After getting caught up in the GIA in Belgium, Omar Nasiri decides to work with the French intelligence agency as a spy. He trains with the mujahidin in Afghanistan (fulfilling a long-time dream of his, as well as a promise to the DGSE), then moves to London to surveil the rise of radicals like Abu Qatada, Abu Hamza and Omar Bakri Muhammad. It's a fascinating story, reading at times like a novel, but it's clear that Nasiri — unlike ex-Islamist memoirists Ed Husain and Maajid Nawaz — remains committed to the goals of Islamism, including violence, though within limits that the GIA, al-Qaida, and other jihadist groups transgress.
The book comes with a bizarre introduction by a former CIA official. Michael Scheuer offers up Nasiri's memoir as evidence of his theory that jihadists are motivated by neither religion nor hatred of the West but foreign policy grievances alone. Scheuer also claims that recruiting is practically non-existent, in favor of self-recruiting. This narrative doesn't match Nasiri's; his brother's religious turn to Salafism coincided with his involvement in the GIA and recruitment of Nasiri as a weapons runner. Nasiri writes laudatorily of the religious lessons in the training camps and praises Abu Qatada as a "true scholar" of Islam (in contrast to the demagoguery of Abu Hamza). While it's true that Nasiri enjoys life in Europe — along with wine, cigarettes and womanizing — he makes it clear that his fellow fighters eschew everything "taghut," including Nasiri's secret lifestyle, and resent the "cultural imperialism" of the United States.
Throughout the text the author transcribes Qur'an as "Kur'an" — a peculiar stylistic choice that is neither English (Koran) nor Arabic (Qur'an). It's particularly jarring given the ample use of other Arabic words and names that start with "q": qibla, Qatada, Qaeda.