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- The Naked and the Dead: 50th Anniversary Edition, With a New Introduction by the Author
- The Naked and the Dead
- The Naked and the Dead
- Norman Mailer's 'The Naked and the Dead' - An analysis
The Naked and the Dead: 50th Anniversary Edition, With a New Introduction by the Author
By Norman Mailer. Hailed as one of the finest novels to come out of the Second World War, The Naked and the Dead received unprecedented critical acclaim upon its publication and has since enjoyed a long and well-deserved tenure in the American canon. This fiftieth anniversary edition features a new introduction created especially for the occasion by Norman Mailer.
Written in gritty, journalistic detail, the story follows a platoon of Marines who are stationed on the Japanese-held island of Anopopei. Composed in with the wisdom of a man twice Mailer's age and the raw courage of the young man he was, The Naked and the Dead is representative of the best in twentieth-century American writing. When morning came, assault craft would be lowered and a first wave of troops would ride through the surf and charge ashore on the beach at Anopopei.
All over the ship, all through the convoy, there was a knowledge that in a few hours some of them were going to be dead. A soldier lies flat on his bunk, closes his eyes, and remains wide-awake. All about him, like the soughing of surf, he hears the murmurs of men dozing fitfully. He decides he wants to go to the head, and cursing a little, he wriggles up to a sitting position, his legs hanging over the bunk, the steel pipe of the hammock above cutting across his hunched back.
He sighs, reaches for his shoes, which he has tied to a stanchion, and slowly puts them on. His bunk is the fourth in a tier of five, and he climbs down uncertainly in the half-darkness, afraid of stepping on one of the men in the hammocks below him.
On the floor he picks his way through a tangle of bags and packs, stumbles once over a rifle, and makes his way to the bulkhead door. He passes through another hold whose aisle is just as cluttered, and finally reaches the head. Inside the air is steaming. Even now a man is using the sole fresh-water shower, which has been occupied ever since the troops have come on board. The soldier walks past the crap games in the unused salt-water shower stalls, and squats down on the wet split boards of the latrine.
He has forgotten his cigarettes and he bums one from a man sitting a few feet away. As he smokes he looks at the black wet floor littered with butts, and listens to the water sloshing through the latrine box. There has been really no excuse for coming, but he continues to sit on the box because it is cooler here, and the odor of the latrine, the brine, the chlorine, the clammy bland smell of wet metal is less oppressive than the heavy sweating fetor of the troop holds.
The soldier remains for a long time, and then slowly he stands up, hoists his green fatigue pants, and thinks of the struggle to get back to his bunk. And as he returns, he is thinking of an early morning in his childhood when he had lain awake because it was to be his birthday and his mother had promised him a party. Early that evening Wilson and Gallagher and Staff Sergeant Croft had started a game of seven card stud with a couple of orderlies from headquarters platoon.
They had grabbed the only empty place on the hold deck where it was possible to see the cards once the lights were turned off. Even then they were forced to squint, for the only bulb still lit was a blue one near the ladder, and it was difficult to tell the red suits from the black.
They had been playing for hours, and by now they were in a partial stupor. If the hands were unimportant, the betting was automatic, almost unconscious. He was feeling very good. There was a stack of Australian pound notes scattered sloppily and extravagantly under his crossed legs, and while he felt it was bad luck to count his money, he knew he must have won nearly a hundred pounds.
It gave him a thick lustful sensation in his throat, the kind of excitement he received from any form of abundance. Ah tell ya, he announced to Croft in his soft southern voice, this kind of money is gonna be the ruination of me yet. Ah never will be able to figger out these goddam pounds. Croft gave no answer. He was losing a little, but, more annoying, his hands had been drab all night.
Gallagher grunted scornfully. What the hell! All you need is an arm to pick it up with. Wilson giggled. He laughed again with an easy, almost childish glee and began to deal. He was a big man about thirty years old with a fine mane of golden-brown hair, and a healthy ruddy face whose large features were formed cleanly. Incongruously, he wore a pair of round silver-rimmed glasses which gave him at first glance a studious or, at least, a methodical appearance.
As he dealt his fingers seemed to relish the teasing contact of the cards. He reflected for a moment, holding an undealt card in his hand, and then chuckled. They was a gal Ah had once on the end of town, wife of a friend of mine, and she had one of the meanest rolls a man could want. He shook his head in tribute, wiped the back of his hand against his high sculptured forehead, brought it up over his golden pompadour, and chuckled mirthfully.
Man, he said softly, it was like dipping it in a barrel of honey. He dealt two cards face down to each man, and then turned over the next round. When the campaign was over, he told himself, he was going to drum up some way of making liquor. There was a mess sergeant over in Charley Company who must have made two thousand of them pounds the way he sold a quart for five pounds.
All a man needed was sugar and yeast and some of them cans of peaches or apricots. In anticipation he felt a warm mellow glow in his chest. Why, you could even make it with less. Cousin Ed, he remembered, had used molasses and raisins, and his stuff had been passing decent. For a moment, though, Wilson was dejected. There was just gonna be a lot of problems to it, unless he waited till the campaign was over and they were in permanent bivouac.
