One to Count Cadence

by James Crumley

Overview

The time: late summer, 1962. The place: Clark Air Force Base, the Philippines. Sergeant Jacob "Slag" Krummel, a scholar by intent but a warrior by breeding, assumes command of the 721st Communication Security Deteachment, an unsoldierly crew of bored, rebellious, whoring, foul-mouthed, drunken enlistees. Surviving military absurdities reminiscent of those in Catch-22 only to be shipped clandestinely to Vietnam, Krummel's band confront their worst fears while finally losing faith in America and its myths.

Powerful, scathingly funny, and eloquent, One to Count Cadence is a triumphant novel about manhood, anger, war, and lies.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780394735597
Publisher:	Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:	05/12/1987
Pages:	352
Product dimensions:	5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author

James Crumley was born in Three Rivers, Texas, and spent most of his childhood in South Texas. After serving three years in the U.S. Army and completing college degrees in history (BA, Texas College of Arts and Industries) and creative writing (MFA, University of Iowa), he joined the English faculty at the University of Montana at Missoula. He was also a visiting professor at a number of other institutions around the country, including the University of Texas at El Paso, Colorado State University, Reed College, and Carnegie-Mellon. His works include a novel of Vietnam, One to Count Cadence, and seven detective novels: The Wrong Case, The Last Good Kiss, Dancing Bear, The Mexican Tree Duck, Bordersnakes, The Final Country, and The Right Madness. He died in Missoula in 2008.

Editorial Reviews

"A stunning narrative talent. . . . One of the best novels of the year." —The New York Times Book Review

"James Crumley is the James Jones of Vietnam." —Chicago Sun-Times

"A brawling, romantic novel about the hell of war, the value of friendship, the difficulties of loving and how to be a man despite the price of it all." —The Washington Post 

"A compelling study of the gratuitous violence in men . . . carefully molded, without a slack line, a fuzzy character or blurred incident." —The New York Times 

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