Trevor Paglen, I Could Tell You but Then You Would Have to Be Destroyed by Me: Emblems from the Pentagon's Black World (Melville House Press, 2007)
As is usual, I haven't read reviews for this book before I started writing this one, but I'd be willing to make you a small bet given (a) what I know about the reviews of Trevor Paglen's other books and (b) what I know of Amazon reviewers in general: there are going to be a sizable minority of reviews of this book that are going to complain, perhaps a lot, about how many of the entries in this book, especially towards the back, have almost no information listed about them. For as is the case with Blank Spots on the Map, much of the material Paglen covers here is still very much classified; even in the cases where he does have more information on a subject than one would expect, it's couched in terms that denote hearsay or speculation. (On very few pages does one see the phrase “[t]his project was declassified in...”.) Okay, I'm willing to concede the point that conspiracy theorists come off a lot more convincing if they actually don't claim to know everything, but few of them back their stuff up as much as Paglen has over the past five years. You don't see a great deal of that in this pocket-size art book, more's the pity; Paglen makes a few references to having got the information from folks who previously worked on these projects, but there's a complete absence of footnotes (where Blank Spots on the Map was loaded with them) here; I think of this as a kind of companion piece to Blank Spots.... It presents a series of patches and emblems worn by military types who had been involved in black projects over the years (Paglen notes at the beginning that he presents them almost at random, and that the collection is in no way comprehensive or exhaustive), with what information he has, and that's it. Like I said, an art book. The commonalities in design are interesting, if not necessarily instructive (one must rely a great deal on Paglen's interpretation if one is to get anywhere in decoding these things), and the whole is grimly amusing, in a way.
And I want a Goatsuckers patch. ****
(For the record: the odd wording of the title is explained in Paglen's discourse on the final patch in the book, the only one close to being long enough to earn the title of “essay”, and the most interesting of the bunch.)