Hollie McKay proves herself to be one of the most prolific and foremost wartime journalists today with her extensive reporting on the ISIS war of the last decade. It takes a Howard Zinn-like approach for the most part, focusing on how war affects everyday people and families. It becomes understandably tragic and graphic as it describes in quite some detail the atrocities committed, but generally it doesn’t do so without a purpose. She uncovers the injustice and tragedy ISIS brought on the area, especially as it affected women, children, and non-combatants. Once in a while she takes a philosophical tone, stopping us to think about the meaning of the battles. “What is war?” she asks repeatedly, then provides a sentence or two that summarizes what’s happened and what it means. She doesn’t seem to take much of a political stance, doesn’t denigrate any particular US or UN policy, instead zeroing in on what’s happening on the ground. She sometimes shares her own feelings and fears: often, in the throes of war, she pines for her mother’s comfort. Thus, it’s an awfully human book.
That said, it suffers from many publishing and editing problems. For one thing, there are too many errors for a hardback: typos, misspelled words, typeset gaps, words that escaped spellcheck (“bedim” is used when “bedlam” was clearly intended), and even subject / verb agreement. For another, while I can appreciate the vast coverage of events, I felt there were just too many stories. I didn’t get to stay with any one story, one family, one event, for more than two pages before moving onto something else, although some stories seemed to dovetail on others. The timeline also seems to go all over, even though the notes are organized by a particular year in which she wrote them (2014-18).
I just wished it had a direction, or a narrative. There didn’t seem to be an “arc,” a chronology, or an opinion, that held it together. I suppose there’s truth in the title: it seemed to be simply McKay’s notebook transcribed into book form with very little editing whatsoever. For me, at least, that didn’t serve it well – I could have used a shorter report with either a clear timeline; shorter, focused chapters; or something of a personal reflection pervading it all. I thought at one point that these were all news stories that she never submitted: each “memo” seems to be about the length of a mid-sized newspaper article.
If you can read it slowly, or a little at a time, quite like a magazine, you’ll get some harrowing and tragic stories about one of the world’s most recent and brutal conflicts. Thanks to my pal Bryan Robinson for providing me a copy as a gift!
Trigger warning: war, sexual assault, extreme violence.