Mango Rains is important to me as a piece of historical fiction because it refers to a time in history that I, now a senior citizen, once experienced. But my experience during that time was limited to high school and college campuses. This book concerns the world of foreign service officers much closer to the oncoming upheaval in the humid arena of southeast Asia. The story is not filled with violence and horror as one might expect, but the clouds of approaching doom (in this case, those of the Mango rains) hover in a tacit way, clouds immediately felt by readers like me, who can recollect that era with ease and how it affected us so deeply.
The story cleverly and uniquely unfolds from one character’s journaling to a series of vignettes that extend to that character’s friends, lovers, and fellow officers. It reads somewhat like a William Boyd novel in which the setting is described effortlessly – in this case the humid tropics – and in which the actions of the characters leave the reader amused, bemused, and sometimes saddened. Humanity is in full view, here, through the torrential, seasonal downpour (as evoked in the book’s title). Self-centeredness, short-sightedness, alcohol dependence, and the ever-present pulse of sexuality are exposed, as is camaraderie and resilience.
The purpose of the book is not based on a full-fledged plot. It is one slice of the pie of the Vietnam era in which we are made aware of the exotic atmosphere and colorful circumstances of a diverse group people we might never have thought of before, whose specialized duties and off-duty behaviors interest us.