The cancer of war.
Spreading like a plague from its epicentre, gorging on flesh, derailing minds, torturing emotions - only the strongest survive and then just barely.
An all pervading turmoil unbound by time or distance.
Entirely artificial, entirely human.

Tree of Smoke follows several characters in the Vietnam war, expertly leading the reader through its horrors from both sides of the engagement. Family, love, hopelessness, revenge, survival, purpose are all major themes, as they struggle with what truths they find in the choices they make. Anyone who has read 2666 by Robert Bolaño, should recall the chapter about the deaths. The saturated, desensitising prose so relentless to become paradoxically impressive. Tree of Smoke achieves something similar. What Denis Johnson has done here is capture war in all its atrocity.

I have now read five novels by Johnson and this is (so far) the jewel in the crown, despite its low 3.5 rating on goodreads, unsurprising, for two reasons:

1. War is a heavy subject matter which I doubt is every reader's idea of a 'good read' (I empathise of course and need time between books of this nature but war is so entwined in the human condition (sadly) that the subject leads to some of the very best writing - Birdsong, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Slaughterhouse 5, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, War and Peace and of course, Catch-22)

2. I read parts of Tree of Smoke and listened to parts on audiobook, which was read amazingly by the actor Will Patton (of which I include a link to an excerpt below). Patton's handling of voice differentiation for the dialogues between characters was sublime and really improved the clarity and dynamics of their interactions, which my own reading in my head couldn't replicate (instead leading to confusion and rereadings). Johnson is such a skilful writer of dialogue - he knows exactly what other people would say that the characters sound like real people. Complimented by Patton's reading, the effect is very powerful. I wonder if people who solely read the book appreciated this element in the same way?

This book is a work of art, cementing Johnson in modern literature as one of its greatest writers (in my humble opinion). Although he is now lost to us, I'm thankful there are so many more of his offerings I have left to read. Jesus' son is apparently his arguable best - it will have to be one hell of a book to surmount what Tree of Smoke achieves. It is another symbol, in addition to the other important books previously mentioned, of why people should read, not war.

Will Patton reading Tree of Smoke:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdDOGebqZr8 ( )

After 130 pages I still can't find the epic. Enough. ( )

Here's what I wrote in 2008 about this read: "Wow. Was Vietnam this bad, this hopeless, this full of men one is tempted to label "losers"? Reviews suggest this could be the defining novel on the Vietnam War; no wonder we as a nation are still getting over it." ( )

Joel's 10/06/07 review states in part: "Michiko Kakutani hated it. Frank Rich loved it. But only Salon got it right. This is a massive book, with a big topic (the Vietnam War) cross-referenced with another big topic (military intelligence), further complicated by big technique (multiple characters, heady mystery and homages to cultural classics -- Heart of Darkness, the novels of Graham Greene, and war cinema like Apocalypse Now and Platoon). Opinion on this book seems to divide between people willing to chew through a 600-page novel and those who don't have the patience. If you're game to meditate on something as unpleasant as a botched war and its covert operations, Tree of Smoke is highly rewarding."
That said, and in spite of much critical acclaim regarding this book, I place myself in the impatient group having trouble plowing through a longish novel and meditating on unpleasant individuals in unpleasant circumstances.

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Tree of Smoke is long, sprawling, and not exactly an example of a story with a tidy conclusion. It's focus is on a mostly doomed set of characters, who are all involved with the Vietnam War, mainly in the periods before and after the Tet Offensive. It includes the iconoclastic CIA veteran, Colonel Francis Sands, his nephew and fellow CIA operative, Skip Sands, the two Houston brothers from Phoenix, a Canadian 7th Day Adventist nurse who has lost her husband, the Colonel's Vietnamese driver and his nephew, the Colonel's helicopter pilot, a potential Viet Cong double agent, and a whole host of other characters trying to navigate their way through the war (and perhaps through Johnson's labyrinthine story.) But--it is Dennis Johnson--so, even if sometimes things as a whole don't work out, such as a few plot threads that I would say aren't quite wrapped up to my satisfaction, the writing is extraordinary, and there are scenes here that will stick with you for a long while, such as James Houston's first encounter with real warfare after thinking he was in a safe position guarding the Colonel's landing zone, or an assassin's preparation to kill the Viet Cong double agent, or a bar scene with an Australian dwarf.... It goes on and on. So many of the great scenes are not necessary to the story--but they are necessary to the book!

