Days of Their Lives

In Tim O'Brien's masterly July, July, the past dreams of a group of college classmates collide with the realities of middle age.
BIG TIM: The author in Austin, at the top of his form.
Photograph by Matthew Bromley

WHEN WE WERE DOPEY COLLEGE kids—before we encountered the scary world of careers and children—we measured ourselves against giants and made plans to shake the earth and leave great footprints in our wake. But time inevitably trumps youthful bravado and dreams go unclaimed. How does each of us deal with that dark night of the soul when reality forces us to measure ourselves not by our potential for greatness but by our actual failures? That question is foremost among many that Tim O’Brien poses in July, July (Houghton Mifflin), his stunning novel about an emotionally charged reunion of the Darton Hall College class of ‘69. Feelings run high—fueled by strong drink, stronger memories, and the occasional application of controlled substances—as the revelers invest three days of their lives reviving dormant passions and redefining old relationships.

O’Brien, who is 56, wrote July, July in Austin, where he has lived since leaving Boston in 1998 to assume the Mitte Chair in Creative Writing at Southwest Texas State University in San Marcos. Before moving to Texas, he feared that the worst stereotypes would prove true and he would find himself mired in a cultural backwater, but he now fervently declares Austin to be “three times more sophisticated than Boston.” He and his wife, Meredith, who is active in the local theater scene, are planting roots; his chair at Southwest Texas is open-ended, and he intends to remain for the foreseeable future.

July, July is a radical departure from its predecessor, Tomcat in Love, the farcical memoir of a pathetically inept college-professor Lothario, which was entirely unlike its predecessor, the politically and historically charged murder mystery In the Lake of the Woods. O’Brien has made it a point to devise different structures for each of his eight books (seven novels and a memoir), an exercise of sorts to keep his writing fresh. July, July was especially challenging, since the large ensemble cast required weaving a dozen individual stories into a seamless whole. Each character had to mature from college age to middle age and arrive at a believable juncture in his or her life.

O’Brien has never been a quick writer; he spends an average of four years on each book. But his painstaking craftsmanship pays off in wonderfully economical prose. Who doesn’t recognize this coed from his or her own college days? “Jan Huebner had been an English major at Darton Hall, a B student, a dorm counselor, a confidante of pretty girls, a Saturday-night bridge player, a chain smoker, a clown. Until her senior year she had slept with no one at all.”

Though O’Brien served a tour of duty in Vietnam and made his literary bones writing about the conflict in Going After Cacciato (which won the 1979 National Book Award and is to Vietnam what Catch-22 was to World War II), both Tomcat in Love and July, July show how far his talents stretch beyond the “Vietnam writer” tag that has been applied to him since early in his career. Which is not to say that Vietnam doesn’t play a significant role in his latest novel. O’Brien freely admits that his experiences in Southeast Asia made an indelible impression that will always influence his writing. And it would be dishonest to write about the class of ‘69 without invoking the bloody conflict that divided it, and all of America, into camps—hawks and doves.

July, July opens in the year 2000 in the gymnasium of Darton Hall College, where the class of ‘69 has convened for the welcoming dance of its thirtieth reunion, one year late due to the underdeveloped organizational skills of the “turn on, tune in, drop out” generation. Jan Huebner and Amy Robinson, both 53, divorced, and sot-faced from a bottle of vodka they liberated from the bar, set the tone for events to come as their conversation quickly segues from hasty expressions of grief for a recently departed classmate to their need to get laid. Preferably that very night. If not sooner.

As more classmates are introduced it becomes apparent that this coterie of ten friends (not counting Karen

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