There was a time, believe it or not, when it was actually shocking to hear stories of corruption and wrongdoing perpetrated by elected officials. Likewise, there was a time when conspiracies involving government officials, multinational corporations, and foreign parties colluding to commit crimes was looked at as simply theories, and unbelievable ones at that.
We are definitely living in weird times.
****A Testimonial****
I remember once reading a book in which terrorists fly a passenger jet into the U.S. Capitol, instantly wiping out the President, the entire Congress, and the Supreme Court all in one fell swoop. I remember thinking how outrageous and silly that was at the time. The book was “Debt of Honor” by one of my all-time favorite authors at the time, Tom Clancy. It was published in 1994.
I remember once, perhaps as a young child and maybe even as late as high school, believing that, as imperfect and flawed as it sometimes was, our federal government was actually a pretty trustworthy institution. Our government (so I believed) actually had our best interests at heart, and it was looking out for us.
Then, somewhere around September 11, 2001, when terrorists hijacked four passenger jets and launched them into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and (thanks to many brave souls who took back the cockpit) an empty field in Pennsylvania, things started to change. Not for the better, obviously.
I can’t pinpoint my mistrust of the government and my dislike for most elected officials to that day. Clearly, those feelings had been building and growing gradually as I grew older and more knowledgable of the world. I can’t say that 9/11 was the reason that made me rethink the common decency of humanity and the belief that mankind is basically good. Again, those feelings had been creeping into my soul for some time before then.
I can say that, for myself, 9/11 represented a demarcation between innocence and innocence lost. Maybe it was for the country, too, but I’m pretty sure that the country wasn’t that innocent long before those planes hit.
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My mention of Tom Clancy was not accidental or simply random. I was in middle school, I think, probably eighth grade, when I first read “The Hunt for Red October”, a book that I loved beyond words. I began to voraciously read every Clancy book after that: “Red Storm Rising”, “Patriot Games”, “Clear and Present Danger”, “The Sum of All Fears”.
I’m not sure why I loved them at the time, other than the fact that they were exciting, fast-paced thrillers. At the time, I think I loved the fact that the hero, Jack Ryan, was a patriot. He loved his country and his family in equal measure. Arguably, his country was his family. By that I mean that he believed in his country. He trusted it. He trusted his government. He trusted his president. He trusted the soldiers and law enforcement officers who enforced the laws of the land. He trusted that no one person or persons or corporation should have so much power, and he trusted that his government would ensure that no person, persons, or corporation would ever achieve such power.
I think I loved Clancy because he wrote fantasy stories. About a world that may have, at one point, actually existed in reality but more than likely simply existed in his imagination. I didn’t think they were fantasy stories at the time, obviously, which is why I think I loved them.
I haven’t read Clancy in years, probably decades. My love affair ended after reading a book called “Rainbow Six”. It was the last book I ever read by him. I’m not sure when I read it, although given the fact that it was published in 1998, I would have been in my late-20s.
I can’t even remember why I disliked it, although it may have had something to do with the ridiculousness of the plot, which, as far as I recall (and keep in mind, this is all from memory, so my recall may not adequately represent the truth), it was about a group of eco-terrorists who wanted to unleash a biological weapon during a highly public setting. I think it was the Olympics.
I remember having a vehemently angry reaction to the book, probably completely out of proportion to what it deserved, but I do remember thinking that Clancy didn’t seem to understand the point of eco-terrorism. He didn’t seem to understand environmentalism at all, really, and that’s when it kind of struck me: my political worldview had changed drastically from the time I had read “The Hunt for Red October” to the time I had read “Rainbow Six”. I remember thinking: it’s kind of weird how our political views shape us to the point that we can have such visceral negative reactions to something as silly as an action-adventure military thriller.
I believe it might have been at that point that I realized I was one of those bleeding heart liberals.
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I’m probably remembering that book wrongly. Or at least giving it an unfair negative read based on faulty memory. Maybe someday I’ll go back and re-read it. I have nothing against the late great Clancy due to that one book. I just simply stopped reading him.
In truth, Clancy still remains an important part of my literary history, helping me to shape my political worldviews as a teenager, in much the same way that Philip Roth helped to shape my views in college and beyond. Both authors remain a part of very specific times in my evolution.
Throughout the years, various authors have become an important part of my “self”. I learn from them like professors. I engage in conversations with them. I fall in love with them and I get vehemently angry with them. I take parts of their wisdom and incorporate them into my soul. Sometimes I reject them for newer views or beliefs that I believe are stronger and more profound.
Sometimes, when I discover a new author that I absolutely love, it’s better than sex.
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Okay, that was an admittedly awkward statement, but I’m sure many readers will understand what I’m trying to say.
I’ve recently discovered one of those amazing new authors. His name is Daniel Silva, and I’m absolutely in love.
Besides being a great writer (the guy can write a paragraph the way some gourmet chefs prepare a meal), Silva also tells a great story. That’s one of those combos---great writing and great storytelling---that’s actually pretty hard to come by in literature.
Another thing about Silva is that I share similar political views with him. At least, for now, in my life.
In “Mark of the Assassin”, Silva’s hero is a Clancy-esque CIA spook. Michael Osborne hates when his wife refers to him as a “spy”. That evokes too many connotations and ridiculous images from movies and TV shows. He refers to himself as a “case officer”. He spends most of his time at a desk, behind a computer screen, analyzing data and files.
Osborne has been working a file for years, ever since his first girlfriend was murdered in Europe by an assassin with a signature kill: he shoots his victims three times in the face.
Recently, the body of a Palestinian terrorist was found with three bullet wounds to the face. Unfortunately, the terrorist was holding a rocket launcher that had just brought down a U.S. passenger jet.
Unbeknownst to Osborne, the President of the United States, James Beckwith, in an attempt to win re-election, gets into bed with a weapons manufacturer and a creepy Fundamentalist Christian, Mitchell Elliott, to coordinate the terrorist attack in order to build up public support for military action and to help Elliott’s company’s bottom line.
Elliott, it turns out, is part of a global criminal conspiracy simply called The Society. It is comprised of super-wealthy billionaires, many of whom are CEOs of well-known corporations, whose sole purpose is to incite international incidents or wars so that their companies will make a profit.
The Society utilizes the very same assassin that Osborne has secretly been hunting for years, a mysterious man named Delaroche. Now that Osborne is getting close to the truth of Beckwith’s secret, Delaroche is hired to kill Osborne.
“The Mark of the Assassin”, despite being published in 1998 (strangely enough, the same date “Rainbow Six” was published), resonates with current events so frighteningly and believably, one would almost think it was written a few months ago. Parallels to the weird world we live in aside, the novel is just a great espionage suspense thriller, one that will bring to mind the best of authors like Robert Ludlum, John le Carre, and, yes, even Clancy.