Gosh, well this was a surprising and amazing read.
Absurdistan (not to be confused with that silly novel of the same name) is a memoir by an Australian journalist who spent the last few decades as an embedded reporter in some of the most fucked-up parts of the world, including Moscow, Chechnya, Beijing, Kabul, and Northern Iraq. His experiences living and working in these places was almost unbelievably fascinating and frustrating in equal measure, but also served to highlight, over and over and over, both how very lucky I am and how woefully, embarrassingly unaware I am of the rest of this insane world we live in. Did you know how desperately poor and fucked up Russia was in the just-post-Communism 90s? How sick the Chinese propaganda machine is? How totally appalling things are in the Mideast? That there are still nomads in what used to be Soviet gulags? That the Taliban blew up enormous 1400-year-old statues of Buddha in Bamiyan, Afghanistan?
If I may give you a few highlights of some of the things you'll learn about, should you (and you should!) choose to read this fine book.
* In Russia, 1996: "On my last night in Minsk, Nastya took me to a nightclub called Reaktor. It had a neon model of Chernobyl in one corner, spouting neon radiation. It was the kind of black irony you could find only in the former Soviet Union, where people confronted the misery of their situation but decided to enjoy life anyway."
* In Grozny 1997: "The main problem for the local economy – apart from the fact that almost every town and village had been shot up and bombed – was that there was no work for the gunmen.
A group of fighters came to us to ask about opportunities in the West, specifically Hawaii.
"I'm afraid not," Eve said. "There's no war in Hawaii."
"Really?" he asked. "We heard they were having lots of problems with America and needed fighters."
"No, I'm sorry," Eve said. "It's very peaceful there."
* The Moscow bar called Hungry Duck. One day a week, from six to nine, only women were allowed in, and there was a free open bar and male strip shows. Men lined up for hours outside, and when they were let in at nine, the women went wild, some stripping themselves, jumping on the men as they came in.
* Kabul, 1997, filming then end of the poppy harvest, as the farmers are readying their crop for sale to drug dealers. "As we were leaving, one of the farmers handed me a pile of opium buds and made a short speech. Afterwards, I asked [my translator:] what the man had said.
"He said, 'Take all this. It's enough to kill you.'"
* The insane Vladimir Zhirinovsky, who organizes a charter media trip to Baghdad in 1998, when the UN won't let any planes in. This turns into ten hours on a runway while Zhirinovsky "negotiates" with the relevant authorities, the plane finally flying...to Armenia. And further hijinx.
* A Russian dentist accidentally cutting off a part of the tongue of our intrepid hero.
* The absolutely mind-boggling horror of control-freak China and their uncompromising iron grip on all propaganda and media. For every media trip journalists get sent on, their time is not only scheduled down to the minute (including numerous banquets, press conferences, and meticulously controlled "face time" with government-selected citizens), but there are five to ten government workers and minders to each journalist. The chaos that ensues would be hilarious if it was fictional.
* Afghanistan, 2001. The Northern Alliance government's inauguration ceremony, replete with all the rival warlords, deposed governmental people, and those who would be taking their place. "The atmosphere inside was both triumphant and tense, like a giant wedding where the families don't get along but are trying to be nice for the day. Which was just as well, given that many of the 'guests' had private armies."
Anyway, and on and on and on. Those are a tiny tiny selection of highlights from this expansive, amazing book. And the coolest thing was that while I was reading it, I kept coming across other things discussing many of the locations in this book. The Economist, which I'm desperately trying to start reading, just had an issue all on China–U.S. relations, and a lot of it (especially the stuff about Tibet) made a lot more sense to me after having read the China sections of this book. I'm also proofreading a sort of philosophy/sociology book about Turkey and Armenia and the genocide there in the early 1900s, which again complimented what I was learning here from Eric Campbell.
Anyway! Good lord can I babble. But, um, read this book!! It's crazy & awesome & you'll learn something, too.