Title: Everything is Broken: A Tale of Catastrophe in Burma
Author: Emma Larkin
Genre: Literary Journalism
Acquired: For review for TLC Book Tours
One Sentence Summary: After a devastating cyclone hits Burma and the corrupt totalitarian regime refuses international aid claiming everything is fine, journalist Emma Larkin returned to the country to chronicle life after the storm.
One Sentence Review: Despite a compelling story and careful writing, Everything is Broken lacks the type of forward momentum that characterizes truly great narrative nonfiction and therefore left me a little disappointed.
Long Review: Everything is Broken by Emma Larkin is a book that had a lot of things going for it. The topic is a terrible natural disaster and criminally neglectful government response. The author had exclusive and difficult access to her subject and people impacted by the disaster. The stories that make up the bulk of the book are sad, frustrating, and, occasionally, hopeful.
But for all of that, Everything is Broken fell a little short for me because it lacked the sort of overarching “plot” that I think good narrative nonfiction requires.
I should back up a bit. Everything is Broken is the story of what happened in Burma after Cyclone Nargis hit on May 2, 2008. Larkin, a journalist writing under a pseudonym, was previously in the country reporting and writing her first book, Finding George Orwell in Burma. When the cyclone struck, she worked to return in order to report on the aftermath of the storm.*
Unfortunately, that wasn’t quite a focused enough mission statement to hang a book on. As I read, I never felt like I knew where the book was going or what it was trying to accomplish and I found that very distracting. I need and expect focus and forward narrative momentum from great narrative nonfiction, and this didn’t quite have it.
Part of this critique isn’t the book’s fault – at some level there is no beginning, middle, and end to something like a natural disaster. And in a country like Burma, where the government is entirely corrupt and the people have no recourse for their grievances, it’s probably as hard to find closure as it is to get any real information.
Certainly, I wouldn’t have wanted Larkin to artificially create some sort of ending for the story. That wouldn’t have been true and probably wouldn’t have been good. But I did want a more clear focus and direction for the story I was being taken on.
But I don’t want this critique to take away from some of the really remarkable parts of this book. Burma is a difficult place to report from at any time, made even worse by the cyclone. Larkin is able to collect truly devastating stories from the people affected, and eloquently compares what she sees to the clearly false information being propagated by the government in their official news source, the New Light of Mynamar. As she explains,
In the hothouse environment of Rangoon, where the truth was malleable and facts and figures could be plucked out of thin air, anything seemed possible. As there are so few reliable sources of news in Burma, rumors take on an added significance and act as a barometer of people’s hopes and fears. What becomes important in this context is not whether they are true but whether people believe them to be true.
In fact, some of my favorite parts of the book were learning about how official news in Burma works and how easily the press can be manipulated, not because I liked it but because it fascinates me in a weird stare-at-a-car-accident sort of way.
Learning about some of the absurdity of the regime was also interesting, if extremely frustrating. For example, after the cyclone hit the government put out numbers about casualties, based on basically no information but with extreme detail — exactly 136,804 buffalo or 1,250,194 chickens. Of this, Larkin says,
Though these numbers may have been estimates based on farm animals registered before the cyclone, they were obviously fictitious — no one could have possible been around the entire delta counting and confirming the death of each missing chicken. While the rest of us patched together disparate eyewitness reports and scrambled around after intangible facts, the generals were producing solid answers. The image they were trying to portray seemed to be one of omniscient and supreme power: The regime knows everything, even that which is, ultimately, unknowable.
As you can see, the writing in the book is very good. Larkin has a natural-feeling style, and is able to integrate herself and experiences into her reporting without making the story about her. She uses her experiences as a device to explain how the regime works, rather than using her experiences as center of the book, which can sometimes be a challenging balancing act for journalists using “I” in their writing.
So while I was a little disappointed by Everything is Broken, I’m intrigued enough by the subject and Larkin’s approach that I’ll be moving Finding George Orwell in Burma — a book that has a much clearer sense of story — up on my “to read” list.
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