The Mockingjay, Revisited

Recently I had a very thoughtful–and thought-provoking–comment to my page The End Games, the page in which I shared my thoughts about the role of combat trauma in the Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins.  I felt the comment deserved a more prominent place on the blog, and I wanted to spend some time in response.  Kirstin, the author of the comment, caused me to think again of the role of honor, shame, and love in combat–and in its aftermath.  I suspect that she and I might end up in different positions about the relationship between the combat veteran and the Nation-State, but I do believe that each of us sees the message of the trilogy similarly:  that no matter how painful life may become, meaning–and hope–can one day be made.  Be aware, spoilers abound, but for those who have finished the books, or who have read The End Games page notwithstanding, I hope you enjoy Kirstin’s and my conversation in Peace and War, War and Peace, located in the Thoughts section above.

A VA Psychiatrist at the Hunger Games (Spoiler Edition)

I take the word “spoiler” seriously: these three books are well worth the read, and part of the pleasure of the read is the relentless unfolding of the narrative.  Consequently, I am not writing my post in this section of the blog.  Instead, I have placed it on a separate page entitled Thoughts, and by clicking this link or the link above, you will reach the post.  You will therefore not be able to “stumble” onto plot details that you might otherwise not want to know if you have not read all three books.  You’ll have to spoil yourself purposely, in other words.

I do this for a simple reason: for me as a psychiatrist who treats combat veterans, the final chapter and the epilogue of the final book, Mockingjay, are nothing short of astounding.  Even now I can’t quite believe how powerful–and how instructive–these two chapters are.  I easily can imagine (and in fact know) that many persons are/will be quite disappointed in the events of these chapters.  Yet when read as a story of trauma and its aftermath, Collins’ final words are so relevant, so revealing, I can only shake my head in wonder–and deep admiration.

Therefore, to speak as deeply about these books as I wish, I have to mine these chapters (pardon the District Twelve pun, as readers would understand!) quite thoroughly.  I suspect that if I had followed the books as they were published, I would still find the narrative compelling.  Yet these final chapters have transformed the compelling into the rewarding–and richly so.

I have gone back and forth as to a recommendation whether combat veterans should read these books.  I’m afraid that I’m going to have to go with the assessment in Nicole’s comment on the previous post and recommend that they not read them.  I do not, however, recommend this in light of the books’ violence, for while violence is certainly within the stories, it is not per se overwhelming.

My bigger concern is the terror, the anger, the confusion, and the grief that the characters of the book must endure–and Collins’ quite effective prose that conveys these emotions throughout the entire narrative.  I repeat a word I’ve used more than once: these emotions are relentless, and these would more likely become  the present-day triggers of the painful memories and experiences that combat veterans have had to face.

Yet still, the ending.  It’s so right on target, so complex and yet so basic.  I wish every combat veteran could feel its impact.

So instead, I do strongly recommend this book to family members and friends of these veterans.  If you let the narrative grab you, you will finally have an inkling–a distant, but accurate one–of your loved one’s experiences.  And if you let the ending be what it is (and not wish for something different, for example, nor wish for more “clarity” or “closure”) you will have an inkling–now a near and accurate one–of what your loved one needs and why it is so hard for him or her to fulfill that need.  As the characters in the book discover (or at least some of them), though, hard does not mean impossible.  It just means hard.

For those of you who have read the books–or for those of you who are just “game,” if you will–I hope you enjoy my Thoughts.

For all of us, though–but especially for the men and women who were willing to go when and where the rest of us either refused or resisted even acknowledging–may the games finally become the past, every day, for a lifetime.

A VA Psychiatrist at The Hunger Games (Non-Spoiler Edition)

When I told my older daughter that I was planning on doing a couple posts on Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy, she smiled knowingly and purred, “Well, Dad, I guess there goes your street cred, huh?”

I suspect she probably knows whereof she speaks.

Yet before you join her in your own eye-roll of eye-rolls, consider this: first, I was never planning on reading these books until I ran across an entry in the blog, The PTSD Diary: Two People in Love, Dealing with PTSD/TBI, written by Nicole, the wife of JR, a veteran of the initial invasion of Iraq.  On March 13, 2012, she wrote that Collins had been inspired to write the books partially as a response to the current conflicts, and she then went on to say,

“I hope . . . that as teenagers and adults read the books and watch the movies, . . . there may be a greater understanding about how traumatic experiences affect people.  Yes, the books are fiction, but the subjects are surprisingly real.”

Then just last Friday, I was speaking with a combat veteran with whom I’ve been working for quite a while.  He told me that his son, just about the age of my own son, had just finished reading the first book of the trilogy, The Hunger Games.  (The other two books are entitled Catching Fire and Mockingjay.) When I told him my own reactions to the series, he looked at me in a way that I can only describe as “surprised by hope.”

