A sometimes compelling, often frustrating book that feels like a draft of what could have been a far better work.
The book acts as a sort of memoir of two young guys - LeMoine and Neumann - who head to Iraq in late 2003 to "make a difference." They had no training. No education on the area. No Arabic language skills. No background in providing aid of any sort, let alone in a war-torn foreign nation. They were basically two aimless dudes who had a cottage industry from making and selling "Yankees Suck" T-shirts in and around Boston Red Sox games. They got bored and decided to go to Iraq. In the roughly four or five months they were there, they wormed their way into an NGO and carved out a small group that gathered and dispersed some aid to poor Iraqis in the form of clothes and other goods. When not doing that, they made friends with a wide variety of folks, mostly internationals there with widely varying purposes. In early 2004, when Iraq was really starting to descend into brutal sectarian violence, they were essentially relieved of their responsibilities due to getting into a fistfight with a couple of Jordanian shopkeepers while on vacation.
This book does have value in that you get an inside look at the dysfunction of the U.S. occupation there and its wildly ill-advised attempt at nation-building in a land far, far different from our own. From the perspective of these two Rosenkrantz and Gildenstern types, we see how the U.S. Defense Department oversaw a nasty, violent money-grab for all sort of outside interests, U.S. and otherwise, who had only marginal interest in the actual welfare of the Iraqi people. There is a sense of absurdity that does come through the pages, and does paint what feels like a certain, accurate picture of some of what was going on at that time.
But it's hard to like the two authors much at all, and this isn't intentional. There is a disturbing lack of self-awareness on their part, and very little reckoning of their own as to just how irresponsible and self-absorbed much of what they did was. Towards the very end, there are a few pages where we get some real regret after one of their closest Iraqi friends was assassinated and other associates they made get killed while still working in Iraq in 2004 and 2005, but by that time it almost feels like it's too little, too late. A better writer and more perspective of the parts of LeMoine and Neumann probably could have produced a far more thoughtful, introspective look at their own actions, decisions, and the broader American mission. Alas, the book mostly feels slapped together of various recollections, often showing little to no connection with each other or a broader theme - a theme that could have been made very clearly and artfully. These two guys do seem like they're reasonably intelligent and did go there with some good intentions, but these were outweighed by their utterly misguided sense of wild adventure and disturbing lack of awareness of what they were getting into. These issues are not addressed in this book nearly as much as they could and should have been.
The book is a fast, easy read, though. Just be ready to grow irritated by the focal subjects throughout, despite the fact that they were trying to do good in their way. It's just that their way involved a lot of oblivious bungling and more than a little self-involvement.