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Hart's War

Hart's War

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by John Katzenbach
     
 

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Second Lieutenant Tommy Hart, a navigator whose B-25 was shot out of the sky in 1942, is burdened with guilt as the only surviving member of his crew. Now he is just another POW at the fiercely guarded Stalag Luft 13 in Bavaria.

Then routine comes to a halt with the arrival of a new prisoner: First Lieutenant Lincoln Scott, an African American Tuskegee airman

Overview

Second Lieutenant Tommy Hart, a navigator whose B-25 was shot out of the sky in 1942, is burdened with guilt as the only surviving member of his crew. Now he is just another POW at the fiercely guarded Stalag Luft 13 in Bavaria.

Then routine comes to a halt with the arrival of a new prisoner: First Lieutenant Lincoln Scott, an African American Tuskegee airman who instantly becomes the target of contempt from his fellow soldiers. When a prisoner is brutally murdered, and all the blood-soaked evidence points to Scott, Hart is tapped to defend the soldier. In a trial rife with racial tension and raw conflict, where the lines between ally and enemy blur, there are those with their own secret motives, and a burning passion for a rush to judgment, no matter what the cost.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Katzenbach weaves a complex and intriguing mystery while at the same time illuminating a piece of history. I found myself caught in its grip within the first few pages."
-JONATHAN HARR
   Author of A Civil Action

"THIS IS A WONDERFUL NOVEL. IT DESERVES READING . . . THE CHARACTERS . . . LEAP OFF THE PAGES."
-Houston Chronicle

"FASCINATING AND POWERFUL . . . AS BOTH A WAR NOVEL AND A LEGAL THRILLER, HART'S WAR IS A COMPELLING READ."
-San Francisco Examiner

"SCENES OF CONSIDERABLE POWER . . . KATZENBACH'S BEST."
-Philadelphia Inquirer

bn.com editor
A German POW camp during WWII serves as the setting for Hart's War. This book is a brick, but a fascinating, intense adventure. Part legal thriller, part war novel, part murder mystery, this was one of my favorite reads of 1999.

--Andrew LeCount

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Vivid and unpredictable characters and diabolically imagined suspense distinguish Katzenbach's (The Shadow Man) seventh novel. Set in the desperately bleak landscape of a German POW compound during the latter days of WWII, this is a thriller with more on its mind than entertainment, as Katzenbach tackles the theme of racial bias that breeds explosive consequences. Held captive since 1942, 2nd Lt. Tommy Hart — ex-Harvard Law student and navigator on an ill-fated B-25 — is one of the most senior POWs at Stalag Luft 13 when African-American 1st Lt. Lincoln Scott, P-51 pilot, arrives as a new prisoner in May of 1944. Abrasively antisocial, lone-wolf Scott isolates himself from the other American officers, and quickly becomes the target of racial hatred from oft-decorated, Mississippi-born Capt. Vincent Bedford, aka "Trader Vic" — a treacherous wheeler-dealer who will barter anything to friend or enemy alike. He is soon found in the latrine with his throat cut and Hart is appointed to defend the obvious suspect, Scott, against what seems to be his impending rendezvous with a firing squad. Facing almost hopeless odds, Hart enlists the aid of two British POWs with astute forensic credentials. Slowly, a pattern of deceit begins to take shape, revealing duplicity from both POWs and captors. Katzenbach's setting is flawlessly grim, and his characters chillingly reveal the divisive bigotry of soldiers ostensibly fighting for the same values, as well as some unexpected sources of redemption. Despite some unnecessary repetitive details (e.g., the ineffectively recurring symbol of Hart's cherished wristwatch), this deeply affecting, artfully paced war epic will hold readers enthralled to the nail-biting end.
People Magazine
Hart's War honors [World War II's history] while making a significant mark in the suspense genre.
Kirkus Reviews
A courtroom drama with an interesting spin on "change of venue," the venue here being a German POW camp. Lieutenant Tommy Hart, sole survivor of a downed B-25, is spending his war in Stalag Luft 13. Like his fellow prisoners, Tommy is bedeviled by his keepers, debilitating homesickness, near starvation, and, perhaps worst of all, tedium. He counters the last by setting himself a major project: reading the law. A third-year student at Harvard when the war interrupted, Tommy's been tapping the Red Cross for books so that he can fill his educational gaps. Then an unsettling, even scary, thing happens. He finds himself thrust into a courtroom for real. More — he's first chair in a capital case. Still more — the defendant, his client, Lieutenant Lincoln Scott, appears to have been caught dead to rights. And even that doesn't fully cover it. For 1942, Lieutenant Scott is the wrong color — part of a pioneering wave of black fighter pilots, a color not popular at Stalag Luft 13. On the other hand, the man Scott's accused of murdering could have run for the Stalag presidency and won in a walk. Tommy quickly realizes that he's been placed in first chair mostly so that it can be pulled out from under him: Both he and his client have been set up. At first, their alliance is fragile; then it strengthens as they battle to expose liars and conspirators, in and out of the courtroom, whatever uniform they might wear.

As usual with Katzenbach (State of Mind, 1997, etc.), there's just too much novel here, some of it pat and predictable besides. Intermixed, however, are scenes of considerable power, even a few of tenderness. On balance, maybe the author's best.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780345426253
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
08/28/2000
Edition description:
1 MASS MKT
Pages:
576
Sales rank:
628,063
Product dimensions:
4.22(w) x 6.86(h) x 1.44(d)
Lexile:
890L (what's this?)