The atmosphere, first in the Philippines, then in Vietnam, is damp, hot, and oppressive. The hotels, streets, taxis, pedicabs, restaurants, and other locations are portrayed in vivid colors. There is no paint-by-numbers in Johnson's book. Nothing is generic. Everything, down to the beer and cigarettes is as real as fiction can make it. I listened to most of this as an audiobook, read incredibly well by Will Patton, but my loan ran out and couldn't be renewed, so I read the last 60 pages or so. I haven't quite read all of Johnson's work yet, but it is all extremely worthwhile, and this is no exception. Just be prepared to take your time. There's a lot here to mull over as you listen or read. This is not any sort of realistic fictional depiction of THE Vietnam War, but it is a few people's Vietnam War, and perhaps that is easier to understand, in the end. The book only has one real hero--and she is about as unheroic as they come. But she perseveres. ( )

I loved the writing and I felt right at home following the characters around in Denis Johnson's Vietnam War setting, but the story simply wasn't for me. Tree of Smoke gives me a Catch-22 vibe, a story I eventually learned to love but is a hard book to relate to, and there's a little bit of that going on here. Other reviews have suggested that more-than-a-passing awareness of Vietnamese history in a mid-20th century context is required to appreciate what this novel is trying to say. I can certainly understand that. ( )

"There was once a war in Asia that had among its tragedies the fact that it followed World War II, a modern war that had somehow managed to retain or revive some of the glories and romances of earlier wars. This Asian war however failed to give any romances outside of hellish myths.

Among the denizens to be twisted beyond recognition--even, or especially, beyond recognition by themselves, were a young Canadian widow and a young American man who alternately thought of himself as the Quiet American and the Ugly American, and who wished to be neither, who wanted instead to be the Wise American, or the Good American, but who eventually came to witness himself as the Real American and finally simply as the Fucking American.

That's me..."
--Denis Johnson, from Tree of Smoke ( )

An immediate reread is happening. ( )

I'm a Denis Johnson fan. I enjoyed a lot of this, but it just seemed to go on and on for no apparent reason at some points. The book was so all over the place that I found myself lost quite often in terms of who was who and the storyline. Not quite of a slog as Catch 22, but it was approaching that territory. I wanted to like it more than I did because I like the author and, of course, there was a lot of hype surrounding the book. Tree of Smoke had its moments and I'm glad I read it, but ultimately it was just too long and disorganized for a better review. ( )

This was a good ride. Immersive, sweaty, worth a reread one of these days. ( )

Se me ha hecho muy largo y pesado. ( )

“And I will give portents in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and palm trees of trees of smoke. The sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes.”

- Joel 2:30-32

"They were born into a land at war. Born into a time of trial that never ends.”

This is the late Mr. Johnson's magnum opus on the Vietnam war. I wish I could say I loved it. The novel begins in 1963, and focuses on William “Skip” Sands, a CIA operative and alternates with two brothers, from Arizona that become soldiers, in southwest Asia. The story follows these characters through 1970 and then revisits them in the early 80s, as broken men. This is closer to Graham Greene, than Matterhorn, a book I absolutely loved. This is a National Book award winner, so maybe I missed certain themes or the author's hidden message but I never fully engaged with the characters. There is still much to admire, the ambition and some fine writing but this overlong ode to a pointless, bitter war just didn't work for me. ( )

One of the best audiobooks I have listened to in a very long time. Will Patton is without equal when it comes to reading American classics. His interpretation is virtuoso without upstaging the material. Did not want this to end. ( )

Not a typical book for me at all but I could not put it down. It's so easy to read despite being quite dark and cynical. ( )

TREE OF SMOKE, by Denis Johnson.

