Update: 63% through the book + attended a talk with the author
Recently, I had the opportunity to attend a talk with Dr. Mayhew, which provided valuable context around her experiences and her responses to them. Her energy and openness in conversation were striking—qualities that, unfortunately, seem to have been diminished during the editing process. This realization has led me to increase my rating by one star, recognizing that some of the book’s limitations may stem from editorial choices rather than the author's perspective itself.
As I continue reading, I see more layers emerging—particularly regarding Dr. Mayhew’s growing self-awareness and evolving perception of her environment. My intuition tells me I’ll be updating my rating again before I finish. However, I stand by my belief that a direct conversation with Dr. Mayhew offers a much deeper, more nuanced understanding of her experiences than can be fairly captured in a short book.
Regardless of my final rating, I want to acknowledge my respect for her decision to work with MSF in Afghanistan during uncertain, challenging, and sometimes dangerous times. That choice, in and of itself, demonstrates courage.
Original review:
I'm still reading the book. However, at 13% completion I have felt visceral discomfort at the creative descriptions of Afghan culture in dehumanizing and condescending terms—comparing Afghan tea to “gnat’s pee”, an Afghan dish to human skin, and using equally dismissive language for Afghan people.
Yet, curiously, the same imagination is not used to describe Vegemite, an Australian spread that is—objectively—one of the most viscerally unpleasant foods known to humankind. I feel this is a missed opportunity. Allow me to help.
Visual Descriptions:
- A black tar spill scraped off the bottom of a burnt frying pan.
- The oily residue left behind after an engine leak.
- The congealed filth at the bottom of an ancient soy sauce bottle.
- The sludge found in a clogged gutter after a heavy rain.
- A compost bin’s final tears before it’s emptied.
Taste & Texture Descriptions:
- The essence of despair, bottled and fermented.
- A fermented salt brick melted into a paste.
- As if someone boiled gym socks and reduced the liquid into a spread.
- Like licking the sweat off a marathon runner’s back—but somehow saltier.
Smell Descriptions:
- A cross between stale beer, dead yeast, and broken dreams.
- The ghost of a decomposing loaf of bread, reincarnated in paste form.
Funny how the creativity only seems to flow when targeting Afghan culture and not when describing a glob of fermented salt and regret. A glaring double standard.
Will continue to update progress.