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What Is Written on the Tongue

A Novel

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For readers of Anthony Doerr's All the Light We Cannot See and Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried, a transportive historical novel about finding morality in the throes of war and colonization

Released from Nazi forced labor as World War II ends, 20-year-old Sam is quickly drafted and sent to the island of Java to help regain control of the colony. But the Indonesian independence movement is far ahead of the Dutch, and Sam is thrown into a guerilla war, his loyalties challenged when his squad commits atrocities reminiscent of those he suffered at the hands of the Nazis. Sam falls in love with both Sari and the beautiful island she calls home, but as he loses friends to sniper fire and jungle malady, he also loses sight of what he wants most — to be a good man.

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    • AudioFile Magazine
      Narrator Alex Parra portrays 20-year-old Sam with a tone of emotional exhaustion caused by the terror and tedium of war. As WWII ends, Alex is released from a Nazi forced labor camp only to be drafted into the Dutch army and sent to the island of Java, where a war for independence is taking place. With palpable anxiety and despair, Parra delivers the interspersed journal entries Sam wrote during his imprisonment. In the present, Parra depicts Sam's frayed nerves by adding tension to his voice as he faces death and love in Java. He wonders how the guerilla war against colonialism differs from what the Nazis attempted. Parra ends the novel with a hopeful attitude and heartfelt sincerity. R.O. © AudioFile 2022, Portland, Maine

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