Wow! Double wow even. Whatever I say about Johnson's book couldn't begin to describe what a magnificent accomplishment it is. It's one of those books that, had Johnson written no other books, would still cement his reputation in the canon of American literature. Filled with rich, fully realized characters and descriptions of the whole Vietnam era - and its long-lasting and far-reaching repercussions - TREE OF SMOKE is a book that will stick with me for a long time. CIA operatives Skip Sands, his larger-than-life uncle, "the colonel" F.X. Sands, Rick Voss, Crodelle - they all ring true, like 'em or not. And Sgt Jimmy Storm and brothers Bill and James Houston ring equally true as psychopathic emotional casualties of that war. And Hao, Minh and Trung are Vietnamese characters who keep turning up in a web of intrigue, deception and betrayal. Kathy Jones, the young widow of a missionary, who tries so hard to save as many of the orphans of the war, could break your heart. And there is also a chillingly professional German assassin, Dietrich Fest, who keeps turning up, product of a Nazi father and an SS older brother.

This book has been called a "masterpiece" and, I think, an American War and Peace. And this kind of praise is not an exaggeration. The book's 700-page bulk could seem intimidating, and maybe that's why I didn't read it eight years ago, when it won the National Book Award. Well the story is so well-made, so gripping, that I read it in just a few days. It's that good. Johnson seems to have grasped the awfulness of this war, and voices it in the words of his Corporal James Houston, a three-tour burned-out psychopath, who explains why he maimed and murdered a Vietnamese woman while on a LURP patrol -

"... because she's a whore, and this is a war. And that's what happens, because this is a war, and because this is not just a war."

The influence of Graham Green's THE QUIET AMERICAN is obvious here, as is THE UGLY AMERICAN. In fact both books are mentioned more than once. Religion and its failures are also central to the story. A Catholic priest notes that "God doesn't care who is Protestant or Catholic. God himself is not Catholic."

A line that I must admit made me smile, and also to reflect, 'hmm ... neither was Jesus, come to think of it."

Two very small complaints from me: One, Johnson makes the error of placing the Defense Language Institute and the Naval Postgraduate School in Carmel. Both are in Monterey. And he also errs in referring to a "Major's bars" as an insignia of rank. A Major's insignia is a gold oak leaf. Only lieutenants and captains have "bars."

But enough. Better and smarter men than I have already praised this book extravagantly. Well, all those good things they said? Me too. I'm so glad I finally read this book. Very highly recommended.

- Tim Bazzett, author of the Cold War memoir, SOLDIER BOY: AT PLAY IN THE ASA ( )

Speaking of John F. Kennedy’ assassination, the Colonel in Denis Johnson’s [Tree of Smoke] says, “The dividing line between light and dark goes through the center of every heart, every soul. There isn’t one of us who isn’t guilty of his death.” For Johnson, the Colonel resides in the same boiling cauldron as Shakespeare’s witches from Macbeth, prophesying the end of tragic circumstances at the beginning of the tale and then woven in throughout the tale to recall what evil lies ahead and to make sense of the evil that has been done along the way. The Colonel learns of Kennedy’s death while in the Philippines, just after loaning his rifle to a young sailor, who uses it to senselessly shoot a monkey out of a tree. That the Colonel is responsible for the weapon that killed the monkey, the parallel to Kennedy’s death, and all of the death that would follow in Vietnam, is clear. The death of the innocent animal, on the heels of Kennedy’s assassination, also lays out the pattern for [Tree of Smoke]: a person acts out of his dark heart, frustrated and confused and alight with anger, and then tries to make sense of it, find salvation, find the light, while banded about on every side by the muddle of life and human endeavor.

