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Every Man in This Village Is a Liar: An Education in War
A shattering account of war and disillusionment from a young woman reporter on the front lines of the war on terror.
A few weeks after the planes crashed into the World Trade Center, journalist Megan K. Stack was thrust into Afghanistan and Pakistan, dodging gunmen, prodding warlords for information, and witnessing the changes sweeping the Muslim world. Every Man in This Village Is a Liar is her riveting story of what she saw in the combat zones and beyond. She relates her initial wild excitement and slow disillusionment as the cost of violence outweighs the promise of democracy; she records the raw pain of suicide bombings in Israel and Iraq; and, one by one, she marks the deaths and disappearances of those she interviews.
A few weeks after the planes crashed into the World Trade Center, journalist Megan K. Stack was thrust into Afghanistan and Pakistan, dodging gunmen, prodding warlords for information, and witnessing the changes sweeping the Muslim world. Every Man in This Village Is a Liar is her riveting story of what she saw in the combat zones and beyond. She relates her initial wild excitement and slow disillusionment as the cost of violence outweighs the promise of democracy; she records the raw pain of suicide bombings in Israel and Iraq; and, one by one, she marks the deaths and disappearances of those she interviews.
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First published June 15, 2010
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Megan K. Stack
7 books44 followersMegan K. Stack has reported on war, terrorism, and political Islam from twenty-two countries since 2001. She was most recently Moscow bureau chief for the Los Angeles Times. She was awarded the 2007 Overseas Press Club’s Hal Boyle Award for best newspaper reporting from abroad and was a finalist for the 2007 Pulitzer Prize in international reporting.
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November 10, 2010
Stack uses language like a paintbrush in this memoir of her time covering the Middle East and South Asia as a reporter for the L.A. Times. In fact, she became a foreign correspondent by accident: being in Europe when the Twin Towers fell, she stumbled into Afghanistan. Throughout the book I have highlighted passages that capture light:
But Stack also captures the sense (or the nonsense) of the Middle East, and in a gut-wrenching final analysis makes the divisions between countrymen in Lebanon sound so much like the deadlock in the current U.S. political situation one wants to wail in sorrow. Instead of transforming the Middle East in our image (George W. Bush's raison d’être), we are becoming more like them.
The final chapter of Stack's mideast tour introduces us to a young man in Baghdad in 2006, and if her description of his wasted life doesn't make you grind your teeth in frustration and fury, you have already passed to the netherworld.
I left Afghanistan--the light that falls like powder on the poppy fields, the mortars stacked like firewood in broken-down sheds at the abandoned terror compounds, the throaty green of the mineral rivers. In the back of the car, I stared into a scrubbed sky as empty plains slipped past.
And then I was at my mother's house in Connecticut, walking known floorboards, the same naked trees in the windows, blocked by familiar walls. The silence of the house screamed in my ears, and my bones and skin hung like shed snakeskin that wouldn't fall away.
But Stack also captures the sense (or the nonsense) of the Middle East, and in a gut-wrenching final analysis makes the divisions between countrymen in Lebanon sound so much like the deadlock in the current U.S. political situation one wants to wail in sorrow. Instead of transforming the Middle East in our image (George W. Bush's raison d’être), we are becoming more like them.
The final chapter of Stack's mideast tour introduces us to a young man in Baghdad in 2006, and if her description of his wasted life doesn't make you grind your teeth in frustration and fury, you have already passed to the netherworld.
January 21, 2015
this book made me want to light myself on fire
November 21, 2016
This is a memoir based on Megan K. Stack's journalistic travels through several war torn, Middle Eastern countries.
The writing is beautiful. War is not. So, it felt to me that the author's use of sweet, flowery writing was at odds with the stink and rot of the violence of war. Perhaps that was part of the message here; The incongruity of death and devastation with the beauty of the Middle Eastern landscape, it's culture and people.
In my opinion, this book often felt disjointed. It left me wondering what was this story really about. Was it the war that continues to rage on? Was it the beauty of these ravished countries? Or was it about the life struggles of the people that the author met along the way? Ms. Stack touched on each of these things in a fairly short book when in reality, she could have written several based on her experiences.
On the down side, this book left me with more questions than answers and I supposed that in the same breath, this was a positive thing. It succeeded in piquing my curiosity and left me with a desire to learn more about Middle Eastern culture and politics.
The writing is beautiful. War is not. So, it felt to me that the author's use of sweet, flowery writing was at odds with the stink and rot of the violence of war. Perhaps that was part of the message here; The incongruity of death and devastation with the beauty of the Middle Eastern landscape, it's culture and people.
In my opinion, this book often felt disjointed. It left me wondering what was this story really about. Was it the war that continues to rage on? Was it the beauty of these ravished countries? Or was it about the life struggles of the people that the author met along the way? Ms. Stack touched on each of these things in a fairly short book when in reality, she could have written several based on her experiences.
On the down side, this book left me with more questions than answers and I supposed that in the same breath, this was a positive thing. It succeeded in piquing my curiosity and left me with a desire to learn more about Middle Eastern culture and politics.
November 24, 2010
Hmmm - I have a lot of non-fiction.
The cover, title and flap sucked me in. She writes for the L A Times - figured she would be a better writer. If you can wade through the flowery language and imagery that she piles on, the experience is pretty interesting. But, she's a war correspondent - put on your big girl panties and write like one.
The cover, title and flap sucked me in. She writes for the L A Times - figured she would be a better writer. If you can wade through the flowery language and imagery that she piles on, the experience is pretty interesting. But, she's a war correspondent - put on your big girl panties and write like one.
April 15, 2011
Afhanistan. Iraq. Iran. Israel. Palestine. Libya. Syria. Yemen.
Megan Stack has given us a conscience-ripping look at the wars in the Middle East, the mostly-civilian casualties, and the utter, irredeemable waste of it all. For the most part the author doesn't attempt to take sides or to make political statements. She just presents the things she saw and heard and smelled, in all their tragedy and horror - the things the media won't show us, and lets America make up its own mind about what the bloody hell we're doing over there.
In speaking of America's ability to glance at the Middle East situation, shrug, and go on, she says this: "It occurs to me now that maybe this is the most American trait of all, the trademark of these wars. To be there and be gone all at once, to tell ourselves it just happened, we did what we did but we had no control over the consequences."
Indeed, to read this book is to become accountable, and to call into question everything you've ever heard or believed about the necessity of preserving "the American way of life" at the cost of human life. Pity you if you are able to read this book and remain unmoved.
