I bought this book after listening to Cohen’s recent interview with Bari Weiss. Traduced by the subtitle, I expected to read about Mossad’s many, ruthless triumphs over the foreign actors that have sought to annihilate the State of Israel since its inception. Instead, I found myself slogging through a 260-page campaign leaflet, punctuated for brief periods by admittedly inspiring stories of resilience and personal sacrifice (often, but by no means always, involving the author as protagonist).
Certain passages seem to have been crafted by Cohen to deflect blame for recent intelligence failures. Recounting his interactions with Netanyahu in the aftermath of October 7th, for instance, Cohen writes that he reminded “the PM of my previous advice to personally assess the intelligence” (p. 16). Cohen does not explain precisely how more minute attention on the part of the prime minister to what was undoubtedly a cornucopia of raw intelligence might have thwarted the attack, but he does imply that military intelligence officials and Israel’s domestic intelligence service had engaged in turf wars to the nation’s hurt.
More than once in the seemingly unrelated narratives that have been stuffed together within discrete chapters, Cohen quotes prominent figures to illustrate his own importance. After listening to Cohen’s offer to broker the creation of a humanitarian corridor that would funnel Palestinian civilians into Sinai before the aerial bombardment of Gaza, we are told, Netanyahu turns to his aides and remarks, “‘What Yossi says here is very valuable’” (p. 17). In case the proliferation of quotation marks in the previous sentence threw you, that was me quoting Cohen verbatim, who was quoting Netanyahu verbatim (allegedly). The former director of MI6 tells Cohen, “We do not give out Oscars in intelligence, but if we did, you would deserve one” (p. 165). Susan Rice, Obama’s former national security adviser, tells Cohen upon departing from her post as a domestic policy adviser in the Biden White House, “Yossi . . . [y]ou are a great patriot” (p. 203).
Many passages exude rank narcissism. Cohen’s decision to purchase matériel on behalf of the IDF is admirable; his decision to tell us about his own beneficence is not (p.19). As a child, Cohen was “perceived as a prodigy, destined to become an important rabbi or spiritual leader” (p.34). Of the decades he spent as a Mossad operative Cohen comments, “I didn’t need credit or gratitude,” which begs the question (p. 118). Of his involvement in the negotiations surrounding the Abraham Accords, Cohen comments, “It is ultimately incidental that, in addition to worldwide appreciation, my role has been recognized by the state of Israel” (p. 181). Cohen quotes the paragraph-long citation for his George Tenet Award, which extolled “[h]is leadership and strategic vision” (p. 210). Did you know that the infiltration of Hezbollah’s pager network has been described as “Yossi Cohen’s masterpiece” (p. 227)? Now I do. Such statements are more befitting of Dennis Reynolds than a retired spymaster.
Sometimes, Cohen sounds like your run-of-the-mill C-suite rent-seeker or college dean, such as when he informs us that his “decision-making process involves three elements: vision, leadership, and action” (p.106). As deputy director of Mossad, Cohen “led to the extreme” (p. 151). Following a 2016 attack by ISIS-affiliated terrorists in a Brussels airport terminal, Cohen “called his senior officials to a meeting” and “took the strategic decision that . . . the Mossad would spare no effort in understanding and disrupting Daesh activity” (p. 159). Is Cohen saying that, prior to his installment as director, Mossad had made a strategic decision to hotdog operations against ISIS?
Several statements—such as Cohen’s curious assertion that “we shouldn’t need confirmation from NASA scientists that the Earth’s surface is warming” because of our own “lived experience” (p. 125)—betray a willingness to genuflect to progressive pieties in order to forge a winning political coalition, an irritating (if venial) sin. Cohen is “sure we will not be using carbon gas, or any of the fossil fuels, in fifty years [sic] time,” an assertion that is belied by his later observation that an alliance between Russia and Saudi Arabia would be formidable precisely because it would control a quarter of the world’s crude oil production (pp. 153 and 192).
Cohen drifts into stream-of-consciousness accounts of the life of a Mossad trainee and operative rather than telling us which conflict he was participating in, where in the world he was operating, which asset he was cultivating and what objective he was ultimately trying to achieve. “I am sad or happy according to the operational need. You have to play the game, predict where the chess pieces will move, and with what intent” (p. 56). This breathless style continues for pages at a time.
A charitable reader might conclude that the lack of context and operational detail stem from Cohen’s need to observe official secrecy. Cohen acknowledges as much when he writes of his tenure as deputy director of Mossad, “I can’t reveal the specifics of what we did” (p. 142). This concession is problematic for someone who has endeavored to write a memoir.
All that being said, nuggets of practical insight are hidden amid the detritus. For instance, Cohen forthrightly acknowledges that criticizing Putin during his tenure as Mossad director would not have been in Israel’s interest, since Russian cooperation was needed for Israel to strike Iranian arms routes through Syria (p. 191). Furthermore, Cohen’s egotism should not detract from the fact that all relevant evidence suggests he is a man of immense fortitude and bravery whose profession keeps billions of people safe on a daily basis. In 2023, for instance, MI5 confirmed that 39 terrorist plots had been foiled over the previous six years, many (we are led to believe) due to intelligence sharing by Israel (p. 165). Cohen’s account of the apprehension of Asadollah Asadi, an Iranian diplomat who trundled around Europe in the 2010s recruiting Iranian emigrants to commit acts of terror, and Cohen’s review of the spate of ISIS attacks that shook France and Germany during the 2010s should remind readers that we do, indeed, live in a dangerous world and that heroes are not always renowned for their meekness and humility. Indeed, Churchill was often derided as a megalomaniac.
Unfortunately for Cohen, pilfering the archive that corroborated Iran’s nuclear ambitions—while daring—is not on the same scale as saving an entire civilization from Nazism. At the moment, all I can do is adapt a criticism of Churchill’s work and remark that Yossi Cohen has written a book all about himself and called it the “Sword of Freedom.”