Monthly Archives: April 2011

Brothers in Arms: The Story of Al-Qa’ida and the Arab Jihadists by Camille Tawil

“I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.”

Patton (1970), screenplay by Francis Ford Coppola.

“Mubarak has been an ally of ours in a number of things … I would not refer to him as a dictator.”

Vice President Joe Biden (2011)

“God is the immemorial refuge of the incompetent, the helpless, the miserable. They find not only sanctuary in His arms, but also a kind of superiority, soothing to their macerated egos: He will set them above their betters.”

H. L. Mencken (1956)

Brothers in Arms: the Story of Al-Qa’ida and the Arab Jihadists by Camille Tawil is a lucid investigation of the various threads within the modern Islamist movement.  While the media, especially television, is prone to turn Middle Eastern anti-government dissent into a monolith labeled “terrorist,” Tawil, an investigative journalist working for the al-Hayat Arabic daily in London, dissects the various theological and political rifts within the Islamist movement.

Borne within the crucible of the Afghan-Soviet War and unified by religious rhetoric and corrupt tyrants supported by the United States, the Islamist movement attracted both the devout and the sadistic.  In the words of the poet Ezra Pound,

These fought, in any case,
and some believing, pro domo, in any case ..

Some quick to arm,
some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness,
some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in imagination,
learning later …

some in fear, learning love of slaughter.

From Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (1920)

Within the context of the Arab struggle against tyranny, the Islamist movement presents itself as a constellation of paramilitary groups working within the parameters of nationalistic goals.  Besides the corrupt monarchs and dictators, the Islamists also stand in opposition to the Muslim Brotherhood’s tendency towards non-violent protest and Kemal Atatürk’s secularization of Turkey following the First World War.  One is left with the dismal choice between tyranny or theocracy.  To use a phrase familiar with benighted, defeatist, unimaginative voters: “the lesser of two evils.”  A false dichotomy ingrained into the consciousness, a Manichean rube that kills critical thought.  (One should note the single unambiguous difference between the agents of Islamist terror and members of the Christian Right: the Islamists have beards.)

Throughout the book, an underlying tension occurs between two countervailing trends.  Nationalist uprising (overthrowing the tyrannical status quo, etc.) and internationalist jihad (creating a global caliphate along 7th century lines, etc.) either compete for dominance or collude with each other.  Erstwhile secular dictators like Saddam Hussein have flirted with jihadist rhetoric to retain hold on power.  Nationalist movements have also had their secular agendas, ranging from the aforementioned Atatürk and certain factions of the Palestinian Liberation Organization (Cf. the more theocratic HAMAS, Iran’s unelected theocratic Guardian Council, and the unelected Christian Right’s relationship with the GOP).  Not every Islamist movement thought joining Osama bin Laden’s World Islamic Front was in their best interests.  Similarly, not every Islamist movement thought the turn towards attacking the United States was a good idea either, despite the United States supporting dictatorial regimes and absolute monarchies for decades.

Preserving freedom at home by supporting tyranny abroad.

This brings up two important questions: What does national liberation matter when the end goal is a global caliphate?  Granted, Islamist groups wanted to overthrow the present dictatorial regimes and install more Sharia-friendly Islamic states, but putting things in “global” terms opens the field to all sorts of utopian lunacy.  Second, given the Islamist desire to create austere theocratic regimes with the Quran as the only law, the complaints against secular dictatorships become moot.  It becomes an aesthetic debate, since tyranny and repression will be fruit of both systems.

Tawil explains how a desire to create democratic systems becomes a major sticking point between Islamist groups.  Some desire to batter the government into holding elections; others see democracy as another manifestation of the infidel.  For all the black-and-white saber rattling associated with the War on Terror, Tawil shows the difficult choices facing Islamist groups and how different goals led to groups getting torn apart.

Brothers in Arms: the Story of Al-Qa’ida and the Arab Jihadists offers an illuminating exploration of the variegated Islamist movement.  Written in 2007, the book lacks information on the more recent London and Bali bombings. The greatest irony facing the Islamist movement is its oncoming irrelevance due to the Arab Spring passing across the Middle East like the European Revolutions of 1848 and the dissolution of the Iron Curtain from 1988 to 1993.  The social networked young secular activists, despite the best efforts of the United States to sit on the fence, will do what arms and terror cannot and shove extremist terror into the dustbin of history.

Expiration Date by Sherril Jaffe

Following what is presumably a supernatural vision, Flora believes she will die.  What follows is Sherril Jaffe’s novel entitled Expiration Date.  Flora finds herself in the Heavenly Court where a verdict is passed.  She will die in twenty-five years.  At the time the announcement is made, Flora is pregnant.  The novel follows Flora’s impending date with doom, alternating chapters with her life and that of her mother, Muriel.

Muriel stands in opposition to her daughter’s predetermined death by avoiding a life in a nursing home outside San Francisco.  She takes up with a taciturn gentleman named Wilbur, a former pilot who flew missions in Vietnam.  Together, they travel from state to state on the bridge circuit.  Flora frets about death and listens to the stories her husband, Jonah, a rabbi, tells her.