Megan Stack has given us a conscience-ripping look at the wars in the Middle East, the mostly-civilian casualties, and the utter, irredeemable waste of it all. For the most part the author doesn't attempt to take sides or to make political statements. She just presents the things she saw and heard and smelled, in all their tragedy and horror - the things the media won't show us, and lets America make up its own mind about what the bloody hell we're doing over there.
In speaking of America's ability to glance at the Middle East situation, shrug, and go on, she says this: "It occurs to me now that maybe this is the most American trait of all, the trademark of these wars. To be there and be gone all at once, to tell ourselves it just happened, we did what we did but we had no control over the consequences."
Indeed, to read this book is to become accountable, and to call into question everything you've ever heard or believed about the necessity of preserving "the American way of life" at the cost of human life. Pity you if you are able to read this book and remain unmoved.
December 20, 2014
Hated this book. Picked it up to read for the Vce English class next year but I thought it was very unlikeable. For starters it is a topic that I just don't know enough about. That is shocking of me and I should be more informed about the politics of that area but I just find it deadly boring. So it's not a book I would normally pick up. Then the way this woman writes is so strange and flowery. A taxi ride becomes an interminable couple of pages of prose. She obviously has tickets on herself - every man and his dog seems to find her attractive and she flits around the Middle East in a bewildering time-frame. I found myself asking where is she now and how long ago was she there? This ties in well with those students who are doing Conflict as a Context and are maybe politically aware of the goings on in that region but for my class of students I think it's a definite No from me
June 5, 2023
Taut and harrowing account of war through the eyes of a female journalist. Some very striking scenes and poetic prose. But often disjointed and meandering.
January 21, 2018
Picking up right after 9/11, this beautifully written memoir by a foreign correspondent for the Los Angeles Times follows Megan Stack's time spent in a succession of Middle Eastern countries. She was on the ground during the wars in Afghanistan, Iraq and Lebanon, reported from places like Yemen, Jordan, Libya and Saudi Arabia, and explored the Israel-Palestine conflict while living in Jerusalem. Interesting, insightful and deeply moving.
March 9, 2025
This book was riddled with entitlement. As refugees were fleeing their war torn country, she's jogging in "clean cotton clothes springing light off the sidewalk".
She says it herself - "I am watching but not really here. I am on the other side of writing".
The story was also very vague and jumped around. The writing was poetic but it jarred with the seriousness of the topic she was covering.
It felt, so very ironically, as if the west was exploiting the trauma of the middle east for their own gain - in this case, to publish their trauma to sell a book.
She says it herself - "I am watching but not really here. I am on the other side of writing".
The story was also very vague and jumped around. The writing was poetic but it jarred with the seriousness of the topic she was covering.
It felt, so very ironically, as if the west was exploiting the trauma of the middle east for their own gain - in this case, to publish their trauma to sell a book.
February 6, 2026
browsing through past national book awards non fiction finalist lists and saw this, thought it might be interesting, so i borrowed it. how did this get nominated?
i have several issues with this book, but here is number 1: how does one go to this many incredibly significant places during incredibly significant times over one of the most tumultuous decades in the regions history and not come out with anything of depth to say. like, i was so so disappointed at the superficiality of this thing to the point where i started having like a crisis about journalism kinda being about theater kids running around trying to FIND "a story" rather than just telling the things that are happening. like this total collapse of american journalism into clickbait, just begging american readers to pay attention to fucking anything, is that about americans being thick or about media being full of attention seekers just like politics? ( i dont wanna talk about oligarchs buying media in this review)
like this reporter went to iraq multiple times, libya, egypt, afghanistan, lebanon, palestine, israel etc during iraq invasion. war, rebuilding, afghanistan war, israeli wars, arab spring/egyptian election, spoke with taliban, al qaeda, muslim brotherhood, hamas, hezbollah, idf as well as just regular people in all of these areas, like this is maybe the most expansive and interconnected series of major events in modern history and she cant seem to figure out how or why they're connected other than violence? she fumbles around with her fake deep philosophizing over war and violence and religion that made me cringe to read. the way she talked about basically everyone involved, and i can't believe im even gonna say this, but honestly offended me. she seems to have a low opinion of almost everyone involved in all of these regions and conflicts. somehow every single person gets dragged in this, and sometime it was like, barely hidden racism. why did all the iraqis have to be dirty? and not like, relatable, people in a war zone suffering kind of dirty, like this journalist is offended at someone being dirty. its such rich white girl from connecticut trying to be a hero, while sneering at the lives of other people without her privileges and who are beneath her bullshit. at one point she is talking about how these kids just dont have compassion, and its just something they are missing, and the other person is talking about how they TEACH kids compassion, and the author believes its something innate that cannot be taught. bruh. at this point i really started to understand who she was as a person, and why her writing and interpretation was so superficial.
okay, the writing: holy shit it was so so so bad. so floral in a way that not only didn't suit the subject matter, but was also super cringe. some of the similes and metaphors were insane. she describes a rainy day as "a cold nosebleed of rain" wtf does that mean. is it rain that is cold but also flowing slowly like a nosebleed? rain cannot do that bro. is it a cold nosebleed? is it simply meant to be cold rain and also meant to remind the reader that this is aviolent area where blood happens? its like these throwaway bullshit fake deep words that if actually read, do not make any fucking sense. or this: she was attending a friday sacrifice of a cow in iraq, and shes describing how the kids were playing with the blood after (and shes def very nose upturned at this horrible disgusting savage culture) and the blood is leaking across the driveway,a nd she keeps stepping back to avoid touching it, then this line: i kept stepping back away from the blood "then i stopped avoiding it, knowing it would eventually stain me too" and scene. i have rarely eye rolled so fucking hard. oh wow, the blood will stain you or the war will, or maybe BOTH. wow, so deep, so subtle, but will the reader understand???
ok, so in the opening, she talks about how america had tamed all of its own lands and thought it could tame the rest of the world after 911 to make itself feel safe. thats her interpretation for the reason for the afghanistan and iraq wars. thats the level of brain power we are workign with. i have rarely come across such juvenile, drank the koolaid shit from a supposed professional. in her closing, she talks about how america went wrong somewhere between invasion of afghanistan and invasion of iraq, insinuating that the invasion of afghanistan was somehow justified following 911, but maybe iraq wasn't? agian, what the actual fuck does she think the purpose of either of those wars was? oh, right, to make america feel safe. uh huh. moronic. like, i know she talked to other people, smarter people, people with more experience, education and intellect than herself because she wrote some of them into this book. why did none of that make a dent? i am assuming its because she thought she was actually the smart one. its one of those cases where someone knows so little they cant even comprehend what might exist that they dont already know.
