By Robert Timberg
Acclaimed journalist Robert Timberg’s impressive, long-awaited memoir of his fight to reclaim his existence and locate his calling after being critically burned as a tender Marine lieutenant in Vietnam
In January 1967, Robert Timberg was once a short-timer, counting down the times till his wrestle travel ended. He had 13 days to move ahead of he acquired to return domestic to his spouse in Southern California. That homecoming could ultimately ensue, yet now not in 13 days, and never because the individual he as soon as used to be. the instant his motor vehicle struck a Vietcong land mine divided his lifestyles into sooner than and after.
He survived, slightly, with third-degree burns over his face and masses of his physique. it should were effortless to renounce. in its place, Robert Timberg all started an laborious and unsure fight back—not simply to actual restoration, yet to a lifetime of that means. extraordinary as his go back to overall healthiness was—he continued thirty-five operations, one with no anesthesia—just as awesome used to be his selection to reinvent himself as a journalist and input essentially the most public of professions. Blue-Eyed Boy is a gripping, sometimes comedian account of what it took for an bold guy, conscious of his frightful visual appeal yet hungry for which means and accomplishment, to grasp a brand new craft amid the pitying stares and stunned reactions of many he encountered on an everyday basis.
By the Eighties, Timberg had moved into the higher ranks of his career, having secured a prestigious Nieman Fellowship at Harvard and a role as White apartment correspondent for The Baltimore sunlight. abruptly his paintings introduced his existence complete circle: the Iran-Contra scandal broke. At its center have been 3 fellow Naval Academy graduates and Vietnam-era veterans, Oliver North, Bud McFarlane, and John Poindexter. Timberg’s assurance of that tale ended in his first booklet, The Nightingale’s track, a robust paintings of narrative nonfiction that follows those 3 academy graduates and others—John McCain and Jim Webb—from Annapolis via Vietnam and into the Reagan years. In Blue-Eyed Boy, Timberg relates how he got here to understand and boost a deep realizing of those 5 males, and the way their tales helped him comprehend the methods the Vietnam struggle and the furor that swirled round it persisted to hang-out him, and the country as an entire, as they nonetheless do even now, approximately 4 many years after its dismal conclusion.
Like others of his new release, Robert Timberg needed to go back and forth an without warning demanding and from time to time sour street. In dealing with his personal lifestyles with an identical instruments of knowledge, human empathy, and storytelling grit he has consistently delivered to his journalism, he has produced the most relocating and critical memoirs of our time.
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