I don't necessarily have any problems with Mackey's writing style, which is mostly vivid, detailed, and moves nicely from page to page. My problem is with the book's intent. Is this a memoir? An inside look at our war with Al-Qaeda (as the cover promises)? A propaganda tool? A serious examination of interrogation techniques?
I don't think the book knows exactly. Although Mackey is chronicling his experience as an army interrogator, he himself as narrator doesn't do much critical reflection regarding his experience. Most of the interrogators, and therefore their interrogations, come off in this book as rather bumbling. They are good, honest people, none of whom seem to want to be in Afghanistan very much and who interrogate mostly low-level Afghans and Arabs with tenuous, if any, connections to the Taliban and Al-Qaeda. They don't necessarily break anything of any real intelligence value. In fact, at one point in the book, Mackey details his buddy Fitz's "breaking" of an Al-Qaeda chemical warfare ring/plan via ricin (hey, "Breaking Bad!"). Then, Mackey tells us that in an email from Fitz before the publication of the book, Fitz says, "None of that ever happened. No chemical warfare. No ricin. I don't know where you're getting that." Whhhaaaaattt?
In the beginning of the book, Mackey repeats the company line that torture does not net good intelligence, that prisoners will say anything to make the pain stop. At the end of the book as he examines his feelings about the abuses in Gitmo and Abu Ghraib, he goes, "Well, if they'll say anything to get the pain to stop, they'll probably start with the truth. So, torture does work, but we can't torture because it is immoral." Whhhhaaaattt?
Mackey also tells prisoners he has great respect for Islam and then in private shakes his head, going, "What a religion." Then, when prisoners tell him he doesn't even know enough about his own religion, he goes to another interrogator to ask him if this is really true, with questions about his own Christianity. It's entirely obvious that he doesn't know enough of his own religion. But this isn't really a problem for him, I guess. And then he proceeds to all but make fun of a mentally disabled prisoner. Whhhhaaattt?
I guess I came away from this book glad to know that our initial interrogators were undertrained, reluctant actors in the War on Terror who, according to Mackey, had little to no knowledge of the cultures or people they were interrogating. And whenever they did eek out some good intelligence, either the CIA would snatch up the prisoners or they'd be shipped off to Gitmo, which he paints as a dumping ground for suspected terrorists. Like, "We don't know what else to do with this guy and releasing him will make us look bad. So, send him to Gitmo."