A smattering of other DeMille novels led me to expect a fast-paced thriller. Far from it, and far better. This book is not for everyone. It is at least 300,000 words long, and though it could have been shorter, every scene and every character is vibrant and vivid, so I can't point to anything I wish I'd skipped. The subject matter, war atrocities, is not for the sensitive. This story portrays war as it must be, a slow-motion horror show with real agony, ruining the lives of everyone involved.
The other theme/subject of the book is the army, with its traditions, rules, and bizarre relationships. From this story we see the problems and futility of asymmetric warfare, where the technology- and weapon-heavy American army is nibbled to death by insurgents who blend with the civilian population.
These wars are unwinnable, in the sense of the defeated side stops fighting and allows America and its puppets to remake the society. Vietnam proved this quite clearly, sending the army bureaucracy into decades of planning for future conflicts. What if we arm trusted indigenous tribes? Tried it. What if we target enemy leaders with drones? Tried it. What if we interdict Russian, Chinese, Korean, and Iranian weapons? Tried it. What if we build schools and power plants? Tried it. Here's the broad plan for America's army: fight an unwinnable war. Study the failure for ten years, then repeat with five new shiny ideas that are sure to work this time. See Iraq and Afghanistan. But I digress; it's not the army's fault, except in the sense that they persuade the current president that their new shiny ideas are sure to work this time. Five minutes in, when the ideas are NOT working, the continuing carnage becomes the fault of the president.
DeMille, in this book, gives me a crystal-clear view of the ordinary soldier's frustration at being sent to kill and die in a futile struggle for no achievable goal.
What happened here? DeMille published 'The Rivers of Babylon' in 1978, a fast-paced, ridiculously contrived thriller with sloppy writing, pointless characters, and Mission-Impossible grade action. Seven years later, 'Word of Honor', is character-driven, thoughtful, intense, and deeply satisfying. It feels like the author's true passion turned loose; it feels like a stab at a Pulitzer or similar literary acclaim. Sorry, once you make money from snappy genre fiction, nobody is allowed to take you seriously.
But I do. This book is as engaging as Scott Turow's work, though Turow's imaginative prose is a step above. I think DeMille still deserves five stars for 'Word of Honor.' Perhaps Turow deserves six.