This review copy was provided by NetGalley.
I don’t normally review middle grade books. Heck, I rarely read middle grade books these days. But I was genuinely curious about the state of Iraq after Saddam Hussein, after the American troops, after, well, everything. And if you’re hoping for the same, this book paints a scarily descriptive picture.
Other than getting a closer look at Iraq than you ever will through news stations, I was awakened to an issue I didn’t know was such a huge problem in Iraq: the Sunni-Shia conflict.
I’m not going to voice my thoughts on that conflict, because they’re a tad too political, but all I’ll say is: why?
For those of you who don’t know, Sunnis and Shiites are two sects of Islam, differing because of a political rift at the beginning of Islam.
The White Zone deals with the Sunni-Shia conflict in great detail. The book alternates between Nouri, a Shiite boy, and his cousin Talib, who’s half Sunni and half Shia. And something intriguing is going on in Iraq: it’s the Sunnis who’re being discriminated against. That’s generally not what happens in the rest of the world.
I felt most for poor Talib. As if it wasn’t strange enough being both Sunni and Shia- just because of his mother’s sect, even his cousins turn against him. I was tempted to give Nouri a good hard scolding for some of the cruel things he said to Talib, but uh, they’re ten years old. I don’t remember being too smart at that age.
In a war, it’s the children that suffer the most. They grow up to the sound of bombs. They mistake tracer fire for shooting stars. They walk around used to tanks patrolling streets and police officers at every turn. They’re surrounded by death and hate and destruction. It’s no way to grow up.
And I’d like to share a couple of quotes from The White Zone that made me a little sniffly. These are from an uncorrected proof, mind, so they might change by the release date.
As they drew closer to Baghdad, the sky ahead burned with the green flash of tracer fire. Explosions rocked the night. Baba drove straight into that war, the one they lived with every day. (uncorrected galley, The White Zone)
Oh, man. The war they live with every day. That line just stomped all over my heart. How can you ever get used to tracer fire and explosions?
In Karada, bands of men and boys from all over the city roved, accosting any Sunnis who had the guts to show themselves in public. And when there were none, they knocked on doors, looking for the ones hiding inside. They dragged people from their houses and beat them up. Sometimes they forced them to board buses that would dump them at the outskirts of Baghdad. (uncorrected galley, The White Zone)
This sounds scarily like the discrimination against Jews in the past. How come I haven’t heard about this before?
As soon as Iraq got out halfway of one war, it’s been thrown into another, internal one. Again, it’s the children that suffer even more than everybody else. And I’m glad that Carolyn Marsden told this story from two kids’ point of view, because it needed to be told.
Parting Thoughts: read this book, even if you’re not into middle grade. It’s sort of like the Breadwinner books, and I very much hope that it brings the same message across.
Cover Talk: I love this one. It’s got a haunting feel to it, and since it’s a middle grade book, I asked my brother about it and he said he’d pick it up because it looks cool and isn’t girly. Good news.