Review: Mrs Lieutenant

A couple of weeks ago I received a google alert for Elgin, Illinois. I get them several times a week, and usually read them, then delete them. This one, however, I not only read and saved, but I took action that I don’t regret.

The alert was about an author, Phyllis Zimbler Miller, who grew up in Elgin. I’d not heard of the author, but found her on a site I’d been to before, The Author’s Den.  I sent her a message, telling her I was pleased to see that Elgin produced talented people and that I’d also grown up there. I also found her on twitter and found her weblogs. In fact, this woman is all over the Internet.

I added her to my twitter feed and we exchanged a couple of twits and messages on The Author’s Den. She offered to send me her book to read and review here. I accepted, so here we are.

I have to admit, when I looked at the cover of the book and read the blurb on the back, I was a little worried that I was not going to like it. After all, I was a knee-jerk anti-war teenager (and am a more thoughtful anti-war middle-aged woman). Why on earth would the story of four vastly different women who happened to be married to budding army Lieutenants in the 1970′s interest me in the slightest?

I was mistaken. Mrs. Lieutenant was an interesting read. It kept my interest and I came away from it more enlightened about life of military folk during the Viet Nam war. The book has romance, drama, drama, sex, and conflict. I cared about the characters and hated a couple of them. What more could I ask for?

The premise of the book is that four young women from different US cultures are thrown together for a couple of months on a military base while their husbands complete some needed training. Although backgrounds and pasts differ, their futures seem to all hold at least one near-definite: the possibility of their husband’s going to, and possibly dying, in Viet Nam.

Sharon Gold, the main character, is a Jewish anti-war protester from Chicago, Illinois. Donna is a Puerto Rican married to an “Anglo”. Kim is a white woman from South Carolina who doesn’t like Jews, Puerto Ricans or Blacks. Wendy is a sheltered Black woman from South Carolina.

While I believed the tension between Kim and the other women, I had a hard time understanding the tension that Sharon felt. Maybe I’m too young to remember tension between Jews and non-Jews, or perhaps I’ve lived in a community with a lot of Jewish culture for so long. Although, I do admit to not knowing anyone Jewish in my hometown until I got to high school, but it never seemed to be an issue — in fact I might have known them, just didn’t know they were Jewish.

I think this book might even appeal more to women that lived that life — even if they lived it during other wars, or during times of peace (have we actually had those?)

While Ms Zimbler Miller’s writing style occasionally felt awkward (possibly because she was writing in language of the 1970s), there were some spots of brilliant writing:

“Don’t lie to me. I know you were with a man.”

Jim’s face flushes with the ugliest shade of purple she’s ever seen. His eyes will pop out of his face any minute, landing at her feet and rolling away, becoming marbles for Squeaky to chase.

She sinks to the floor as her knees fold under her. “I swear Jim, I swear on my sister’s life, that I was home all day alone. That I was not with another man today, or ever before, or ever in the future.” The tears plop onto her hands.

He stides down the hall. In a moment he’s back.

He has the gun!

“I’ll kill you if you’re ever with another man. I promise you, Kim, I’ll kill you.”

So, as I told Ms Zimbler Miller in my first message — it’s great to see that Elgin, Illinois produced people with her talent. She spent time at the very same library I did as a young child — perhaps we read the same books.

I’m sending this book to my Aunt Ginny, who went to high school with Ms Zimbler Miller. I think she’ll even get more out of it than I did.

Sound bites from the early 70′s

My constant companion, RQ-209s, captured many [seemingly] important as well as unimportant audio moments in the 1970′s. Below are a few. The tape must have been damaged, because every so often the sound was erased. Perhaps it was too close to a magnet or maybe it is just age.

The first part of the tape was a TV weather broadcast. I didn’t know why I would record a weatherman talking, but then remembered that in junior high we had a visit from one of the weathermen on a local TV station. I recorded his mention of the visit. (Kimball Tigers)

It’s interesting hearing this voice from nearly 40 years ago. Voices seemed different then. More full perhaps.

Listen to an unknown weatherman from nineteen seventy-something.

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And here I am playing Silent Night [poorly] on my green electric organ.

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Here is a card game. I think my dad was losing and being nasty about it, but it is hard to understand in many spots. It’s neat hearing my Aunt Ginny and grandparents. I wonder if anyone knew they were being taped.

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I like this one – Kevin comes in from outside and I taunt him. I threaten him, but we end up laughing. I think he has another friend in the house too. The cat also has a word or two to say.

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This next sound bite is part of a call-in radio broadcast centering on the firing of Elgin’s police chief whose name was Hanson. I don’t remember it at all. The speaker seems to be the city manager. Mayor at the time was William Rauschenberger. My parents either strongly liked him or strongly didn’t like him. I think my mom must have taped this.

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This next is someone singing — but I don’t know who it was. I’m sure it wasn’t me. I cannot carry a note. My mom might have done this, but I don’t think she would sound that good. It might have been my grandmother, but I don’t know why she would do this on my tape recorder.

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Here’s a little bit from WLS, my preferred radio station at the time. I wish I had not ruined it at the end with the beep beep beep noises.

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My cat, Cinder, was part Siamese. She howled like one. My first landlord thought I was hiding a baby in the apartment.

Listen to Cinder howl.

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Finally, I don’t know whether this last sound bite is funny or depressing. I certainally sounded depressed at first – mostly because I knew this tape was not a very good birthday gift and was upset with myself that I didn’t make more of an effort to get him something. It ends ok, with my brother and me collaborating, but is hard to understand in many spots.

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Elgin again

Heading off to Elgin tomorrow afternoon. Parents again – but this time it is my husband’s family.

Ruth at our houseMy mother-in-law passed away last night. My husband was there – he got to say his goodbyes – although he feels like it was more important that he was there in September when his mom was more lucid. She’d been “out of it” for a while. I’m glad he got to spend time with her then and that he was there last night. I’m also glad that my children saw her last when she was standing and able to give us all hugs goodbye. I really didn’t expect that hug to be the last one – I thought she’d be around for a while yet.

On this side of 50, I think about death a lot more than I did before. Not in a frightened way, just in a matter of fact kind of way, although I’d rather not think about it at all. It is amazing – and probably good – that young people don’t realize how short life really is – it is a rather depressing thought.

The kids and I spent the day getting ready for our trip. Andrew, who will be a pallbearer, wanted a black (as opposed to navy) suit for the funeral. He also needed shoes – he’d grown a couple of sizes from the last dress shoes we bought (two years ago).

We’re staying in a motel this trip. I felt it would be easier on everyone. My family would have the space and privacy to get ready for the ceremonies. We’d also be able to be together – something that was not easily done during the summer. It will be a little odd, staying in a motel in my hometown, but it is for the best.