The ending
of The Things They Carried ties
together quite nicely a metaphor of the importance of stories. Stories have the
ability to make “the dead sometimes smile and
sit up and return to the world.” O’Brien uses his stories to bring
everyone he lost back to life. For the time it takes to read the story, the characters
are as vivacious and full of life as ever, even if it’s just in our
imaginations. The metaphor fully comes together when Linda says being dead is “like
being inside a book that nobody’s reading” and “all you can do is…just hope
somebody’ll pick it up and start reading.” In this passage the dead literally
live in books, driving home O’Brien’s point that writing is the way to keep
them alive.
O’Brien ties all of his metafictional elements together
at the end like this not through another account of a friend lost in war, but
through Timmy’s first love, an innocent nine year old girl. Strange, it seems, that
more than 200 pages focused around the war culminates with something so far
removed from it. But this is not a story about the war at all. As O’Brien tells
us early on, “a true war story is never about the war.” Naturally this holds
true for his own works. A war story on the surface, The Things They Carried is actually a narrative about many, many
other things – guilt, love, friendship, death, fear, courage – but above all
it’s about stories. Metafiction at its very finest.
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