It is difficult to underestimate the importance of John Laurence’s memoirs of the Vietnam War; a conflict of which Britain’s consciousness is almost entirely based on a series of films which depicted, in visceral and intense fashion, the madness which is uniquely encapsulated in Coppola’s Apocalypse Now. Where these films fail, and where The Cat from Hue succeeds, is the ability to link the war in Vietnam with the problems that America faces with its foreign policy today. From a political point of view, we have still to discover whether the US has learnt the lessons of Vietnam, and this book is a timely reminder of both the scale of the operations that took place in South-East Asia, and the inevitable pitfalls that such actions can provoke. When I first bought The Cat from Hue, I was expecting a litany of skirmishes, ambushes, blood and rotor blades, and was slightly sceptical, therefore, at the length of the book. Laurence does not fail to provide these details, but it is the moments in between in which he is at his descriptive best: during a firefight in the jungle, a solar eclipse takes place which causes all action to cease - Laurence paints a picture of the stillness which is as powerful as his depiction of the war itself. His various forays in the field are neatly interspersed with a journalist’s viewpoint on the war: we, like Laurence, are drawn into a maelstrom as American policy loses its way. The addition of the eponymous cat, who, along with Laurence’s trips to ‘Frankie’s House’, provide a comic, yet touching slant to his life at the front line, which balances the author’s memoirs beautifully.
I loved The Cat From Hue – it provided a refreshing and beguilingly honest portrayal of Vietnam, which matched Bao Ninh’s novel, The Sorrow of War. I cannot recommend it highly enough.