Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo

I didn't realize until I started reading this (Kellen's Christmas read choice) that it was a "shuvunda" book - a book that was either actually or metaphorically "shoved under "the bed for future reference.  Written in 1939, it was immediately embraced by those who feared that we were headed for another war and spent much of its early years banned.  It is a profound insight into the futility of war as the reader is invited into the mind and imagination of Joe Bolton.  Severely injured in WWI, he cannot move hear, see or speak.  What or who are we if we are just our mind,  our memories, our insights but no way to communicate?  And what if what we have to say, nobody wants to hear.