Sardonic, searing, seductive, and surreal, the award-winning Meditations in Green is regarded by many as the best novel of the Vietnam War. It is a kaleidoscopic collage that whirls about an indelible array of images and characters: perverted Winkly, who opted for the army to stay off of welfare; eccentric Payne, who’s obsessed with the film he’s making of the war; and bucolic Claypool, who’s irrevocably doomed to a fate worse than death, just to name a few.
Floating at the center of this psychedelic spin is Specialist 4 James Griffin. In country, Griffin studies the jungle of carpet-bomb photos as he fights desperately to keep his grip on reality. Battling addiction stateside after his tour, he studies the green of household plants as he struggles mightily to regain his sanity. With mesmerizing action and Joycean interior monologues, Stephen Wright has created a book that is as much an homage to the darkness of war as it is a testament to the transcendence of art.
Stephen Wright is a New York–based novelist known for his use of surrealistic imagery and dark comedy. He has taught writing courses at various universities, including Princeton, Brown, and the New School.
"Meditations in Green", written by Stephen Wright, is a very dark story that seems to have no coherence. I found it difficult to understand at times because of the way that it was written. There was a lot of drug induced hallucinations in the story, and the story itself was very disorienting. It was a mixture of what was happening while he, the soldier James Griffin, was in Vietnam and what his life was like currently after Vietnam.
It was absurd, but sometimes good. I will have to re-listen to it some time to see if I can understand it better! A very contemporary novel.
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should have read this powerful, upsetting, excellent book decades ago. glad it became an audiobook. thanks
Written by someone whose elevator doesn't quite go all the way to the top.........not a story at all but aimless meandering philosophical trash.
I want my $10 back.