this whole thing was so disheartening to me, not just the bad writing, but the seeming total lack of understanding about the region, history or context of anything that was happening. i mean at one point she gives us a big dig on islam being a violent religion, and how these muslims be fighting, then she literally uses the story of ishmael/isaac and abraham to contextualize it and describe how these horrible zealots are blindly faithful to invisible sky daddy? sister, no. THEN SHe WEnt TO MASS TO PRAY. stop this immediately.
i have never experienced such a superficial and juvenile understanding of and interpretation of war and world events outside of a manosphere red pill 'might is right' diatribe, but here we are, self involved sad girl war reporting.
okay so why the fuck did i finish this? i kept telling myself that after all of this experience, she's gonna learn something, shes gonna have something to say at the end that is gonna shift my opinion, she's gonna have made a break through. i was wrong, she seemed to get dumber by the end.
is there any value in this? intellectually, academically? id say yes. she did report on things that happened, it is a snapshot of these places at these times. and i would say the greatest value is the experience and interpretation of this person, while flawed and racist and dumb, can still teach us something because you dont actually have to believe or agree with everything you read, and this feels like a great opportunity for baby's first critical reading practice.
i would recommend this to people who are prepared to not take this as faithful truth telling, and understand how much the journalist/reporter/writer inserts themselves, their life experience and interpretation into things.
ps: i didn't enjoy this book.
i have several issues with this book, but here is number 1: how does one go to this many incredibly significant places during incredibly significant times over one of the most tumultuous decades in the regions history and not come out with anything of depth to say. like, i was so so disappointed at the superficiality of this thing to the point where i started having like a crisis about journalism kinda being about theater kids running around trying to FIND "a story" rather than just telling the things that are happening. like this total collapse of american journalism into clickbait, just begging american readers to pay attention to fucking anything, is that about americans being thick or about media being full of attention seekers just like politics? ( i dont wanna talk about oligarchs buying media in this review)
like this reporter went to iraq multiple times, libya, egypt, afghanistan, lebanon, palestine, israel etc during iraq invasion. war, rebuilding, afghanistan war, israeli wars, arab spring/egyptian election, spoke with taliban, al qaeda, muslim brotherhood, hamas, hezbollah, idf as well as just regular people in all of these areas, like this is maybe the most expansive and interconnected series of major events in modern history and she cant seem to figure out how or why they're connected other than violence? she fumbles around with her fake deep philosophizing over war and violence and religion that made me cringe to read. the way she talked about basically everyone involved, and i can't believe im even gonna say this, but honestly offended me. she seems to have a low opinion of almost everyone involved in all of these regions and conflicts. somehow every single person gets dragged in this, and sometime it was like, barely hidden racism. why did all the iraqis have to be dirty? and not like, relatable, people in a war zone suffering kind of dirty, like this journalist is offended at someone being dirty. its such rich white girl from connecticut trying to be a hero, while sneering at the lives of other people without her privileges and who are beneath her bullshit. at one point she is talking about how these kids just dont have compassion, and its just something they are missing, and the other person is talking about how they TEACH kids compassion, and the author believes its something innate that cannot be taught. bruh. at this point i really started to understand who she was as a person, and why her writing and interpretation was so superficial.
okay, the writing: holy shit it was so so so bad. so floral in a way that not only didn't suit the subject matter, but was also super cringe. some of the similes and metaphors were insane. she describes a rainy day as "a cold nosebleed of rain" wtf does that mean. is it rain that is cold but also flowing slowly like a nosebleed? rain cannot do that bro. is it a cold nosebleed? is it simply meant to be cold rain and also meant to remind the reader that this is aviolent area where blood happens? its like these throwaway bullshit fake deep words that if actually read, do not make any fucking sense. or this: she was attending a friday sacrifice of a cow in iraq, and shes describing how the kids were playing with the blood after (and shes def very nose upturned at this horrible disgusting savage culture) and the blood is leaking across the driveway,a nd she keeps stepping back to avoid touching it, then this line: i kept stepping back away from the blood "then i stopped avoiding it, knowing it would eventually stain me too" and scene. i have rarely eye rolled so fucking hard. oh wow, the blood will stain you or the war will, or maybe BOTH. wow, so deep, so subtle, but will the reader understand???
ok, so in the opening, she talks about how america had tamed all of its own lands and thought it could tame the rest of the world after 911 to make itself feel safe. thats her interpretation for the reason for the afghanistan and iraq wars. thats the level of brain power we are workign with. i have rarely come across such juvenile, drank the koolaid shit from a supposed professional. in her closing, she talks about how america went wrong somewhere between invasion of afghanistan and invasion of iraq, insinuating that the invasion of afghanistan was somehow justified following 911, but maybe iraq wasn't? agian, what the actual fuck does she think the purpose of either of those wars was? oh, right, to make america feel safe. uh huh. moronic. like, i know she talked to other people, smarter people, people with more experience, education and intellect than herself because she wrote some of them into this book. why did none of that make a dent? i am assuming its because she thought she was actually the smart one. its one of those cases where someone knows so little they cant even comprehend what might exist that they dont already know.
this whole thing was so disheartening to me, not just the bad writing, but the seeming total lack of understanding about the region, history or context of anything that was happening. i mean at one point she gives us a big dig on islam being a violent religion, and how these muslims be fighting, then she literally uses the story of ishmael/isaac and abraham to contextualize it and describe how these horrible zealots are blindly faithful to invisible sky daddy? sister, no. THEN SHe WEnt TO MASS TO PRAY. stop this immediately.
i have never experienced such a superficial and juvenile understanding of and interpretation of war and world events outside of a manosphere red pill 'might is right' diatribe, but here we are, self involved sad girl war reporting.
okay so why the fuck did i finish this? i kept telling myself that after all of this experience, she's gonna learn something, shes gonna have something to say at the end that is gonna shift my opinion, she's gonna have made a break through. i was wrong, she seemed to get dumber by the end.
is there any value in this? intellectually, academically? id say yes. she did report on things that happened, it is a snapshot of these places at these times. and i would say the greatest value is the experience and interpretation of this person, while flawed and racist and dumb, can still teach us something because you dont actually have to believe or agree with everything you read, and this feels like a great opportunity for baby's first critical reading practice.
i would recommend this to people who are prepared to not take this as faithful truth telling, and understand how much the journalist/reporter/writer inserts themselves, their life experience and interpretation into things.
ps: i didn't enjoy this book.
