This very engaging, poignant and sometimes tragic account is written from a perspective rarely revealed. As the inside cover states, this is "the story of what happened after most Americans stopped paying attention to Iraq." Much more than the standard military journalism, this comprehensive volume encompasses a rich variety of elements and source. Perhaps its most valuable contribution is that it is largely written from the perspective of those on the ground, who experienced and witnessed the aftermath of the war, after the last stand of the jihadists in the city of Mosul. The title of the book, in fact, was a quote by a general, Masoud Barzani, the president of the Kurdish Regional Government and son of a revolutionary who fought to establish the Iraqi Kurdish Republic, who stated to the author: "Daesh has no escape... They will have to die now,"referring to their last stand in the city, and, ultimately, their defeat.
My one issue with the book was that the organization was a bit haphazard. It's equal part journalism and history, recounting not only the current situation, but also the very rich and storied history of the region now termed "Iraq," which is certainly a modern invention. As Verini noted, "the more you learn about the history of Iraq, the more plausible the conspiracies become." In short, Gertrude Bell noted "you're flying in the face of four millennia of history if you try to draw a line around Iraq and call it a political entity." A creation of the British after WWI, who recognized that the way forward was petroleum, a pipeline was built which Time magazine acknowledged was "the carotid artery of the British Empire" made it a vital region, for its oil wealth.
Bell likewise wrote, insightfully, that "hatred and the lust of slaughter weigh like inherited evils, transmitted (who can say?) through all the varying generations of conquerors since the savage might of the Assyrian empire set its stamp on the land... The organization of discord is carried to a high pitch of perfection in Mosul. The town is full of bravos who live by outrage, and live well. whenever the unruly magnates wish to create a disturbance, they pass a gratuity to these ruffians."
The perspective of the people who lived there: one told him, "I once saw an American analyst quoted in a post on the Internet. He said the Americans could liberate Mosul in twenty-four hours if they really wanted to... Do you really think America, with all its technology and strategy, with all its strength, that it couldn't defeat the Islamic State in a day if it wished?" ... I told him that I thought the Islamic State was a very clever insurgency and that any military would struggle against it. "Not the American Military! How was it the Islamic State was even able to enter Iraq? How was it they were able to expand as they did? An American satellite can reveal what's inside our stomach. They couldn't see this?"
The Islamic State would be open to all, not just the elect... Only the barest knowledge of the Koran was required, and no knowledge of Arabic, nor of history. On the contrary, the less knowledge of history the better. History until the Caliphate was a lie. You were encouraged to celebrate not just your piety but your individuality, to go online and tell your personal story of awakening and redemption. More than the propaganda coming out of the al-Hayat Media Center, more than the snuff films, it was these stories that brought to the Islamic State new citizens.
The luster didn't last long. As the author noted, fanaticism intensified until it had reached a fever pitch, in very short order: "In other words, if you don't kill your neighbor on the strength of the barest suspicion of impiety, you ought to be killed yourself. To be a true Muslim, you must kill, kill not just infidels, not just apostates, but kill other Muslims, kill any Muslim whom you feel is a lesser Muslim than yourself. This is Paris 1794. This is the Moscow of 1937. Berlin 1945. Seeing this poster, you realize that, much more than homicidal, the Islamic State was suicidal.
Uncanny acumen and a thorough grasp of the reality of the situation and the mentality of those perpetrating it: "We can't know what each member really believes, but if its most plangent rhetoricians are to be taken at their word, they live in constant expectation of the end of the world. they understand their mission to be to build the Islamic State precisely that it might be destroyed, *along with everything else.* And, sadly, we must take them at their word, at least on this point, because it is only with it that their insistence on killing and torture and destruction, that the death cult at the core of the Islamic State, can be fully understood. Baghdadi is said to be steeped in the apocalyptic literature of Islam... According to some of those texts it is also accompanied by God's destruction of cities, specifically of beautiful architecture, more specifically of beautiful places of worship, and most importantly mosques..."
Yet a bloodlust as insatiable as his reaches further back still, you sense. you sense that for Baghdadi, as for the Assyrian kings, war didn't seem to sow chaos, as it does for the rest of us, but instead seemed to impose order. You sense he saw violence as ritual, a means by which he communicated with the divine, connected reality to myth, past to present, man to God. he tortured with such aplomb, with such attention, such invention, such *care*, you can't help sense that, like Ashurbanipal, Baghdadi looked on torture as a favor, considering dismemberment and stoning and flaying and beheading - especially beheading - acts not of hate, or not just of hate, but of grace. I behead Moslawis to make them as pious as myself. I behead you because I love you.
In the 1960s, Jerry Rubin said that to be a revolutionary, you needed a color television. The Islamic State updated this: to be a jihadi, you needed a smartphone. You impose future upon past, collapse time, by gorging on an eternal digital present... The jihadi would roll the clock back by kicking it forward.
Life in the Islamic State was boring. The predictable and irreducible fact of a terroristic theocracy, the fact that the jihadis never mentioned in their promotional materials, was boredom, mind-emptying, rage-inducing, afterlife-inviting boredom. Between the bouts of violence, and prayer and painting things black, there was absolutely nothing to do.
** Their goals of reversing a century of colonialism and rule by foreign powers and their puppets may be laudable, in a sense, and resonated with many people in the areas they ultimately consumed, but the worst elements became so fanatic that their ends became antithetical to the notion of civilization itself: everything that makes a group or culture what they are is forbidden in this nihilistic ideology: art, music, science, history, literature, poetry, dance, and the freedom to explore it, was discouraged, or even outright banned. Fighting for the sake of fighting can never endure: as many have noted, probably since the earliest beginnings of human civilization, a soldier should fight not because of what's in front of them, but because of what's behind them: their culture, their homes, their families, and the expressions of those things that ultimately give life meaning. The fight is lost when one forgets what it is they're actually fighting for.