This book is narrated by a pigeon, so I knew it would be good. A very unique historical fiction about the real life famous WWI homing pigeon that I had never heard about. ( )

Flying over fields, thinking of the peasants not here to harvest, the harvest itself not there, the earth out of which it would grow blown to smithereens. Thinking of the heads of the men, like stalks of wheat themselves, chopped by the reaper.
from Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey by Kathleen Rooney

It should bend credulity, reading such eloquent thoughts from the mind of a pigeon, and yet I easily fell into acceptance. Cher Ami, racing pigeon become war heroine, forever memorialized with her body taxidermized and on display at the Smithsonian Institute, is an astute and compassionate narrator. Alternating chapters, Major Charles Whittlesey narrates the human side of experiencing WWI, seven months of hell that cripples him for life, in spirit if not in body, hating his lionization and fame simply because he survived.

Given that over half the men under my command were dead, promotion was the last thing I felt I deserved. I wondered for a moment whether the army would have made me a full colonel had none of my men survived.
from Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey by Kathleen Rooney

Cher Ami and Whittlesey are heroine and hero of The Lost Battalion, dispensable cannon fodder sent into German territory, surrounded by the enemy, and attacked by friendly fire. Without rations or medical supplies, blankets or water, they were saved only because the press reported their story and the public latched onto the saga, so that finally President Wilson ordered their rescue. By that time, nearly a third of the men had died or been injured, their ammunition spent, all the pigeons flown. Cheri Ami got through the battle to report their situation, losing an eye and a leg in the flight.

Civilians demand heroes to process vast loss.
from Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey by Kathleen Rooney

People were desperate to believe. They wanted to have something to hold up as proof. Cheri Ami and the Major were used by the army for publicity, and both were ground down by it, suffering PTSD, Whittlesey with mustard gas damaging his lungs, Cher Ami wounded and crippled.

Why would they want me, having seen me for what I was: an officer who’d failed as a tactician and was failing as a rhetorician, a man who’d lost his battalion and now couldn’t find his voice?
from Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey by Kathleen Rooney

Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey was our book club read this month. We had so enjoyed Kathleen Rooney when she spoke with us about Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk, one of the club’s most favorite reads ever, she invited her back.

The conversation immediately turned to pigeons and their use in WWI and how affected readers were by Cher Ami’s story. Rooney shared amazing stories of hearing from Whittlesey family members, both pro and con about her acknowledgment that Whittlesey was gay. Asked about how she lived with this story while writing, she replied that if a writer doesn’t feel deeply about their subject it can’t translate to the reader. Well, this novel did move the readers. My husband told that after finishing the novel, he heard the song The Green Field of France was suddenly tearful having just experienced the war through Rooney’s characters.

This is a war novel, and you know from the beginning that both characters will die. Like all the best war novels, it is an antiwar novel. Rooney does nothing to glorify the sacrifice of the men–and pigeons and horses–of WWI.

Rooney is doing the final edits of her next novel due out in the spring. We can’t wait! ( )

An exceptional novel based upon the true war event named the Lost Battalion that occurred in 1918. Such a sad story and at times absolutely horrifying as war can only be, the men and carrier pigeons depicted will long live in my memory. I will never hear of the Lost Battalion again without envisioning Major Whittlesey and the carrier pigeon, Cher Ami, and their heroic efforts as Kathleen Rooney has re-invented them for us in her excellent novel.

Most highly recommended. ( )

This story is historically informed fiction about Charles Whittlesey, the unintentional war hero of the Lost Battalion isolated by German forces in the Argonne Forest in October 1918. And of the carrier pigeon who was critical to their rescue, Cher Ami. At first I was put off by having alternate chapters narrated by a taxidermied carrier pigeon residing in the Smithsonian. But as the story progressed, it started to make perfect sense.

The narrators alternate chapters, describing their lives leading up to the war and the influences on their lives. Cher Ami provides a perspective of how animals view the wars of men and it's affect on the animals. Charles Whittlesey describes his internal conflicts about his sexuality and the awkward class distinctions in a battle group where those privileged with education and status are officers and those with less social and economic standing are under their command.

Both philosophize a bit (not excessively) about their war experience and the futility of war. They are both damaged physically by the war. Whittlesey finds that his war is not over after the armistice because of the relentless demands for him to make public appearances as a war hero. He finds an ultimate escape by booking a cruise on the SS Toloa. While Cher Ami remains on display as a memento of war at the Smithsonian.

Despite the rocky start to the book, I found it interesting and well written. I learned about a part of WWI that I had not known before. ( )

This one felt really choppy and was a little hard to settle into initially, but either the writing smoothed out or I got used to it, and I really enjoyed it. It did some of the things I most value in books -- making me laugh, teaching me about things (homing pigeons used in World War I) I didn't know about, and showing some real human feeling. I picked the book up while browsing the shelves of my local bookshop for random finds. I run across plenty of duds when I do this, but I also find some gems, and this is one of the latter. ( )