January 6, 2011
This was one of the best books I've read in years - and I don't usually enjoy non-fiction. It is an incredibly beautiful, moving account of a journalist's time in the Middle East this past decade. It is difficult to describe what the book is about, and I hesitate to write anything at all because I won't do her work justice. Her account is interesting because it is both fact-based journalism and personal observation; I got the feeling that the impulse for the book was stories (or seeds of stories) she wanted to report on while there, but that the LA Times wasn't interested in printing. Her writing is honest and beautiful; both lyric and specific. From the first sentence I immediately found myself transported. I learned more about the differences between and challenges facing the numerous cultures, countries and regimes in the Middle East, than I have from any other fiction or non-fiction source before. Most importantly, she shows the beauty and humanity she discovers as well, and holds up a mirror to the West, pointing out our own political and cultural untruths, half-truths and inconsistencies (lest we get too smug or superior.) And yet, more than anything, I came away from this book with a much deeper, more profound appreciation for my freedoms and the ease of life I take for granted.
July 13, 2010
Megan K. Stack spent years as a war journalist in the Middle East and her writing about her time there is superb. It's a hard book for me because I was for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and yet what you see from her writing is that the people suffering mostly end up being innocent civilians. She also writes about problems in Jordan, Lybia, Lebanon, Israel, etc.. I think this next quote abtly describes the overall feeling in her book:
"I am covering the wars. It all matters. It is worth everything. You turn yourself into something separate, something absent. There and not there. It works, putting thick glass between you and the world. You can be anywhere if you're not really there. You can walk into any room, drive down any road, ask any question, write about anybody's pain. You tell yourself you are unscathed. You stand smooth and count yourself unaffected. And basically, it's true--compared with the people around you, the civilians and soldiers, you are unscathed and unaffected. That works fine until all of a sudden it doesn't work at all. It occurs to me now that maybe this is the most American trait of all, the trademark of these wars. To be there and be gone all at once, to tell ourselves it just happened, we did what we did but we had no control over the consequences."
You can tell that Ms. Stack has been deeply affected by the wars and she portrays the mess she finds in the Middle East in vivid detail.
Interesting book, beautifully written, no solutions presented to the difficulties oversees, just vingettes on what life is like for the ordinary people who get caught up in the violence.
"I am covering the wars. It all matters. It is worth everything. You turn yourself into something separate, something absent. There and not there. It works, putting thick glass between you and the world. You can be anywhere if you're not really there. You can walk into any room, drive down any road, ask any question, write about anybody's pain. You tell yourself you are unscathed. You stand smooth and count yourself unaffected. And basically, it's true--compared with the people around you, the civilians and soldiers, you are unscathed and unaffected. That works fine until all of a sudden it doesn't work at all. It occurs to me now that maybe this is the most American trait of all, the trademark of these wars. To be there and be gone all at once, to tell ourselves it just happened, we did what we did but we had no control over the consequences."
You can tell that Ms. Stack has been deeply affected by the wars and she portrays the mess she finds in the Middle East in vivid detail.
Interesting book, beautifully written, no solutions presented to the difficulties oversees, just vingettes on what life is like for the ordinary people who get caught up in the violence.
September 3, 2018
Many reviews of this book critique the "flowery" language. I wouldn't use the word flowery but, yes, Stack's descriptions often border imprecision. Still, I could forgive all that, because the lack of polish was responsible for an honest, beseeching energy that flowed consistently from beginning to end. Even if images of war felt blurred or locales indistinct, the experience of being surrounded by war and its mess and confusion was ever-present. And Stack frequently does away with the qualifiers, the overwrought verbs and adverbs, and the almost-cliches to deliver a passage, a person, or a description that is stripped down, clear, and unforgettable.
One such passage, below:
"Here is the truth: It matters, what you do at war. It matters more than you ever want to know. Because countries, like people, have collective conscience and memories and souls, and the violence we deliver in the name of our nation is pooled like sickly tar at the bottom of who we are. The soldiers who don't die for us come home again. They bring with them the killers they became on our national behalf, and sit with their polluted memories and broken emotions in our homes and schools and temples. We may wish it were not so, but action amounts to identity. We become what we do. You can tell yourself all the stories you want, but you can't leave your actions over there."
One such passage, below:
"Here is the truth: It matters, what you do at war. It matters more than you ever want to know. Because countries, like people, have collective conscience and memories and souls, and the violence we deliver in the name of our nation is pooled like sickly tar at the bottom of who we are. The soldiers who don't die for us come home again. They bring with them the killers they became on our national behalf, and sit with their polluted memories and broken emotions in our homes and schools and temples. We may wish it were not so, but action amounts to identity. We become what we do. You can tell yourself all the stories you want, but you can't leave your actions over there."
November 2, 2014
This is the first book out of the entire VCE text list I've had to put aside, unfinished. While it explores a hefty pie-slice of history, it is written in such an inaccessible way that I seriously question the validity of it being "literature worthy of study". The prose is boring, flowery, and overly complicated. Furthermore, the author only succeeds in accomplishing a dichotomy of melodrama and apathy -- none of which interests the reader. Utter nonsensical crap. Having said all this, I'll loath the day when I'll have to teach it -- because that's just how the universe works.
September 22, 2021
DNF. The Romanticised, whimsical language on the background of war made this an unbearable read. You need a lot of context on the war to get through this, which the author doesn’t provide. The timing doesn’t make sense, the author will in detail provide an elaborate metaphor about dried blood on a face, but briefly mention conflict. Nothing to like here.
February 11, 2018
My high school, college, and law school education didn't do it. Keeping up to date with "the news" didn't do it. Even working with Iraqi refugees didn't do it. But this book did.
It made me care--and care deeply--about the moral and political ramifications of the United States's (and other nations and groups') violent actions in the Middle East. And it made me determined to learn more about how my taxpayer dollars are being used in this sensitive region.
If the complexity and foreignness of the Middle East's politics has always been a convenient excuse for ignorance (as it was for me), I hope you read this book.
It made me care--and care deeply--about the moral and political ramifications of the United States's (and other nations and groups') violent actions in the Middle East. And it made me determined to learn more about how my taxpayer dollars are being used in this sensitive region.
If the complexity and foreignness of the Middle East's politics has always been a convenient excuse for ignorance (as it was for me), I hope you read this book.
March 23, 2020
Powerful, destructive, beautifully-written book about a young war journalist's exposure to war journalism. This book might break your heart apart. Even when she has it together to get to the heart of the story, her heart itself can be breaking. So sad.
