The Shah, whose people for millennia revered him and his role as "Light of the Aryans" and "Shadow of God on Earth", begins his day with courtiers kissing his hand and following age-old ceremonial rituals. His closest confidant, Asadollah Alam, serves as diplomat and family therapist, shuttling between quarreling royals.
Meanwhile, George Braswell, a Baptist missionary, teaches comparative religion in Tehran and somehow wanders into secret prayer sessions where cassette tapes of Ayatollah Khomeini blare revolutionary sermons in tinny audio.
By the 1970s, oil money floods the country faster than it can be spent. The Persepolis coronation celebration becomes the pinnacle of extravagance. Worldly guests dine on quail eggs stuffed with caviar beneath a glittering tent city pitched in the desert. The Shah imports 250 Mercedes sedans to ferry dignitaries across the wasteland. Foreign observers sip champagne while ignoring the early tremors of revolt.
Urban wealth sits beside rural deprivation, and state-approved mosques begin to sound suspiciously like political rallies in clerical robes. By the time strikes and demonstrations take hold, Washington is still issuing memos calling Iran "an island of stability".
The Shah appears to the poor to be dithering in gilded palaces, issuing contradictory orders. All the while, his treacherous secret police frantically "disappear" the evidence of their corruption, bribery, and other misdeeds through mass document shredding. The Americans, when not busy misreading the streets, are preoccupied with oil prices and Middle Eastern war and peace theater starring Anwar Sadat and Menachem Begin.
The palace walls close in. Ministers resign, and foreign allies tire of pretending the emperor's wardrobe contains clothing. All the while, Khomeini sits in exile, protected by oblivious international governments, with the patience of a cat at a mouse hole, his cassette tapes multiplying like underground bootlegs. Inside Iran, ministers jostle for survival while the Immortals, the Shah's supposedly loyal guard, look less immortal by the hour. And then it all blows up.
By the time oil prices in the US begin to skyrocket, the Carter administration is mired in contradiction. Cyrus Vance tells reporters that America will "support any Iranian government restoring order while the reform process continues", a remark the Shah interprets as proof of Washington's wavering. Ambassador William Sullivan writes that thousands of young men rage through Tehran as soldiers stand by or flee.
Inside the White House, conflicting telegrams and mixed assurances convince the monarch that his allies have abandoned him. According to this book, historians later found that, amid the smoke and the shouting, neither the Shah nor the Americans had any true comprehension of the Iranian street.
On the night of August 19, 1978, Khomeini's terrorist arsonists, opposing Western influence, individual thinking, art, and free expression, locked the doors of the Rex Cinema in Abadan and set it ablaze while a full house watched The Deer. The fire spread so fast that fire trucks arrived to find the walls glowing red and the exits sealed. Four hundred and seventy-seven people were burned alive. Within hours, the government blamed Islamic radicals, while clerical leaders calmly declared it a secret police plot.
The confusion turned the charred theater into a national shrine. Across Iran, mourners filled the streets carrying black banners and portraits of the dead, chanting that the Shah had murdered his own people. The regime's statements contradicted one another, and the public stopped believing any of them. Anderson writes that the smell of smoke from Abadan drifted across the country and never truly lifted.
As the protests swelled into millions, the Shah grew gaunt and indecisive, whispering to his ministers that he felt abandoned by God. His speeches wavered between apology and denial, his authority dissolving faster than his health. Khomeini, still in exile near Paris, held daily press conferences from a modest house where journalists lined the street and revolutionary tapes were copied by the thousands.
When the army's loyalty began to crack, generals met in secret to discuss neutrality, and the prime minister confessed that "the government no longer governs". The Shah boarded his plane on a winter morning, waving weakly to an empty tarmac. Two weeks later, Khomeini stepped off another plane in Tehran to a crowd so vast that his car could not move through it, and the soldiers who had once fired on demonstrators now stood quietly with their rifles lowered.
The assault on the American embassy on November 4, 1979, created an ordeal that lasted 444 days. Carter's instinct was to pursue calm negotiation, signaling that the safety of the hostages outweighed retribution. Khomeini, seeing this restraint, declared, "The Americans can't do a damned thing." As months dragged on, American audiences tuned nightly to Nightline to hear the day count, while Carter's approval ratings plunged from the high 50s into political oblivion.
Operation Eagle Claw, the daring rescue attempt, ended in a desert fireball that killed eight servicemen and left the administration looking both tragic and inept. In Tehran, Ayatollah Sadegh Khalkhali paraded the charred remains of the Americans before cameras. When the ordeal ended, it coincided precisely with Ronald Reagan's inauguration. The hostages were lifted from Tehran as Carter watched from the sidelines. Many cursed him to his face.
The aftermath resembles a hangover with no cure: proxy wars, religious militancy exported worldwide, and decades of geopolitical bungling by every party involved. The same fools who confused class disparity with jihadist morality are still marching in Western streets, waving the Ayatollah's slogans against the very values they hold dear and the freedoms that protect them.
This is a very New York Times kind of book. It shamelessly projects smug Manhattan self-righteous values onto a millenia old noble and gallant civilization. Opinions are presented as facts. Omissions are carefully chosen. The Carter doctrine is given a far too lenient treatment. The insane Jihadi barbarism is excused, accepted and forgiven as inevitable and logical. Wealth, money and oil are the presented as the source of all evil.
Scott Anderson has written the kind of history that reads like a royal soap opera in which everyone is overdressed, overarmed, and underqualified. Hubris, delusion, betrayal, and catastrophic miscalculation converge until the order collapses.
Nevertheless, it is a crucially important period in world history for the unititiated to ponder. A cautionary tale to Western leaders who once gave refuge to Khomeini and are repeating the same mistakes with his ideological monstrous descendants.