Honest, and elegantly written, narrative of a father's loss when his soldier son dies
Most war novels either are anit-war books, or John Wayne-type, gung ho narratives. This is different. Very quietly written, not bombastic at all, but with feeling and precision, it tells the lifelong story of a working-class Indianapolis man whose grandfather and father served in the military and whose son, even though named for the pacifist Bertrand Russell, also served. The story is mostly the father's - what did he do in his life? what brave acts can he point to - and it's all brought home when his soldier son dies in mysterious circumstances in Afghanistan. There are clear "ripped from the headlines" war scenes here, though not much war or fighting at all, such as a riff on the Bowe Bergdahl desertion and the American sharpshooter who was killed when he returned home, basically more about the strangeness of war that about "action," and it's very different in that regard. One popular Goodreads-linked review site calls the book "gorgeously written." I can't disagree.

