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cmarie1665 's review for:
The Killer Angels
by Michael Shaara
"So this is tragedy. Yes. He nodded. In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity" (362). Here's what struck me about this book: The spare prose made each word so meaningful; each metaphor lingered, suspended, poignant. I felt such empathy for both sides. I was mesmerized by the slow unfolding of the battle and felt actually physically ill as I read the final pages, knowing with historical hindsight the outcome.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred." (Tennyson)
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred." (Tennyson)