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