During the last desperate days of the Vietnam War, American soldier Israel Broussard is assigned to a secret CIA PSYOP far behind enemy lines meant to drive terror into the heart of the North Vietnamese and end an unwinnable war. When the mission goes sideways, Broussard is plunged into a nightmare that he soon finds he is unable to escape, dragging a remnant of that night in the Laotian wilderness with him no matter how far he runs.
Five years later, too damaged to return home and holed up in the slums of Bangkok, where he battles sleep, guilt, and a creeping sense of madness, Broussard discovers that he must journey back to the jungles of Laos in an attempt to set things right and reclaim what is left of his life. A fever dream with a Benzedrine chaser, I Am The River provides a daring, often surreal examination of the Vietnam War and the days after it, burrowing down past the bullets and battlefields to discover the lingering horror of warfare, the human consequences of organized violence, and the lasting effects of trauma on the psyche, and the soul.
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.50(d)|
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This PTSD fever dream reminds me of Lucius Shepard’s weird classic, LIFE DURING WARTIME. In this case, though, the narrator is so unreliable he can’t even trust the continuity of his own sense of place and being, and yet the voice is so compelling and immediate that I was drawn in as if it were in my head instead of on paper. The skill, originality, and intensity bring me to another comparison: Gabino Iglesias’ ZERO SAINTS. Reading I AM THE RIVER is like using an emergency flare to explore a particularly treacherous underground cavern.