While the premise is fascinating, the execution remained disappointing.  The prose felt inert and the characters remained thin and narratively undernourished.  When Flora thinks about death, we find her with her husband as he attends to the pastoral needs of the sick and dying.  In the novel, it reeked of authorial obviousness.  It lacked subtlety and came across as a character doing too much navel-gazing.  Another irking development involved Muriel’s affair with Wilbur.  Muriel obsesses about having Wilbur discover her true age, since Wilbur is almost a decade and a half younger than she is.  Unfortunately, Wilbur remains nearly silent throughout the time of their relationship.  Snippets of background appear in places, but he remains a cipher, less a character than a human lawn jockey.

In the end, the novel just ends.  The narrative ramps up anticipation to Flora’s date with death.  What happens afterwards is anticlimactic, the slow deflating of the story into a tedious insignificance.  Jaffe commits the egregious sin novelists should abhor: she made the novel boring.

Reservoir Gods by Brian Knight @ Joe Bob Briggs

Dworshak was a body of water created by the Clearwater River.  The dammed river created the reservoir that powers the town of Orofino while flooding a previously abandoned town and leaving behind tales of desecrated Indian burial grounds.  Amid this stew of history, legend and hearsay, Knight brings us a “Big Fish” tale.

Remember the one that got away?  Reservoir Gods is one of those stories.

The story centers on the lives of various individuals around Dworshak.  There is Commissioner Grant Lang, who enjoys the outdoors, camping with his underlings, and the occasional 14-year-old girl.  He’s also a bit of a sociopath.  There’s the Garbage Man, tasked with getting rid of the town’s more unseemly problems.  There’s Roger Burnham, scuba-diving the reservoir’s murky depths as something of an amateur local historian.  He wants to prove that there was a town beneath the waters.  Add an elderly gentleman, a former drug dealer who chummed around with the local militia, and a pontoon boat dubbed the Great Pumpkin, and you have the set-up for a stupendous tale of monstrous marine life.

For the rest of the review, click here.

The Lime Works by Thomas Bernhard @ Joe Bob Briggs

Thomas Bernhard (1931–1989) was one of the twentieth century’s great prose stylists.

He belongs to the trinity of novelists who died early, the other two being W.G. Sebald and Roberto Bolano.  All three are experiencing a popular revival coupled with attention from academic and critical circles.

To understand Bernhard’s peculiar brand of fiction one has to examine his country of origin.  Austria’s intellectual and literary community minted numerous famous names in the 19th and 20th centuries.  An incomplete list would include journalist-critic Karl Kraus, philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, psychologist Sigmund Freud, Nobel Laureate author Elfriede Jelinek, and the demagogue Adolf Hitler.  Like Kraus and Jelinek, Bernhard’s writing has black humor and a scorching criticism of the foibles and failings of Austrian culture.  “Prussia: Freedom of movement, with a muzzle.  Austria: Solitary confinement, with permission to scream.”  He also wrote, “You have to read all writers twice.  The good ones you remember, the bad ones you dismember.”

Translated from the German by Sophie Wilkins and originally published in 1970 as Das Kalkwerk, the novel centers around the murder of Mrs. Konrad by her husband.  Her murder took place in the lime works, Mr. Konrad shooting his disabled wife in her wheelchair with a Mannlicher rifle.  An insurance investigator attempts to find out why Mr. Konrad murdered his wife, learning more and more about his eccentricities, obsessions and experiments.  The unnamed insurance investigator accumulates these facts from conversations with Wieser and Fro, owners of two properties in the town of Sicking, where the Konrads lived.  The gossip and hearsay recalls William Faulkner’s short story “A Rose for Emily,” in which the town acts as the narrator, recounting the life of the resident elderly eccentric named Emily.

In addition to the unique perspective, the novel eventually unfolds in one long paragraph.  The paragraph starts on page 11 and keeps going until the book ends on page 241.  This is not your standard murder mystery or police procedural.  The murder becomes a set-up for Konrad’s opinions on government functionaries, patriotism, gender relations, private property, and many other topics.  During this long, labyrinthine journey, we discover Konrad had labored on experiments with sound.  He had prepared to write down the findings of his experiments in a work entitled The Sense of Hearing.  The work never reaches fruition.  Amidst the tedious experiments, in which he uses his wife, much to her displeasure, he tries to find the optimal conditions to begin writing his book.  Anyone who has had a severe case of writer’s block will cringe at Bernhard’s merciless depiction of artistic impotence.  While he is trying to find the perfect conditions for writing, he gets interrupted by his wife or by visitors.  It plays like a version of Fawlty Towers or The Honeymooners, two programs in which gender relations play like mortal combat.  Basil just wants to relax, Ralph Kramden just wants one get-rich scheme to work, and Konrad wants to write his blasted book.

For the rest of the review, click here.

Self-Referential 100th Post

Nothing like an arbitrary milestone for the blogosphere.

This is the 100th post of the Driftless Area Review.  It’s been a fun experience thus far.  I’ve met new people and started receiving free review copies.  I have enjoyed the works of the Permanent Press and enjoy the publishing philosophy of co-founder Martin Shepard.

For those interested, I will continue my two long term essay series: The Art of Reviewing and Essays on Capital.  I am currently half-way through Capital, Volume 2.  The work presents more of a challenge, since the text is more technical, dry, and math-intensive than the first volume.

Stay tuned for more book reviews, essays, and random cultural musings.