Reviewed by TONY BAER:

   

MICHAEL HERR – Dispatches. Knopf, hardcover, 1977. Avon, paperback, 1978, 1981. Several other reprint editions.

   Esquire dispatched Michael Herr to Vietnam at the height of the conflict. He got carte blanche to write whatever he wanted however he wanted.

   So Herr embedded himself on dangerous missions, hung out at Khe Sanh with the enlisted men. Befriending Errol Flynn’s son Sean, a war photographer, taking all the drugs the enlisted men took. Matching them drink for drink. Dangerous mission by dangerous mission. Digging the adrenaline rush of danger, the truth brisk tearing against your face in the crosswinds of bullshit pontifications by headquarters. Painting a version of reality for the TV audiences back home that had nothing to do with the experience of the men on the ground. And that was the only truth Herr and Flynn were interested in.

   Herr contributed to both Apocalypse Now and Full Metal Jacket. And if you ‘enjoyed’ those, I’d recommend Dispatches for some more of the same thing. But a bit more intense, if anything. At least for me. A book is about as direct as you can get to actually sharing another’s thoughts and experiences. A movie has to go thru a kagillion producers, a director, other writers, editors, etc, only then to be further interpreted by actors and cinematographers and lighting and makeup artists and projectionists and laddyladdydoodledah. So you get a mediated experience from what the author really went thru or imagined.

   So yeah. If you wanna see and hear what it was like for ordinary American infantrymen in Vietnam, scribbled down in a notebook at the very moment when the shit was going down, this is it. Unfiltered, fully caffeinated, and 200 proof.