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Confieso que nunca he comprado por internet porque temo que mi número de tarjeta esté dando vueltas en el ciberespacio. ¿Demasiado conservador para ser blogger? Es posible. Mi amigo Tabo estará avergonzado de mí. Sin embargo, estoy a punto de hacer mi primera ciber-compra y será, obviamente, en Amazon. ¿Qué me ha decidido? Tree of Smoke, la nueva novela del extraordinario Denis Johnson (si no han leído Hijo de Jesús dejen lo que están leyendo ahora mismo y busquen ese libro YA) que estará a la venta el 4 de Septiembre pero ya se puede separar. Y ya que estamos, quizá también me pida lo de Junot Díaz. Y un DVD. ¡Así es como empieza todo, no? ¡Oh Dios! No, no quiero ser un ciber-comprador pendiente de los plazos de los envíos aéreos internacionales. ¡SOS! ¡Alguien que me detenga!

Les dejo la contratapa de la nueva novela de Johnson, después de diez años de silencio, que tiene protagonistas vinculados a la inagotable guerra de Vietnam y sus secuelas, y empieza con la frase contundente: "1963. Last night at 3:00 a.m. President Kennedy had been killed".

If this novel, Johnson's first in nearly a decade, is-as the promo copy says-about Skip Sands, it's also about his uncle, a legendary CIA operative; Kathy Jones, a widowed, saintly Canadian nurse; Trung, a North Vietnamese spy; and the Houston brothers, Bill and James, misguided GIs who haunt the story's periphery. And it's also about Sgt. Jimmy Storm, whose existence seems to be one long vision quest. As with all of Johnson's work-the stories in Jesus' Son, novels like Resuscitation of a Hanged Man and Fiskadoro-the real point is the possibility of grace in a world of total mystery and inexplicable suffering. In Johnson's honest world, no one story dominates. For all the story lines, the structure couldn't be simpler: each year, from 1963 (the book opens in the Philippines: "Last night at 3:00 a.m. President Kennedy had been killed") to 1970, gets its own part, followed by a coda set in 1983. Readers familiar with the Vietnam War will recognize its arc-the Tet offensive (65 harrowing pages here); the deaths of Martin Luther King and RFK; the fall of Saigon, swift and seemingly foreordained. Skip is a CIA recruit working under his uncle, Francis X. Sands, known as the Colonel. Skip is mostly in the dark, awaiting direction, living under an alias and falling in love with Kathy while the Colonel deals in double agents, Bushmills whiskey and folk history. He's a soldier-scholar pursuing theories of how to purify an information stream; he bloviates in gusts of sincerity and blasphemy, all of it charming. A large cast of characters, some colorful, some vaguely chalked, surround this triad, and if Tree of Smoke has a flaw, it is that some characters are virtually indistinguishable. Given the covert nature of much of the goings-on, perhaps it is necessary that characters become blurred. "We're on the cutting edge of reality itself," says Storm. "Right where it turns into a dream." Is this our last Vietnam novel? One has to wonder. What serious writer, after tuning in to Johnson's terrifying, dissonant opera, can return with a fresh ear? The work of many past chroniclers- Graham Greene, Tim O'Brien, the filmmakers Coppola, Cimino and Kubrick, all of whom have contributed to our cultural "understanding" of the war-is both evoked and consumed in the fiery heat of Johnson's story. In the novel's coda, Storm, a war cliché now way gone and deep in the Malaysian jungle near Thailand, attends preparations for a village's sacrificial bonfire (consisting of personal items smashed and axed by their owners) and offers himself as "compensation, baby." When the book ends, in a heartbreaking soliloquy from Kathy (fittingly, a Canadian) on the occasion of a war orphan benefit in a Minneapolis Radisson, you feel that America's Vietnam experience has been brought to a closure that's as good as we'll ever get."

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