Remember the classic 1984 Wendy's television commercial? Remember the iconic “Fluffy Bun” ad? Remember when elderly actress Clara Peller asked the question, “Where’s the beef?” Well, when I finished reading this W.E.B. Griffin novel of the U.S. Marine Corps, I could only ask myself, “Where’s the combat?”
Oh, there is one brief aerial dogfight at 28,000 feet over the Solomon Islands involving twenty-four Japanese Kates and Vals. You could even throw in a mock “shoot-em-up” between four Grumman F4F4 Wildcats “killing” each other with 16mm motion picture cameras mounted in the wings. But even that event took place over Corey Field in Escambia County, Florida! For a printed chronicle of Marine action in the Pacific Ocean during World War II, for all practical purposes, there’s nothing to see here. No action. Zilch. Squat. Nada.
If there’s any action between the 406 pages of “Close Combat,” most of it takes place between the sheets. In a hotel room or private mansion. And even that is mostly implied. There are no main characters here that the reader would like to get to know or to care about. I’m not even sure who the main characters are! What the reader is left with is a lot of dialogue. Mostly between military brass and their subordinates.
Griffin has a habit of advancing the plot, (if there is a plot here), using setting, date and time stamps in military format, of course, as chapter and sub-chapter headings. Every chapter contains numerous, authentic-looking, “top secret” memos, again, written in military jargon, as an additional plot-advancing tool. If you read just the chapter, sub-chapter headings and the memos, you might actually have a story. In between, Griffin leaves us with lots of dialogue. No action.
On the positive side, Griffin does do a masterful job of re-creating a military atmosphere. And as other reviewers in this forum have noted, Griffin is an artist at painting what life was probably like in World War II America. He makes effective use of actual persons and places from the 1940’s. Authentic-sounding but fictional dialogue from Franklin Roosevelt, Frank Knox, Douglas MacArthur, Chester Nimitz and others makes this historical piece come alive. Another favorite Griffin tool is to insert within dialogue the thoughts of the characters in italics. The problem is, sometimes you’re never quite sure which character’s head you are inside.
A better title might’ve been “Close Encounters.” The military combat here is only talked about or reported in military memos. After the fact. Never in real time. The close combat here is only between the sexes. Over drinks. In the bar. In the bedroom. This is a military soap opera. Lots and lots of F-bombs. Lots and lots of heavy drinking. A chick flick for Leathernecks.
Until I picked up “Close Combat,” I was totally unaware that W.E.B. Griffin is the author of more than fifty epic novels in six series, with over fifty million copies in print in more than ten languages. I was not aware that this story is only the sixth installment in a ten-novel series called “The Corps.” However, after reading this literary “fluffy bun,” I will not be around to sample the other nine or “The Brotherhood of War,” “Men at War,” “Badge of Honor,” “Honor Bound,” and “The Presidential Agent” collections. I’m bailing out. Semper Fi.