After laying the blame for Kennedy’s assassination at humanity’s feet, the Colonel, again doing the work of Shakespeare’s weird sisters, goes on to describe the state of the world at the time, “We’re in a world wide war, have been for close to twenty years. … It’s a covert World War Three. It’s Armageddon by proxy. It’s a contest between good and evil, and its true ground is the heart of every human.” So, it’s not just Kennedy’s murder, it’s really the state of affairs in general, around the globe, good battling with evil for supremacy in the heart of men. Blame for evil, or praise for good, is usually meted out by the populace to those in power, and usually in helpless passivity, viewing the things that happen in the world outside of any control at the personal level. But Johnson focus is keenly aimed at the common man, as all of his characters, even the Colonel, hale from the everyday of life. Their salvation is dependent on personal choices, unequivocally outside the realm of any higher responsibility. And it is redemption in small bits, not in glorious acts but painfully eked out in the microcosms of the day-to-day.

The Colonel, and his nephew, Skip Sands, are at play in the fields of intelligence, the CIA, and Johnson treads the opaque world of Graham Greene. At one point, Skip even muses on whether he is a “quiet American” or “an ugly American,” playing on the title of Greene’s own examination of geo-politics in Indochina, [The Quiet American]. Johnson owes a great deal to Greene for helping to establish the murky, heaving tone of the Colonel and Skip’s portion of the story. For another story line, Johnson uses a missionary with a crisis of faith, again harkening to novels by Peter Matthieson, [At Play in the Fields of the Lord] or Paul Theroux, [The Mosquito Coast]. And Johnson’s view of the raw, wild American soldier in the jungles of Vietnam calls to mind Mailer’s [The Naked and the Dead] or Oliver Stone’s film “Platoon.” Toward the end of the book, a character embarks on a trek into the heart of the jungle to find the Colonel, who may or may not be dead, reminiscent of Conrad’s [Heart of Darkness] or the film version of the story, “Apocalypse Now.” There is a lot of either homage or redux in Johnson’s book, but he saves himself from mimicry with a unique, eloquent voice, cascading away from the ground covered in these other works in provocative stances on the human condition, as communicated by complex and conflicted people who represent the very essence of everyday.

There is a mildly nihilistic feeling about the resolution for all of the characters, as though whatever redemption they manage will not carry them far. Or maybe Johnson was trying to temper any saving grace with the hopeless repetitiveness of human behavior. Near the end of the book, a friend of the Colonel’s quotes Marcus Aurelius in speaking about him, “You may break your heart, but men will go on as before.” That’s the same heart that the Colonel declared was divided between good and evil. So, Johnson provides some hope in the story but leavens it with a healthy pinch of inevitability.

One passage in the book was particularly relevant with the current debate over the use of torture. After the death of one of their sergeants, a platoon apprehends a Viet Cong guerilla. They string him up to a tree, so that he is hanging from his wrists, bound behind him, and then they take turns at beating and mutilating him. The depraved punishment they inflict on their enemy is astonishing, but it is instructive of the weakness that humans have for vengeance, a tendency described more recently by former Vice President Cheney’s defense of the torture green-lighted after the 9/11 attacks. Johnson could not have scripted Cheney any better had he been one of the characters in the book; a dark figure obscured in shadow, manipulating the strings hanging from his hands.

Johnson won the National Book Award and was a Pulitzer finalist for this book, the largest in both depth and scope to that date in his career. But the award is probably more of a reflection of the surprise at Johnson’s ability to drag himself into such new territory. Having never read any of Johnson’s other work, I can’t be sure that’s the case, but the book is not perfect by any means. The passages describing the soldiers and their actions in the war seem a little tired and more than a little cliché, especially in their conversations. And Johnson dawdles setting up some of the plot lines. When he is focused, he’s brilliant, but he loses that focus too often, probably because this epic was a watershed in his writing, and he was finding his way. Again, what saves the book is that Johnson can shift into another gear from one page to the next with his prose and with his vision, descending into strata that quicken even the coldest heart.

Bottom Line: Epic book from a writer better known for his short fiction, and there is some loss of focus for the shift in forum, but a deeply provocative book examining the dividing line between good and evil as it rests in each human heart.

4 bones!!!!! ( )

A big, complex, very good novel about Viet Nam. I read it over a long period of time and lost the thread at times, so don't feel I have a good grasp of the narrative, but the characters, the sense of being there, of its being another world were powerful. A fine writer. ( )

Disappointment.
Wrong book at the wrong time.
I just didn't get it.
Maybe the moral to the story is not to read a war novel when you're feeling peaceful.