“So when my son tries to understand all that I go through,” he asked, ” all that’s happened to me and all that keeps happening to me, could I say to him, ‘Remember the kids in those books, what they went through, how they felt?’”

The answer to those questions is, in my opinion, a most definite yes.

I’ll grant you: these books aren’t All Quiet on the Western Front, but neither are we talking Twilight here–not by a long shot.  Although of an entirely different genre and level of discourse than another war-trilogy-turned-blockbuster, Lord of the Rings, I give Collins credit: she’s not as far off from the latter as some cognoscenti of good taste might have you believe.

The books revolve around a straightforward–and horrific–central idea: in a post-apocalyptic North America, now named Panem (as in panem et circenses, the Latin for the “bread and circus” games of the Roman Coliseum), the twelve Districts of the region are kept in check by the centralized authority of the Capitol (located somewhere in the Rockies) through an ingenious little pastime that one could readily describe as “Survivor on Steroids.”

As punishment for having tried once to rebel against the Capitol, every year each District must send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen (called “tributes”)  to the Capitol to participate in “The Hunger Games,” a nationally-televised extravaganza in which the twenty-four young people are placed in an elaborate “arena” that is a huge, hellish world of its own, to fight to the death until one “Victor” emerges to claim eternal fame and glory (well, sort of, more on that next post).  Think of it as something like Nero playing Vegas.

The story revolves around the two tributes from District Twelve, the coal-mining district located in the area of the current Appalachia:  Katniss Everdeen (played in the film version by the ever-complicated Jennifer Lawrence) and Peeta Mellark (played by the ever-boy-next-door Josh Hutcherson).  They are joined in their adventures by Katniss’ best friend from childhood, Gale Hawthorne (played by the ever-luscious Liam Hemsworth) and their alcoholic “mentor,” the District 12 Victor from the games of twenty-five years earlier, Haymitch Abernathy (played by the ever-degenerate–ever-lush?–Woody Harrelson), along with a cast of attractive young co-tributes who range from the clueless to the sociopathic.

Two preliminary matters:

1.  I have only read the three books and have not seen the current movie.  Both my daughters have seen it and rave appropriately thereabout.  From what I can gather from comments on the Net, however–and my daughters agree–this is a movie best seen after you have read the book, just as were the Harry Potter movies.  Unlike those movies, which could not give full expression to the complex details of the books, The Hunger Games as a movie cannot give full expression to the complex thoughts and emotions of Katniss, which truly are the core of the books’ depths.

2.  Spoiler-lite: given this intro–and if you’ve had any exposure whatsoever to the magazines at the supermarket checkout over the past how-many weeks–you can figure out the following right up front:

a.  All four of the above actors are on contract for the next film.  QED: somehow both Katniss and Peeta get out of the arena alive, and

b.  If you start out with twenty-four teens and only one is to live, lots of people are going to die.  QED:  some of the more nasty antagonists whom you might or might not want to see die, do so (see 2(a) if you have doubts).

Given all that, what can we possibly say about the books that can be relevant to the sufferings of the real men and women who return from real combat?  In fact, some very profound things.  I’ll give the “non-spoiler” thoughts today and the “spoiler” thoughts in a later post.

1.  The emotions of combat are ever-shifting, ever-confusing, and, in a real way, everlasting.  As readers/observers, we will either feel them–or we will do what we can to avoid them.  There is no other choice.

Collins does, in my opinion, a superior job of portraying the emotional roller coaster of Katniss at all stages of the narrative, as well as giving the reader a good sense of the emotional roller coasters of all the other characters, even when they are seen through the quite-shifting, quite-confusing gaze of our heroine.

I suspect it might be possible to leave the movie with a certain sense of “is that all?”, given the quite grotesque nature of the underlying premise.  One viewer might be insulted by the banalization of the suffering and the injustice.  Another viewer might be bored by the rapidity of the character development and the confusing nature of the oh-so-Twilight-looking love triangle (if that’s what you can call the Katniss-Peeta-Gale axis).  Good for them.

In the books, however, I would dare you as a reader to avoid the tributes’ feelings of horror and confusion.  Collins writes in an excellent, plot-driven, young-adult-novel style, with a lot of action and chapter-turning tension, especially in the first two books.  (My personal favorite, though, is the third, as I’ll explain next time.)   You will feel the terror, the anger, the deadly moments of hesitation.  My younger daughter, in fact, is still trying to decide if she wants to get beyond the opening chapter or two of the second book, for “I just don’t want everything to hurt like that again.”  She is an astute reader.

Nicole is therefore right, in my opinion, when she argues that the books will give readers a unique opportunity to “feel” combat and PTSD.  But be aware: the books are not being talked about much like that, and most readers with whom I speak get caught up in the action and don’t even dare take time to realize what the cumulative effect of the horrors are doing to themselves.

