

“He used to pound it into the blackboard, ‘Consciousness! Consciousness, gentlemen! Wake up,’” Stone says recently from his home in Brentwood.

It was a lesson Stone had retained from his days at NYU when a classics professor used to hammer home the message to the students.

The protagonist of what was then titled “The Platoon” was like Odysseus in Homer’s epic, he saw, a young man who’d traveled into hell and who would only find the path home if he opened his eyes to the truth around him. In Oliver Stone‘s new memoir, he writes about when he first understood that his screenplay about a lost soldier in Vietnam connected back to the oldest tales of humankind.