Any of the above could be the reason that I just didn't enjoy the reading experience of an older book by one of my favorite writers. Whatever the reason, I didn't like much about this novel. Yes, there was one of the most intense and gross torture scenes I've ever read, and the letters of a dead man were effective and well-crafted at the book's conclusion, but so much of the book didn't deliver for me. I have such high expectations for anything by Denis Johnson that it’s almost impossible to always reach such a high bar. Another distinct possibility for my displeasure, could be I just didn't want to be immersed in the brutality of Vietnam all over again. Skip Sands and the CIA in the theater of war had some fine writing swirling around them, but it just wasn't a place I wanted to be in my head.

This book has been in my view for a long time, as I used it to hold my computer's monitor up higher. Maybe this demeaning use of a long novel was taking cruel advantage of its thickness AND possibly creating a bad vibe with the emotions of the story. Can an inanimate object harbor ill will? I am willing to take the blame for my disappointment. ( )

I listened to this book, and that might have been part of my issue with it. There were simply few transitions between characters' individual stories and it was too easy to get confused. All that said, this is a good book, but a little bit over my head. It felt to me like the characters wildly overreacted to certain events, but it's also possible I just didn't quite understand it. A very dense book that was certainly interesting, but just not quite for me. ( )

This large novel is full of surprises and one of the best novels I have read in a long time. It starts out as if it were a noir-ish spy novel, set in Southeast Asia and most of the novel takes place in the Philippines, Vietnam and Malaysia, but it is much more than a thriller or spy novel or even a literary examination of the ethics of deception. The NY Times named this one of the 10 best books of 2007 and I have to agree. Great, just great. ( )

'Stars' are a truly inadequate measure of how good this book is; 5 souls, 5 lifetimes' contemplation. Johnson's magnum opus. ( )

I agree with reviewers who call this sprawling or confusing, but I thought both of these aspects contributed to a useful chaos and uncertainty that paralleled the war in Vietnam, the landscape traversed, and the clash of world views. The audiobook was infinitely easier than the novel since the speakers were more clearly differentiated. Who's on the level? Are there conspiracies? Did the colonel know what he was doing? Thought these questions are raIsed but not answered, this was nonetheless a satisfying novel. ( )

I initially had no desire to read this book, which I thought would be just one more Vietnam tale/Norman Mailer send-up. Almost immediately, though, I was drawn in-- and proven wrong. ( )

This book took me quite some time to get into. Found it in a used book store and remembered some buzz about it. This is set in the Vietnam War, mainly a mystifying story of "Skip" Sands a rookie CIA agent working on a psychological operation involving a Vietcong informant. He works with his uncle "the Colonel," a legendary secret agent who has been out and about in the Southeast Asian bush since the 50's. Reminded me of the Marlon Brando character from 'Apocalypse Now.' A great character sketch.

The upsides of this novel are that it is very mysterious, extremely well-written, amazing atmosphere without long-winded passages describing the setting. The characters are intriguing and well-drawn, We are in so many characters heads throughout the novel; it is almost hard to suss out who really is the protagonist. And therein lies my main issue with the novel. A bit bewildering, confusing; I kept feeling like I was missing something or had missed a chunk of pages or something. It seemed as if there were bound to be some reveals that would tie it all together and there really weren't. So many times I thought we were at the height of the dramatic tension and then we were off to something different and just as cryptic.

However, despite my complaints - this is a powerful novel. Not really one of those war novels that laments the senseless violence and displays ordinary people doing heroic things. Au contraire, It is really about how war, tragedy, what have you can bring out the worst of people and how senseless and violent life can be. I felt so bad for Skip and I actually quite liked the ending. A fine novel but one must be OK with being patient and perplexed. Will see how I feel as I get some distance from this novel but I think I would consider this a modern classic. Classics aren't supposed to easy, right? ( )

This cracked my chest open with a spade and then started pitching in the lye. In short, it reduced me to tears.Will Paton's performance as narrator has to be one of my all time favorites. ( )