Captain John Yossarian is a bombardier for the 256th Squadron, stationed on the island of Pianosa in the Mediterranean. He's sick of having people try to kill him. He 's finally realized that anyone willing to fly into the face of enemy fire must be crazy, so he wants to go home, but there's a catch:
There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which
specified that a concern for one's own
safety in the face of dangers that were real and
immediate was the process of a rational mind.
'That's some catch, that Catch-22, he (Yossarian)
observed. 'It's the best there is,' Doc Daneeka
agreed.
And so he's stuck flying more missions (and ever more as the number of missions required keeps getting increased.)
Serving alongside him in the 256th are:
Col. Cathcart--who continually volunteers his men for the most dangerous missions.
Doc Daneeka--who's outraged that his draft board would not take his
word as a
doctor that he was 4-F.
Chief White Halfoat--who is out to revenge himself on the white man.
Captain Flume--who lives in constant fear that his tentmate, the Chief, will slit his throat.
Major Major Major Major--"Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three"
Hungry Joe--who has a recurring nightmare that one night a cat will sleep on his face & suffocate him.
& Milo Minderbender & Nately & Nately's whore & Nately's whore's little sister & so on.
One of the funniest novels ever written, it earns a high rank on this
list because of its more serious message. It is at heart an antibureaucratic
polemic. While the specific target is the military, the attack is
universal.
It is especially interesting that this is a novel of World War II. One
of the more vacuous tribal drums that is beating beneath today's culture
is for the cult of the Depression/WWII generation, or as Tom Brokaw's book
call them, the Greatest Generation (see Orrin's
review). There's this quaint myth that somehow the folks who lived
through the Depression and fought in WWII were an especially selfless or
patriotic crew. They certainly look good in comparison to the wholly self-centered
Baby Boomers, but books like this and the works of James Jones & Kurt
Vonnegut offer a welcome antidote to the notion that they marched happily
off to a war to save the world without a thought for themselves.
(Reviewed:)
Grade: (A)