But that was gonna take too long. It might even be three or four months. Wilson began to feel restless. There was just too much figgering a man had to do if he wanted to get anything for himself in the Army. Gallagher had folded early in that hand too, and was looking at Wilson with resentment. It took somebody like that dumb cracker to win all the big pots. He had lost thirty pounds at least, almost a hundred dollars, and, while most of it was money he had won earlier on this trip, that did not excuse him.
He thought of his wife, Mary, now seven months pregnant, and tried to remember how she looked. But all he could feel was a sense of guilt. What right did he have to be throwing away money that should have been sent to her? He was feeling a deep and familiar bitterness; everything turned out lousy for him sooner or later. His mouth tightened. No matter what he tried, no matter how hard he worked, he seemed always to be caught.
The bitterness became sharper, flooded him for a moment. There was something he wanted, something he could feel and it was always teasing him and disappearing. That Jew had been having a lot of goddam luck, and suddenly his bitterness changed into rage, constricted in his throat, and came out in a passage of dull throbbing profanity. All right, all right, he said, how about giving the goddam cards a break.
Pretty fuggin funny, Gallagher muttered half to himself. He was a short man with a bunched wiry body that gave the impression of being gnarled and sour. His face, in character with this, was small and ugly, pocked with the scars of a severe acne which had left his skin lumpy, spotted with swatches of purple-red. Perhaps it was the color of his face, or it might have been the shape of his long Irish nose, which slanted resentfully to the side, but he always looked wroth.
Yet, he was only twenty-four. The seven of hearts was showing. He looked cautiously at his two buried cards, discovered both of them were also hearts, and allowed himself a little hope. Wilson bet a pound, and Gallagher raised him. Croft and Levy came along, and when the other man dropped out, Gallagher felt cheated.
You going chickenshit? His statement was lost in the skittering of the money onto the folded blanket upon which they were playing, but it left him with a cold shuddering anxiety as though he had blasphemed. Hail Mary, mother of… he repeated quickly to himself. He saw himself lying on the beach with a bloody nub where his head should have been.
His next card fell, a spade. Would they ship his body home, he wondered, and would Mary come to his grave? The self-pity was delicious. What did Mary, his Mary, look like? He strained to remember, to form her face exactly in his mind. But he could not at this moment; it eluded him like the melody of a half-recalled song that kept shifting back into other, more familiar tunes.
He drew a heart on the next card. That gave him four hearts and there would be two more chances to pull the fifth heart.
His anxiety eased and then was translated to a vital interest in the game. He looked about him. Levy was folding his hand even before the round of betting started, and Croft was showing a pair of tens. Croft bet two pounds, and Gallagher decided that he had the third ten.
Wilson giggled a little and fumbled sloppily for his money. Gallagher fingered his few remaining bills and told himself this was the last opportunity to come back.
The Naked and the Dead
Based on Mailer's own experience of military service in the Philippines during World War Two, The Naked and the Dead' is a graphically truthful and shattering portrayal of ordinary men in battle. First published in , as America was still basking in the glories of the Allied victory, it altered forever the popular perception of warfare. Focusing on the experiences of a fourteen-man platoon stationed on a Japanese-held island in the South Pacific during World War II, and written in a journalistic style, it tells the moving story of the soldiers' struggle to retain a sense of dignity amidst the horror of warfare, and to find a source of meaning in their lives amisdst the sounds and fury of battle. Norman Mailer. His first novel, The Naked and the Dead , was published to immediate critical acclaim in - and has been hailed as 'the best war novel to emerge from the United States' Anthony Burgess. The Executioner's Song , first published in , won the Pulitzer Prize in - an award which Mailer has won twice during his writing career. Norman Mailer was born in and went to Harvard when he was sixteen.
It is relatively easy to be anti-war when the wars in question are the economically motivated World War I, or our unfortunate debacle in Vietnam. If you are truly inclined to celebrate combat, make sure your story takes place in the safely distant past. Yet WWII is still generally perceived as a just war, and few but the most committed pacifists — or right-wing neo-Nazis — would contend that Hitler Evil Adolph was not worth fighting. No doubt Laughton would have taken an unambiguously anti-war point of view. Walsh was, after all, an action filmmaker, best known for his exuberant direction of Errol Flynn in stories of macho camaraderie Gentleman Jim, They Died with Their Boots On and exploits behind enemy lines Desperate Journey. Clearly, there was a part of Walsh that identified with this character. Croft Ray.
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In its main characters, particularly the American com- mander, Major General Edward Cummings, and his junior officers Lieutenant Hearn and Sergeant Croft, the.
The Naked and the Dead
By Norman Mailer. Hailed as one of the finest novels to come out of the Second World War, The Naked and the Dead received unprecedented critical acclaim upon its publication and has since enjoyed a long and well-deserved tenure in the American canon. This fiftieth anniversary edition features a new introduction created especially for the occasion by Norman Mailer. Written in gritty, journalistic detail, the story follows a platoon of Marines who are stationed on the Japanese-held island of Anopopei.
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Skip to search form Skip to main content You are currently offline. Some features of the site may not work correctly. Reissue of a modern classic - the book that catapulted Norman Mailer to fame on its first publication in Based on Mailer's own experience of military service in the Philippines during World War Two, 'The Naked and the Dead' is a graphically truthful and shattering portrayal of ordinary men in battle. First published in , as America was still basking in the glories of the Allied victory, it altered forever the popular perception of warfare.
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