Read an Excerpt

THE NAVIGATOR'S
RECURRING DREAM

He had just awakened from the dream when the tunnel coming out beneath Hut 109 collapsed. It was just before dawn, and it had been raining hard off and on since midnight. It was the same dream as always, a dream about what had happened to him two years earlier, as close to being as real in the dream as real was until the very end.

In the dream, he didn't see the convoy.
In the dream, he didn't suggest turning and attacking.
In the dream, they didn't get shot down.
And in the dream, no one died.

Raymund Thomas Hart, a skinny, quiet young man of unprepossessing appearance, the third in this family after both his father and grandfather to carry the saint's name with its unusual spelling, lay cramped in his bunk in the darkness. He could feel damp sweat gathered around his neck, though the spring night air was still chilled with the leftover cold of winter. In the short moments before the wooden supporting beams eight feet underground snapped under the weight of the rain-soaked earth and the air filled with the whistles and shouts of the guards, he listened to the thick breathing and snores of the men occupying the bunk beds round him. There were seven other men in the room, and he could recognize each by the distinctive sounds they made at night. One man often spoke, giving order to his long-dead crew, another whimpered and sometimes cried. A third had asthma, and when the weather turned damp wheezed through the night.

Tommy Hart shivered once and pulled the thin gray blanket up to his neck.  

He went over all the familiar details of the dream as if it were being played out like a motion picture in the darkness surrounding him. In the dream, they were flying in utter quiet, no engine sound, no wind noise, just slipping through the air as if it were some clear, sweet liquid, until he heard the deep Texas drawl of the captain over the intercom: "Ahh, hell boys, there ain't nothin' out here worth shootin' at. Tommy, find us the way home, willya?"

In the dream, he would look down at his maps and charts, octant and calipers, read the wind drift indicator and see, just as if it were a great streak of red ink painted across the surface of the blue Mediterranean waves, the route home. And safety.

Tommy Hart shivered again.

His eyes were open to the nighttime, but he saw instead the sun reflecting off the whitecaps below them. For an instant, he wished there was some way he could make the dream real, then make the real a dream, just nice and easy, reverse the two. It didn't seem like such an unreasonable request. Put it through proper channels, he thought. Fill out all the standard military forms in triplicate. Navigate through the army bureaucracy. Snap a salute and get the commanding officer to sign the request. Transfer, sir: One dream into reality. One reality into dream.

Instead, what had truly happened was that after he had heard the captain's command, he'd crawled forward into the Plexiglas nose cone of the B-25 to take one last look around, just to see if he could read a landmark off the Sicilian coastline, just to be completely certain of their positioning. They were flying down on the deck, less than two hundred feet above the ocean, beneath any probing German radar, and they were blistering along at more than two hundred fifty miles per hour. It should have been wild and exhilarating, six young men in a hot rod on a winding country road, inhibitions left behind like a patch of rubber from tires squealed in acceleration. But it wasn't that way. Instead, it was risky, like skating gingerly across a frozen pond, unsure of the thickness of the ice creaking beneath each stride.

He had squeezed himself into the cone, next to the bomb-sight and up to where the twin fifty-caliber machine guns were mounted. It was, for a moment, as if he were flying alone, suspended above the vibrant blue of the waves, hurtling along, separated from the rest of the world. He stared out at the horizon, searching form the rest of the world. He stared out at the horizon, searching for  something familiar, something that would serve as a point on the chart that he could use as their anchor for finding the route back to the base. Most of their navigation was done by dead reckoning.

But instead of spotting some telltale mountain ridge, what he'd seen just on the periphery of his field of vision was the unmistakable shape of the line of merchant ships, and the pair of destroyers zigzagging back and forth like alert sheepdogs guarding their flock.

He'd hesitated, just an instant, making swift calculations in his head. They'd been flying for more than four hours and were at the end of their designated sweep. The crew was tired, eager to return to their base. The two destroyers were formidable defenses, even for the three bombers flying wing to wing in the midday sun. He had told himself at that moment: Just turn away and say nothing, and the line of ships will be out of sight in seconds and no one will know.

But instead, he did as he'd' been taught. He had listened to his own voice as if it were somehow unfamiliar.

What People are saying about this

Jonathan Harr
I found myself caught in its grip within the first few pages. John Katzenbach evokes the setting of a prisoner-of-war camp with marvelous dexterity. He weaves a complex and intriguing mystery while illuminating a piece of history.
— Author of A Civil Action
Philip Caputo
His best book so far...John Katzenbach has successfully married two seemingly incompatible genres — the war novel and the mystery novel — creating a genre all his own.
— Pulitzer Prize-winning author of A Rumor of War
Anita Shreve
That rare but delicious find — a book you hate to see come to an end.
— Author of The Pilot's Wife

Meet the Author

John Katzenbach has written six previous novels: the Edgar Award-nominated In the Heat of the Summer, which was adapted for the screen as The Mean Season; the New York Times bestseller The Traveler; Day of Reckoning; Just Cause, which was also made into a movie; The Shadow Man (another Edgar nominee); and State of Mind. Mr. Katzenbach has been a criminal court reporter for The Miami Herald and Miami News and a featured writer for the Herald's Tropic magazine. He lives in western Massachusetts.

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