This is the famous America war story written in 1895 by Crane. The introductory notes make the point that Stephen had no first hand experience of war to write such an eloquent image of war. I understand this is often a school set-text
This is the shortish story of Henry Fleming a youthful, novice soldier in a Union regiment. The story starts with him at the front worrying about his fears - he hopes to be a hero. However on his first encounter, though he starts off enthusiastically he runs away. He ends up in a column of injured soldiers, though he is not hurt himself; we are given an insight on how people/Henry justify themselves. An incident occurs on his return to his unit which unheroically gives him a head wound. Does this undeserved `red badge on honour' fire up Henry to great fighting heroism?
What more can I say that hasn't already been said really. What a depiction of the mind of a soldier. It would be very unfair to criticise because it really is an amazing, fast paced in depth analysis of this particular imagined soldier under threat, his colleagues, the actions and fury of war.
I'm going to give the story four stars, but here's where I worry: The story is very short perhaps if it had been packaged with an intro to Henry's pre-war life and his family (he doesn't have a single thought for them) and a little on the outcome for him (perhaps where he ended up) the events depicted might have more relevance (c.f. Zola's Debarcle). The war is wonderfully portrayed with an exceptional turn of phrase but the fighting itself is not written very graphically/brutally perhaps Crane held back here. Finally I worry that, as the thoughts of Henry thinking of his war are imagined, and we all generally agree they're fantastically realised, we're just wrongly `agreeing' with Crane - perhaps a real youth at the front worries about losing his virginity, what he'll do back at home, his last conversation with his Dad, being cold or hungry or indeed nothing at all; perhaps his heroism and flag waving is less about himself but much more about the love of his friends.
Here are some quotes:
He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try and read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
They moved their stiffened bodies slowly, and watched in sullen mood the frantic approach of he enemy. The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh task.
The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. Its complexities and powers, its grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.