![]() ![]() Though there are scenes of uncluttered power-a platoon survives gassing by covering their faces in cloth doused with their own urine-Findley is far too transparent as he accumulates and interconnects Robert's inner and outer horrors, not to mention the symbolic appearances of birds, rabbits, hedgehogs, and other innocent creatures. Recovering back in Britain, he has a brief encounter (sex=violence) with a titled floozy who's in love with a British war hero-a hero doubly debased because Robert saw him being buggered back home in an Alberta whorehouse and because he ends up armless and a failed suicide. ![]() ![]() The madness of war, WW I variety and Equus-style-in an evocative but heavy-handedly contrived patchwork of lyrical-deadpan narrative and first-person ""transcripts."" From the detached viewpoint of an unnamed researcher, Canadian Findley reconstructs the horror-legend of young, handsome, animal-loving Robert Ross-a Toronto lieutenant who goes to war already guilty (he blames himself for the recent death of his hydrocephalic sister), with much more guilt and death in store: on the ship to Europe, he has to shoot, clumsily, a sick horse (just as his neurotic mother ordered him to kill his dead sister's rabbits) in England, he sits endlessly by the bedside of a dying comrade at Ypres, he survives being swallowed up in chlorine-drenched mud only to witness the unbelievable slaughter. ![]()
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