June 29, 2011
After I finished Every Man in This Village Is a Liar on the train today, I walked home up the hill asking myself: what compels me to read these books about war? It's obviously not because I need to be convinced about how horrible it is. The best answer I could come up with was that I simply want to know what it’s really like. To have someone who was an eyewitness tell me: I stared war right in the face, I saw it tear people's lives apart. There is something harrowingly addictive, at least for a short while, about being plunged into a firsthand account of experiences that only filter down to us through the news. Megan Stack’s epigraph, an Arthur Miller quote, says it all: “There is nothing farther away from Washington than the entire world.” More sobering is her assertion, which takes that a step further: “We are losing interest and we fear it means nothing.”
For me, and for the billions who’ve been watching this war for eight years, we may think we are all too aware of it when we see an article or a report about a suicide bombing or insurgent attacks or Taliban kidnappings. But as much as we’d hate to admit it, what we’re really thinking is, “So what?” Not that we don’t care about the lives lost and terror inflicted, but--who is not helplessly jaded and disgusted? I got home from the train and went on to the New York Times. There was the headline:
NATO Raid Ends Kabul Attack; Heavily Armed Fighters Stormed Hotel
I could hardly have been less surprised.
Now of course, the repressed in many of the nations that Stack spent years reporting from (starting at age 25) have started to rise up, reject their despotic regimes, and turn toward democracy, which makes Every Man in This Village Is a Liar a timely and often powerful read on the heels of the Arab Spring. It’s beautifully written (though in some places overwritten, almost forcibly poetic) and offers a rare, sweeping firsthand view of a part of the world that seems like it might never know peace and normalcy.
Anyone who reads this should be grateful for Stack’s truly vivid observations about the human toll of the atrocities of war, unbearable truths about the physical, political, and psychological reach of it that remind us we can’t just make the old Middle East disappear through the “hollow...unifying myth” called a “war on terror.” She covers the elections quashed by Egypt’s police; Qaddafi’s grip on Libya, which is so tight that no one in the country dares to utter dissent; Saudi Arabia’s astonishingly institutionalized misogyny and its collusion with America over oil; an affable Iraqi youth who meets Stack at a Baghdad hotel, at his peril, to describe the better life he imagines for himself; and maybe most devastatingly, a respected female Al-Jazeera reporter who's murdered after trying to cover a shrine bombing in Iraq. Each location finds Stack more and more disillusioned, until near the end, while Israel’s bombs rain down on her in Lebanon, she is reminded most horrifically of one of the first things she knew about war, an idea perhaps “as true for nations as individuals: You can survive and not survive, both at the same time.”
For me, and for the billions who’ve been watching this war for eight years, we may think we are all too aware of it when we see an article or a report about a suicide bombing or insurgent attacks or Taliban kidnappings. But as much as we’d hate to admit it, what we’re really thinking is, “So what?” Not that we don’t care about the lives lost and terror inflicted, but--who is not helplessly jaded and disgusted? I got home from the train and went on to the New York Times. There was the headline:
NATO Raid Ends Kabul Attack; Heavily Armed Fighters Stormed Hotel
I could hardly have been less surprised.
Now of course, the repressed in many of the nations that Stack spent years reporting from (starting at age 25) have started to rise up, reject their despotic regimes, and turn toward democracy, which makes Every Man in This Village Is a Liar a timely and often powerful read on the heels of the Arab Spring. It’s beautifully written (though in some places overwritten, almost forcibly poetic) and offers a rare, sweeping firsthand view of a part of the world that seems like it might never know peace and normalcy.
Anyone who reads this should be grateful for Stack’s truly vivid observations about the human toll of the atrocities of war, unbearable truths about the physical, political, and psychological reach of it that remind us we can’t just make the old Middle East disappear through the “hollow...unifying myth” called a “war on terror.” She covers the elections quashed by Egypt’s police; Qaddafi’s grip on Libya, which is so tight that no one in the country dares to utter dissent; Saudi Arabia’s astonishingly institutionalized misogyny and its collusion with America over oil; an affable Iraqi youth who meets Stack at a Baghdad hotel, at his peril, to describe the better life he imagines for himself; and maybe most devastatingly, a respected female Al-Jazeera reporter who's murdered after trying to cover a shrine bombing in Iraq. Each location finds Stack more and more disillusioned, until near the end, while Israel’s bombs rain down on her in Lebanon, she is reminded most horrifically of one of the first things she knew about war, an idea perhaps “as true for nations as individuals: You can survive and not survive, both at the same time.”
February 4, 2020
Today, much of the money you paid in taxes will go to support the War on Terrorism. As a cipher, this is fine; however, this book helps you wonder what, in fact, you are trying to accomplish with your regular contributions to this effort.
Megan Stack was a reporter for the LA Times when she took her first war assignment in Afghanistan in 2011, and she finds death, destruction, gallows humor, and inconsistencies...lots of inconsistencies, beginning with the question of who, exactly, is the enemy. Men have grievances against each other. Families have grievances. Tribes have grievances. Sects have grievances. Religious groups have grievances. Ethnic groups have grievances. Everyone has grievances against each other, against those who invade their land, their space, their remembered way of life.
Who's the enemy?
Through essays on Afghanistan ("Changing Ghosts"), Iraq, Libya, Yemen, Saudi Arabia, and Lebanon, Stack tells of the people she meets. She tells their stories, writes observations, tries to sum things up in conclusions that make sense.
In Yemen, though, she begins to lose this comfortable structure: she still tells stories and writes observations, but the summation -- the conclusion -- eludes her. Bombs fall. Families are destroyed. People babble. She begins to lose all sense of purpose, of what -- exactly -- the point of all this might be.
Toward the end, she recounts an anecdote about one evening, after a long day of meeting, observing, interviewing, writing and went for a run:
"One night there was a middle-aged man. He looked worried and decent. His hair was thinning and he had the quiet posture of an engineer, or maybe a schoolteacher. His daughter's frilly dress was streaked and rumpled, and he was walking her down a quiet street, holding her hand, as darkness thickened under the twined fingers of the trees. I say them coming from a long way off, and knew from their slow, heavy steps that they had nowhere to go. I had been to the shelters, where old men slept on filthy pads on school playgrounds where the toilets overflowed and babies screamed and the smells of food and sweat and heat could knock you down. Even the worst shelters were full, and refugees slept skin to skin in city parks, under bushes, on sidewalks. I met the father's eyes as I jogged past and felt sure they have been sleeping in such a place, and that he wanted to distract his little girl, to walk with her in the fresh air and tell stories under the trees. Their feet fell like steel onto the concrete. He looked back and me, wooden and humble, and I saw myself through his eyes, my clean cotton clothes and running shoes springing light off the sidewalk. Saw myself there and not there, slogging untouched through the murk of desperation, moving past, and I had to keep running because I was drowning in shame."
