Stuart Archer Cohen: The Army Of The Republic

By Zack Handlen  |  September 11, 2008 | 4:02am
Aux Features Books
Stuart Archer Cohen: The Army Of The Republic

Propaganda in fiction is
dicey. There's nothing inherently wrong with a novel pushing a certain
perspective; nobody reaches the end of 1984 thinking that George
Orwell should've done a better job giving the totalitarians' point of view.
What makes Orwell's book so successful is that it provides more than a
perspective. There's a love story, well-drawn characters, and a lot of
convincing world-building to get lost in, and while Orwell leads readers toward
unambiguous conclusions, those aren't the novel's only reason for existence. The
Army Of The Republic,
a new novel by Stuart Archer Cohen, never goes in for that level of finesse.
It's a call to arms for frustrated liberals; its few moments of artistry only
serve to throw its stridency into harsher light.

Political activist Lando
is living on the edge. His group, the Army of the Republic, has just upped the
stakes in their fight against corporate greed by assassinating a particularly
corrupt CEO. Emily, an activist working for a non-violent group, contacts Lando
about a cease-fire; when her group manages to shut down the city of Seattle in
one massive protest, Lando convinces his fellow extremists that some
non-violent opposition could be in everyone's best interests. The truce takes a
hit when the government starts using a third-party security group called
Whitehall to take out the rebellion, piece by piece. Plus, there's Lando's
connection to James Sands, one of corporate America's most prominent
figureheads. How do you fight off an enemy with limitless resources and a
marked contempt for human life?

In many ways, Army is exactly the kind of
book it promises to be. There's a lot of venom toward greed, the mainstream
media, and the co-option of civil rights, and most of that venom is delivered
by a series of interchangeable talking heads. The points are often well-made,
but rhetoric alone isn't enough. Cohen's writing is humorless and strident, but
at times, he rises above his debate points in showing the desperation and
loneliness of the activists, and their increasing paranoia. Most importantly,
Sands' uncertainty about his place in the political machine and his awakening
conscience build to a surprisingly moving conclusion. It's an argument that
works better than a thousand speeches.

 
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