TBR: Love My Rifle More Than You

Today’s book is Love My Rifle More Than You: Young and Female In The US Army, by Kayla Williams.  This insta-memoir is Williams’ account of her year serving in Iraq as an Arabic-speaking military intelligence soldier. 

I first heard of the book through a fairly negative review from Debra Dickerson on Salon.  Their site pass system is broken tonight, so I can’t look it up to quote it, but Dickerson basically says that Williams is whiny and compares the book unfavorably with Anthony Swofford’s Jarhead.  Yes, Jarhead is a better written book, brutal, elegant and hallucinatory by turns.  Swofford has serious literary ambitions — he attended the Iowa Writers’ Workshop — and has the advantage of writing 10 years after his military service.  Twenty years from now, I’ll guess that people will still be reading Jarhead, while they’ll have long forgotten Love My Rifle.

But that doesn’t mean that Love My Rifle More Than You isn’t worth reading.  Williams’ prose isn’t memorable, but it’s servicable, and she shares experiences that are worth hearing about.  She writes about the constant sexual harrassment and a near-rape by one of her fellow soldiers, about the ambiguity of the Army’s relationship with the Iraqi people, about her quest for vegetarian MREs, and about how some female soldiers use their gender to get out of unpleasant tasks.  She writes about her brief involvement with interrogation of prisoners.   There’s material in the book to discomfit both supporters and opponents of using women in combat roles, and both should read the book.

Yes, the book is whiny at times.  Williams sounds surprised that her armpits and groin chafe in the desert heat, that her commanding officers sometimes give her stupid orders that risk her life.  She doesn’t seem to have read Catch-22, let alone Jarhead.  (By contrast, Swofford never is surprised by any degree of official stupidity.)  But ultimately the book reads like Williams is sitting down and telling you what it was like.  And I was happy to spend a few hours in her company.

2 Responses to “TBR: Love My Rifle More Than You”

  1. amy Says:

    Did she come up with the title? I love the Annie Oakley nyah-nyah in it, but now I’m suspicious of the marketing behind her.
    I have to say I’m not too keen on Swofford’s writing — it’s got that stiff, passive workshoppy quality, the one that says young late-20th-c US writers didn’t grow up in a verbal culture, didn’t have that early schooling in rhetoric that gives you a nice swing and loop-de-loop in your prose. There’s just this dead-jaw serious feel. Gets like Richard Rodriguez at its worst, maundering away. Makes me wish there were some sort of demerit system for writers for every time they get reviewed w/the words elegiac, resonant, and lyrical.
    Just talking about Swofford’s prose style, there. Can’t say nothin about his subject.

  2. Elizabeth Says:

    The title is from an army cadence:
    “Cindy, Cindy, Cindy Lou / Love my rifle more than you / You once were my beauty queen / Now I love my M-16. ”
    I don’t know whether Williams picked it for the title or not.

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