I hesitate to put quotation marks about anything I can't cite properly, but I do not know the origin of this statement. It is in a book of scraps I collect, and I failed to write down the author. I am generally frustrated by misuse of the word "tragedy," and this explanation captured some of that.

I recently learned the story of Jack Kipling, Rudyard's only son, who was medically unfit for duty (not to mention 17) but who found a way in thanks to his father's political influence and cultural status. He lasted about 40 days at the front, and was unidentified for years. The remains in Jack Kipling's grave are uncertainly his, but there no drive to exhume and identify them.
Some lost soldier lies there. Jack or not, it is still a tragedy.
The quote is by Nicholas Nesson from a 1998 Boston Globe book review of "Enduring Love" by Ian McEwan.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.boston.com/globe/search/stories/books/ian_mcewan.htm
I marked the holiday by re-reading Slaughterhouse-Five, although I'm starting to think I didn't actually read the whole thing before. What was I reading in high school?