One Man, A Dog, One Hundred Thirty Horses

Sounds like a commercial for a brand new high horsepower car model doesn't it? Zoom zoom. Mazda.

Like the deep throaty voice in said advertisements, we are lent a sense of trust and attention by the NPOV in the novel. A third-person and a second-person point of view sifts through 'archives with photographs' (3), and 'snapshots' (4); as if anything oldtimey, 'sepia and soiled' is nostalgic.

Side note: the pages of the actual book are also sepia. A little darker and it'll resemble something out of a time capsule.

To be continued.

Don't shoot me, bro!

Pre-thoughts on pre-notes of Robert Findley's The Wars:

" Violence, loneliness, a concern for animal rights ... the survival of the individual in a
world of madness"; this first excerpt from the National Library of Canada creates stark expectations for the book, within the reader. 

The warrior who internalizes the horror of the battlefield.

Shell shock isn't the right term, but it's the first that comes to mind.

On the other hand, a class website for Acadia University seem to want to talk about feelings. That is, the "romantic misconceptions" of war are explored through several art forms in Findley's book. This is not so much spraying your name on a stone wall with a machine gun, but the power of war song, letters, etc. Such is appropriate if you simply notice the pluralization of 'wars'; where is the second war?

This is more than Molotovs, trenches, and lead salads.

This is about what is within Robert Ross, a soldier in the army. What he has taken for granted such as his family and security in his identity will be shattered. Killing earns one prestige. 

But what would happen when you cross that line? Would you hesitate to cross it again?

And again.

[And again]

[Probably again]