The Women by Kristin Hannah
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Frankie is a naive 20-year-old nurse from Coronado Island, home of the U.S. Navy base in San Diego. The time is during the early days of the Vietnam War. Her brother is killed in action and she joins up to serve her country. The first half of the book is much of what I expected, the story of the naive girl becoming battle hardened and a highly skilled surgical nurse. She learns to smoke and drink, loses her virginity and bonds with her fellow surgical nurses. The war turns bad and the government lies to the public about it. A lot of it is M*A*S*H like. I thought that part was exciting and well-written.
[Spoiler alert] The second half of the book focuses on how she was treated, mistreated, or ignored after she came back to the U.S. The book went off the rails at that point. Every bad thing that could happen to her did. Her family was ashamed of her and hid the fact she’d been in Vietnam. Strangers spit on her if she wore her uniform. No one, even the VA, believed that she was a Vietnam veteran because “there were no women in Vietnam.” She developed a drug and alcohol problem, etc. It became too Dickensian to be believable. If no one thought she’d been in Vietnam, why would so many people spit on her? Her nurse comrades, now stateside, rescued her several times but she kept self-sabotaging. Her family stuck with her, but neither parent approved of her service. They had envisioned her being a nurse, meeting a doctor, and marrying and producing grandchildren, not serving in a war zone. The author couldn’t seem to make up her mind. As the book progressed, more and more time was spent on Frankie’s romantic life and clothes like a typical chick lit novel then much more on anti-establishment politics of the day – anti-war protests, feminism, and then switching back to Frankie’s nursing career. It bounced all over the place and couldn’t settle on a theme. I’d give the first half a solid four stars, the second half two stars, so I’m rating it the average: 3.