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Whether fiction is dead might be a supper-party conversation on the Upper West Side or in Santa Monica, but for some black men, fiction is one of the few means by which they can tell their story. It took John A. Williams and John O. Killens to write about the experiences of black men during World War II. In his And Then We Heard the Thunder, Killens, like black male writers of the past, exposed one of the cherished myths of the culturethat "the Greatest Generation" was all virtuous and fought a war to save democracy. In his book, members of that generation are shown lynching black soldiers, denying them civil rights, and treating their enemies better than their black comrades.
Anthony Grooms, with his first novel, Bombingham, joins a distinguished group of authors who have written about the experience of black soldiers in Vietnam. They include Lorenzo Thomas, Yusef Komunyakaa, Arthur Flowers, and George Davis. Grooms is well aware of popular culture's omission of black soldiers' experience in war. His character Walter Burke says: "I had seen From Here to Eternity, but I had never known that black men had died at Pearl Harbor; I didn't even think blacks were allowed into Pearl Harbor. Nowhere in our history books did I see a black soldier . . . or on statues."
The novel alternates between Walter Burke in combat, described in horrifying detail, writing a letter to the parents of his dead comrade Haywood, and flashbacks to Walter Burke as a boy, coming of age during the civil rights struggle of 1960s Birmingham, Alabama. These public conflicts are played against the private turmoil of the Burke family. A stubborn and stern mother, who believes that faith healers will cure her cancer, fights with the father, a high school science teacher, whose approach to life is "scientific." Their quarrels rip the family apart, so that relatives have to be summoned to assume control of the household. This gives Grooms a chance to present the viewpoints of three generations of blacks about the growing militancy of Birmingham blacks who also want to settle old scores between themselves.
As in the case of many black families, a terrible injustice, committed in the past, haunts every generation. In this book, a grandfather died in jail after being falsely accused of rape by a white woman. As the young Burke and his sister Josie join their young friend Lamar in the demonstrations, they are scolded by their conservative parents, in a rare instance of agreement. Burke's father says, "Listen, Son, it is very important that you don't get involved in that tomfoolery. It could ruin what chances you have. It's dangerous." His dying mother is a proud segregationist who barely contains her contempt for whites: "We never saw any white people, so we were just who we were. We didn't have to pretend one way or the other. No delusions about 'overcoming.' " Both Josie and her brother defy their parents and conservative school officials by joining Dr. King and the demonstrators. Even their dog, Bingo, gets into the act, killed during a courageous confrontation with a police dog.
Bombingham is constructed so well that it could be used as a textbook in writing classes. It's a perfect traditional novel. There are characters whom you feel for. The scenes are so vivid that they could be staged without any adaptation. The characters' speeches tell you as much about the characters as the excellent descriptions. Well-crafted novels are common, however. Grooms brings more to his book. His talent and persistence are evident in this virtuoso performance, in which a variety of fictional techniques are on full display. He has the rare ability to transport the reader to those times about which he writes. We even get the odors, and the sounds, the popular music and television shows of the 1950s. His battlefield writing brings the war home to the reader: "The thirty-calibers picked up again; the mud became soupy with blood and piss; the sun became hotter, and the air filled with biting flies. There was the smell of open bowels, smoke, and oil. The guns whined and popped incessantly."