America. Israel. Saudi Arabia. Iraq. Iran. Yemen. Libya. Lebanon. Afghanistan. and all those people, all those families, all those resentments, all those guns/bombs/mines.
She is a wonderful writer. This is an important book to read.
Megan Stack was a reporter for the LA Times when she took her first war assignment in Afghanistan in 2011, and she finds death, destruction, gallows humor, and inconsistencies...lots of inconsistencies, beginning with the question of who, exactly, is the enemy. Men have grievances against each other. Families have grievances. Tribes have grievances. Sects have grievances. Religious groups have grievances. Ethnic groups have grievances. Everyone has grievances against each other, against those who invade their land, their space, their remembered way of life.
Who's the enemy?
Through essays on Afghanistan ("Changing Ghosts"), Iraq, Libya, Yemen, Saudi Arabia, and Lebanon, Stack tells of the people she meets. She tells their stories, writes observations, tries to sum things up in conclusions that make sense.
In Yemen, though, she begins to lose this comfortable structure: she still tells stories and writes observations, but the summation -- the conclusion -- eludes her. Bombs fall. Families are destroyed. People babble. She begins to lose all sense of purpose, of what -- exactly -- the point of all this might be.
Toward the end, she recounts an anecdote about one evening, after a long day of meeting, observing, interviewing, writing and went for a run:
"One night there was a middle-aged man. He looked worried and decent. His hair was thinning and he had the quiet posture of an engineer, or maybe a schoolteacher. His daughter's frilly dress was streaked and rumpled, and he was walking her down a quiet street, holding her hand, as darkness thickened under the twined fingers of the trees. I say them coming from a long way off, and knew from their slow, heavy steps that they had nowhere to go. I had been to the shelters, where old men slept on filthy pads on school playgrounds where the toilets overflowed and babies screamed and the smells of food and sweat and heat could knock you down. Even the worst shelters were full, and refugees slept skin to skin in city parks, under bushes, on sidewalks. I met the father's eyes as I jogged past and felt sure they have been sleeping in such a place, and that he wanted to distract his little girl, to walk with her in the fresh air and tell stories under the trees. Their feet fell like steel onto the concrete. He looked back and me, wooden and humble, and I saw myself through his eyes, my clean cotton clothes and running shoes springing light off the sidewalk. Saw myself there and not there, slogging untouched through the murk of desperation, moving past, and I had to keep running because I was drowning in shame."
America. Israel. Saudi Arabia. Iraq. Iran. Yemen. Libya. Lebanon. Afghanistan. and all those people, all those families, all those resentments, all those guns/bombs/mines.
She is a wonderful writer. This is an important book to read.
December 19, 2023
love this book, thank you Megan
August 24, 2024
‘You can survive and not survive, both at the same time.’
A number of books have been written by journalists and others about the events in Iraq and Afghanistan following the events of September 11 2001. This book offers a different perspective. On 11 September, Megan Stack, a national correspondent for the Los Angeles Times, was holidaying in Paris. Shortly after, she was assigned to Afghanistan to cover the US invasion. From there, she travelled to Iraq and Lebanon, to Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Libya and Yemen witnessing a number of the changes then sweeping the Muslim world. This book does not contain the stories she filed from those locations, instead it is a description of her experiences in the region, and her responses to those experiences.
Megan Stack writes of herself: ‘So I was a reporter who didn’t really know how to write about combat, covering America from outside its borders as it crashed zealously into war and occupation.‘
In Megan’s Stack’s assessment, the violence that distorts life in the Middle East is the explosive consequence of authoritarian regimes, sectarian divisions, and short-sighted American foreign policy. However, this is not a book about states and solutions; it is a book about individuals and impressions. It is more about consequences than causes. And it’s important, because through Megan Stack we meet some of the people who are also caught up in the so-called ‘War on Terror’ because of where they are. The ‘War on Terror’ may be ‘ essentially nothing but a unifying myth for a complicated scramble of mixed impulses and social theories and night terrors and cruelty and business interests, all overhung with the unassailable memory of falling skyscrapers.’ But it has a significant impact on the lives (and deaths) of many people in the cities of Amman, Baghdad, Cairo, Jerusalem and Tripoli as well as in Afghanistan.
‘In a nest of man-made things, the flesh is the first to go.’
As Megan Stack moves from Afghanistan in 2001, to Baghdad in 2003 and then to Beirut in 2005 she writes of both the human costs of these invasions and the cost of alliances with Mubarak, Qaddafi and with Saudi Arabia. I wonder what she would think of the developments in 2011?
‘War is a total change, unleashing all things light and all things dark; we are pushed forward and our lives are invented by the history we live through.’
Jennifer Cameron-Smith
A number of books have been written by journalists and others about the events in Iraq and Afghanistan following the events of September 11 2001. This book offers a different perspective. On 11 September, Megan Stack, a national correspondent for the Los Angeles Times, was holidaying in Paris. Shortly after, she was assigned to Afghanistan to cover the US invasion. From there, she travelled to Iraq and Lebanon, to Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Libya and Yemen witnessing a number of the changes then sweeping the Muslim world. This book does not contain the stories she filed from those locations, instead it is a description of her experiences in the region, and her responses to those experiences.
Megan Stack writes of herself: ‘So I was a reporter who didn’t really know how to write about combat, covering America from outside its borders as it crashed zealously into war and occupation.‘
In Megan’s Stack’s assessment, the violence that distorts life in the Middle East is the explosive consequence of authoritarian regimes, sectarian divisions, and short-sighted American foreign policy. However, this is not a book about states and solutions; it is a book about individuals and impressions. It is more about consequences than causes. And it’s important, because through Megan Stack we meet some of the people who are also caught up in the so-called ‘War on Terror’ because of where they are. The ‘War on Terror’ may be ‘ essentially nothing but a unifying myth for a complicated scramble of mixed impulses and social theories and night terrors and cruelty and business interests, all overhung with the unassailable memory of falling skyscrapers.’ But it has a significant impact on the lives (and deaths) of many people in the cities of Amman, Baghdad, Cairo, Jerusalem and Tripoli as well as in Afghanistan.
‘In a nest of man-made things, the flesh is the first to go.’
