Remembering a leading critic of the war in Vietnam

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BERNARD FALL: MEMORIES OF A SOLDIER-SCHOLAR

By Dorothy Fall

Potomac Books, $24.95, 285 pages

REVIEWED BY JOHN GREENYA

In 1971, four years after the death of her beloved husband Bernard, Dorothy Fall set out to write this book. But after running into two problems -- the FBI's refusal to release his file and the demands of raising three young girls -- she shelved the project. Twenty-four years later, heartened by the publication of Robert McNamara's "In Retrospect" and President Bill Clinton's directing the FBI to be "more forthcoming" in releasing files, she reapplied to the bureau, and five years later her request was granted.

By this point Dorothy Fall, an artist not a writer, was in her 70th year, but her resolve was as strong as it had ever been, perhaps even more so in light of the fact that in all those years no one had written a biography of this warrior-academic whose warnings about the quagmire known as Vietnam had fallen on deaf ears despite his singular expertise. So she began anew, and the result is a captivating book that is equal parts historical primer, personal love story, and eerie reminder of the folly of waging an unconventional war in an unfamiliar land.

The Falls met at the University of Syracuse in 1951 where Dorothy Winer was a senior and Bernard, a French student who'd won a Fulbright scholarship, was a graduate student. But to call Bernard Fall a graduate student is like calling Jimmy Carter a carpenter. Fall's parents had been killed by the Nazis (his mother perished at Auschwitz, his father was killed by the Gestapo), he'd fought in the French Resistance as a teenager, and later in the French Army, and he'd worked for the Americans as an investigator/interpreter at the Nuremberg Trials.

As class vice president and co-chair of the Human Relations Committee, Dorothy was part of a group that had invited Bernard to give one of a series of lectures by foreign students; as a budding artist, she did the posters, which depicted "an entirely stereotyped Frenchman" with a twirling mustache, wearing a black beret and with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

When they met prior to his talk, Fall asked, "Who is that idiot who did those stupid posters?" After that, things improved. "I was soon in awe," she writes. "Bernard was not like anyone I had ever met. The students I dated were still boys. Bernard spoke candidly of his life in France, his roles with the Resistance and with the French army, the fate of his family, and his work at the Nuremberg trials. I was both shocked and fascinated by this self-confident young man who had already experienced so much of life."