When I say to folks, “These books can teach a lot about PTSD,” I find that almost always people have never even entertained a thought of that–or have entertained it solely in reference to the source of Haymitch’s alcoholism, for example.  Believe me, though: my patient’s son now has at least some inkling about the terror of combat and its long-lasting effects.  Haymitch is far from the only character who has to find some way to exist “in spite of.”

2.  Not only is combat morally ambiguous by its very nature, it is more often than not the source of betrayal–even by those whom we think we should trust–and of crass moral calculations that can destroy the very foundations of a combatant’s belief in an “engagement” or even a “cause.”

About twenty-some years ago, the psychiatrist Jonathan Shay wrote the book, Achilles in Vietnam.  It’s an amazing book, well worth the read.  In it, he explains how he discovered in the Viet Nam veterans he was treating ways of experiencing combat that Homer described over two thousand years ago in his Iliad.  Interestingly, the first similarity Shay saw was in the crucial role of betrayal in the development of combat trauma, betrayal by “those above us failing in their tasks.”

In the Iliad, the king of the Greeks, Agamemnon, takes without any just cause the slave-lover of Achilles, Briseis.  It is an act of blatant dishonor, truly betraying the loyalty that Achilles had, to that point, shown the king.  In Shay’s view, this betrayal, this misbehavior by a superior set in motion the anger and the sense of injustice that eventually exploded into Achilles’ rage and murderous destruction after he learned of the death of his best friend in battle, Patroklos.

Like Shay, I too have found that many combat veterans who struggle with PTSD struggle in an important way with some sense that “this should never have happened.”  In other words, if others had been doing their job, especially those in the chain of command, a friend might still be alive, an innocent civilian might not have been harmed, a devastating injury might have been avoided.

The veteran is almost always furious at the omission or the indifference of the superior or the persons who “said they were going to be there”and moreover furious not only with the one who failed, but also furious with themselves–and with Fate/God/whatever–that nothing could have changed that.  It makes no sense to feel the latter, but betrayal and guilt never do.

Throughout the three books the main characters have to deal with subterfuge, betrayal, reversals of statements made, half-truths.  They themselves have to participate in just such activities again and again, sometimes for reasons they are proud to defend, sometimes for reasons that they hope no one will discover.  Sometimes deception saves lives.  Sometimes it destroys them.

Death in the midst of lies or in the midst of incompetence always comes back to haunt.  Katniss and her friends find this out, just as has every combat veteran who has doubled up in the most helpless, the most intense of rage, somewhere on a battlefield.

3.  When you watch the life ebb out of your enemy’s eyes, hear the wails of his or her family, he or she is no longer your enemy.

In the first book, Katniss’ actions directly lead to the deaths of four of the six “Careers,” tributes who come from Districts closely allied with the Capitol, who pride themselves on their warrior natures: the girl tribute from Four, both tributes from One, and the boy tribute–the ultimate antagonist–from Two.

Both girl tributes die because of a clever plan on Katniss’ part.  The girl from Four dies off stage.  Glimmer, however, the girl from One and probably the most visible female antagonist, dies a horrific death right in front of Katniss, crying out for help from allies who are no longer to be found, screaming from horrors both in her mind and on her body.  Although Katniss is not at all afraid to take what she needs from the dead girl, she is also horrified by what she has seen happen in front of her, haunted by the memory of the beautiful girl who once had been.

She kills the boy from One in her very own Achilles-Patroklos moment.  Consequently she is not, shall we say,  particularly interested in his humanity at the moment.  Her realization of his humanity comes only much later, at a celebration of all things–a celebration, that is, unless you are the family of the boy, who only then does Katniss learn has a name:  Marvel.

It is the death of Cato, though, the tribute from Two, enraged, heartless, conniving Cato, that haunts her forever.  The movie spares the audience the worst of the scene.  The book is not so forgiving.  Cato was ready to kill Peeta, almost did so once before.  He would have killed Katniss in an instant.  Yet anyone who has read the book will never forget the final exchange between Cato and Katniss, when even his humanity finds it way into her soul.  No one, even Cato, should come to the point of death like that, have to depend on Katniss the killer.  Katniss the merciful.

Remember the veteran of The Killing Floor?  Remember his looking to his right, shooting the man whom he saw only once, yet who now visits him every day?  The Iraqi pointing the gun was without a history, without connections.  Yet in his witnessed death, one caused by my veteran patient, he became a son again, most likely a lover, perhaps even a father.  As long as the enemy is an anonymous District number, a hadji, a goon, you can move on to the next one, the next.

But as Lt. Colonel Dave Grossman reminds us in his book, On Killing, we are not a species born to kill one another.  When our “prey,” our enemy becomes human, so do we.  Ask many a combat veteran who screams in the night, wondering during the day whether he or she deserves that “human” categorization.

I still find myself debating whether to recommend these books to combat veterans.  They are relentless.  Yet because of the final pages of the final book, I do wonder whether the pain might be worth it.

But to consider that, we’re going to have to move on to the Spoiler Edition.

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