As Megan Stack moves from Afghanistan in 2001, to Baghdad in 2003 and then to Beirut in 2005 she writes of both the human costs of these invasions and the cost of alliances with Mubarak, Qaddafi and with Saudi Arabia. I wonder what she would think of the developments in 2011?
‘War is a total change, unleashing all things light and all things dark; we are pushed forward and our lives are invented by the history we live through.’
Jennifer Cameron-Smith
September 6, 2022
The author of this book is a well traveled correspondent, who covered the War on Terror post 9/11. She reported war activities, and spoke to several people in the Middle East, on both sides of the conflict. I do not think she provided an unbiased view of this military action or the conditions in which people were living. She was very biased and was very clear on her position on United States policies and decisions regarding the invasion and wars in the Middle East. I cannot say that she was necessarily wrong about her views, plus everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Her writing style was certainly readable, and this was not the worst book that I have read on this subject.
I think that we often look at this war in terms of what it cost us. How many of us have family members and friends who have been on at least one deployment since 2001? How many of us have lost someone in combat or because of suicide or other injuries when they came home? We are born and raised in a very nationalist country, under the guise of patriotism. There is a difference in loving your country and supporting the people who protect it, and worshipping nationalism as a cult. A lot of people here do the latter. Once you realize that, you get sort of disillusioned. I think we fail to realize that there are real people over there who do not speak this language being screamed at and ordered around in words they do not understand. They are being promised things they do not get. They are watching people they love be killed while bombs are exploding all around them. It has to be very traumatic. I can see both sides of this particular argument, at least from the civilian point of view. This book was a good reminder that people are lied to by friends, neighbors, husbands, and their governments. It was a good reminder to view people as people, despite what the actions of a few do to sway us towards a stereotype.
I think that we often look at this war in terms of what it cost us. How many of us have family members and friends who have been on at least one deployment since 2001? How many of us have lost someone in combat or because of suicide or other injuries when they came home? We are born and raised in a very nationalist country, under the guise of patriotism. There is a difference in loving your country and supporting the people who protect it, and worshipping nationalism as a cult. A lot of people here do the latter. Once you realize that, you get sort of disillusioned. I think we fail to realize that there are real people over there who do not speak this language being screamed at and ordered around in words they do not understand. They are being promised things they do not get. They are watching people they love be killed while bombs are exploding all around them. It has to be very traumatic. I can see both sides of this particular argument, at least from the civilian point of view. This book was a good reminder that people are lied to by friends, neighbors, husbands, and their governments. It was a good reminder to view people as people, despite what the actions of a few do to sway us towards a stereotype.
September 30, 2012
Megan Stack's memoir of being a reporter in just about every trouble-stricken country of the Middle East is a shocker. I gave it 4 stars because of the way it stretched me, not because "I really liked it" as the pop-up guidance suggests for 4 stars.
Her ability to describe with simile and carefully chosen illustration is so good that you can almost smell the smells and hear the sounds. At times I smiled at how creative her prose was to the point where I may have missed her point.
But her point in the end is that the global war on terror is:
- Not straightforward to sort out
- Having disastrous consequences for many who are the poorest and most helpless
- Apparently leaving broken countries and people and economies and infrastructure with little good to show.
She admits to being tone deaf to the purposes that non-Arabs have in this campaign against terrorism. Though she cannot sort it out, I guess that many others see it more clearly. But to read her descriptions of on-the-ground ambiguity, pain, joy, fear, determination, destruction, collegiality, and suspicion are worth the time regardless of whether you personally can sense purpose in the efforts to end terrorism.
I left the book thinking, "I know why the USA and others have intervened to combat terrorism; I wonder if our methods are having any useful or lasting impact. What might a better way be?"
Highly recommended. I don't give 4 stars often.
Her ability to describe with simile and carefully chosen illustration is so good that you can almost smell the smells and hear the sounds. At times I smiled at how creative her prose was to the point where I may have missed her point.
But her point in the end is that the global war on terror is:
- Not straightforward to sort out
- Having disastrous consequences for many who are the poorest and most helpless
- Apparently leaving broken countries and people and economies and infrastructure with little good to show.
She admits to being tone deaf to the purposes that non-Arabs have in this campaign against terrorism. Though she cannot sort it out, I guess that many others see it more clearly. But to read her descriptions of on-the-ground ambiguity, pain, joy, fear, determination, destruction, collegiality, and suspicion are worth the time regardless of whether you personally can sense purpose in the efforts to end terrorism.
I left the book thinking, "I know why the USA and others have intervened to combat terrorism; I wonder if our methods are having any useful or lasting impact. What might a better way be?"
Highly recommended. I don't give 4 stars often.
December 10, 2015
I didn't love this book the way 'most' reviewers did. There were a few who 'hated' it, but they were a minority. I fit into neither camp here.
I didn't find I enjoyed the authors writing style, although I can't put my finger on what it was about the style I didn't like. The writing at times was overly flowery - metaphors and similes left right and centre.
This is probably not going to be a helpful review, as I can't really explain my apathy with this book.
Generalising terribly, it seems that female reviewers may find more of a connection to the author. Don't get me wrong, I have no gender bias in my author selection - I probably read more female authors than male. All I am saying is perhaps the writing is delivered in a way that appeals more strongly to the female reader? Maybe, maybe not. There are a umber of male reviewers who gave this 4 or 5 stars.
The content is really interesting, and the people the author interacts with are interesting, and some chapters were better than others. I did find that the author seemed to write better about other people than about herself, and I did find the book very USA-centric - I suppose it is not unexpected given the author is American and is catering to her home market here.
I sit middle of the road here, 3 stars. Recommend it - not really, unless the lack of peace in the middle east and the aftermath of 9/11 are your centre of interest.
I didn't find I enjoyed the authors writing style, although I can't put my finger on what it was about the style I didn't like. The writing at times was overly flowery - metaphors and similes left right and centre.
This is probably not going to be a helpful review, as I can't really explain my apathy with this book.
Generalising terribly, it seems that female reviewers may find more of a connection to the author. Don't get me wrong, I have no gender bias in my author selection - I probably read more female authors than male. All I am saying is perhaps the writing is delivered in a way that appeals more strongly to the female reader? Maybe, maybe not. There are a umber of male reviewers who gave this 4 or 5 stars.
The content is really interesting, and the people the author interacts with are interesting, and some chapters were better than others. I did find that the author seemed to write better about other people than about herself, and I did find the book very USA-centric - I suppose it is not unexpected given the author is American and is catering to her home market here.
I sit middle of the road here, 3 stars. Recommend it - not really, unless the lack of peace in the middle east and the aftermath of 9/11 are your centre of interest.
September 16, 2011
'Stars' subtracted off for silly writing style. The last 1/4 of the book is very good, though, and redeems itself. Much has already been said about the contents so I will not repeat. My problem (only 3 stars) is the irregular quality of the writing. When Megan Stack writes as a reporter I appreciated the story. Factual from her viewpoint, straight forward, gripping. But then, too often she writes as if she is a novelist (albeit not a very good one, in my opinion.) Too many (silly) similes and ridiculous metaphors. These writing techniques were overused and often left me scratching my head as to their significance or purpose. In one passage where she told us that (in Egypt) big tanks, during a civil disturbance, were appearing in the streets during foggy weather, she writes "tanks loomed through the fog like dinosaurs....." Huh!
Dinosaurs???? Don't we all know what tanks look like? What Foggy weather looks like? 'Nuf said. Now we have to imagine dinosaurs........something no living being has actually ever seen?
The language is just too funny and incomprehensible.
The story is good, though. Worth reading just for the POV that the middle eastern people have towards America. Read this to get into their minds.....to see how THEY perceive us and why. Quite an eye opener.
You will not think of this "war on terror" the same way you did.
Dinosaurs???? Don't we all know what tanks look like? What Foggy weather looks like? 'Nuf said. Now we have to imagine dinosaurs........something no living being has actually ever seen?
The language is just too funny and incomprehensible.
The story is good, though. Worth reading just for the POV that the middle eastern people have towards America. Read this to get into their minds.....to see how THEY perceive us and why. Quite an eye opener.
You will not think of this "war on terror" the same way you did.
July 22, 2012
"You can survive and not survive, both at the same time."
War on Terror! Manifest or farce? Megan Stack, a foreign correspondent for the LA Times, attempts to answer that question. Shortly after 9/11, Stack found herself thrust into the Middle East, spending the next six years, in various hot zones: Afghanistan, occupied Iraq, Lebanon, Yemen, Libya, Saudi Arabia and a few others.
Stack’s first hand account of many atrocities is eye-opening and gut-wrenching. She befriends a variety of people in each of these dangerous locales, putting a human face on these tragedies. She is able to witness the myriad of lies and deceptions and experience the ugly hatreds, that fuel and drive these regions. Her prose is both tough and beautiful. She is a daring, unflinching journalist, looking directly into the horrible face of war.
"Only after covering it for years did I understand that the war on terror never really existed. It was not a real thing. Not that the war on terror was flawed, not that it was cynical or self-defeating, or likely to breed more resentment and violence. But that it was hollow, it was essentially nothing but a unifying myth for a complicated scramble of mixed impulses and social theories and night terrors and cruelty and business interests.”
War on Terror! Manifest or farce? Megan Stack, a foreign correspondent for the LA Times, attempts to answer that question. Shortly after 9/11, Stack found herself thrust into the Middle East, spending the next six years, in various hot zones: Afghanistan, occupied Iraq, Lebanon, Yemen, Libya, Saudi Arabia and a few others.
Stack’s first hand account of many atrocities is eye-opening and gut-wrenching. She befriends a variety of people in each of these dangerous locales, putting a human face on these tragedies. She is able to witness the myriad of lies and deceptions and experience the ugly hatreds, that fuel and drive these regions. Her prose is both tough and beautiful. She is a daring, unflinching journalist, looking directly into the horrible face of war.
"Only after covering it for years did I understand that the war on terror never really existed. It was not a real thing. Not that the war on terror was flawed, not that it was cynical or self-defeating, or likely to breed more resentment and violence. But that it was hollow, it was essentially nothing but a unifying myth for a complicated scramble of mixed impulses and social theories and night terrors and cruelty and business interests.”
July 8, 2010
This book was an absolutely stunning memoir. Stacks has an unbelievable way with prose, and offering some of the most vivid "showing" I've read in any work. Her observations in Libya and Yemen were especially interesting, making me question the role of government in people's lives. She offered new insight as to issues of war and the Middle East, which is unusual, since at this point I feel a bit as thought I've read it all. I would highly suggest this book to anyone interested in the Middle East or America's 21st century wars.
However, as a caveat, I would also say that it would help if you had some sort of background or prior reading in this subject. It's not necessary, but it'll help. I found myself a little bit lost in the chapter on Lebanon because my understanding of Hezbollah is less developed than what I've learned about Iraq, Afghanistan, Egypt, etc.
However, as a caveat, I would also say that it would help if you had some sort of background or prior reading in this subject. It's not necessary, but it'll help. I found myself a little bit lost in the chapter on Lebanon because my understanding of Hezbollah is less developed than what I've learned about Iraq, Afghanistan, Egypt, etc.
October 29, 2010
The title of this book is deceptive. You would think it's the report of a soldier's combat experience in Iraq or Afghanistan but it's the reporting of an American woman jounalist of her travels in the Middle East. The title makes you pause and reflect on what is really the truth after reading her many vignettes. She is everywhere it seems: Yemen, Israel, Afghanistan, Egypt, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, etc..; and she is in the greatest danger when in Lebanon. She is in every sense a soldier with a pen as her weapon. Her prose is penetrating, eloquent, and haunting. This book is hard to read in one sitting. It eats at you much like war. You need to pause and perhaps try to forget some of what you just read. Or maybe you need to reread it so you won't forget. Hard to believe she has not been awarded the Pulitzer.
May 24, 2018
While this book is subtitled "An Education in War", a more accurate subtitle might be "An Education in The Islamic World". For, other than some in-the-shit reporting from the 2006 Lebanon War, this is largely a non-military journalist's memoir. The reportage of dealing with translators, handlers, and citizens covers also Jordan, Egypt, Iraq, an ex-pat community in Saudi Arabia, and even Yemen where Stack had an almost Zelig-like ability to be on the group during key moments of conflicts. From this travelogue of interactions with people largely overwhelmed with uncaring governments, tense conflicts with locals on the group segues to the sad tale of murdered journalist Atwar Bahjat. One is left with the feeling that the author could easily have gone down the same path as Bahjat.
January 3, 2011
This book was simultaneously difficult to read and difficult to put down. Stack's portrayal of the people she encountered was very human, even when the characters were highly unsympathetic. My favorite chapter was the one in which she spent time in Libya, for its description of the ongoing tension of being there. I also really appreciated the theme about how it is possible to simultaneously survive and not survive. Ultimately, I subtracted a star because by the end of the book I wasn't sure what its theme or main argument was; nevertheless, the vivid reporting painted a new picture of the Middle East for me.
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