When George W. Bush took office in 2001, there was a lot of discussion about the Project for a New American Century. PNAC was a think tank founded a couple of years before (and dissolved in 2006) that agitated for regime change in Iraq, but more generally discussed and promoted ways for the US to maintain its hegemony in the years following what had been dubbed The American Century. Of the 25 signatories to the original PNAC manifesto, 10 (including Paul Wolfowitz and Dick Cheney) went on to high-profile positions in the second Bush administration in part to forward plans to foment war in Iraq and to regain influence lost after the 1991 invasion.

In September, 2000, PNAC released a white paper entitled Rebuilding America’s Defenses: Strategy, Forces and Resources for a New Century. Its key passage was one that suggested quickly regaining the influence America needed in the Middle East would require some catastrophic event on the scale of Pearl Harbor. Some have pointed to this as circumstantial evidence that 9/11 was indeed an inside job. While it might have been (and it’s often one impossible thing I believe before breakfast), as a catalyst for the Second Gulf War, it certainly did the trick.

But we didn’t manage to win that war (and in fact didn’t exactly win the war before it either) and the Second Gulf War has become the Perpetual War – Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia. Mission Accomplished notwithstanding, and despite the fact that large numbers of Papa Bush’s closest advisors were also advising Junior, it was also impossible for the Obama administration to negotiate a withdrawal from the Middle East (or even from Guantanamo Bay) given the various obstructionist forces in both houses of congress for much of his presidency. (Note: I’m not entirely certain Obama wanted to get us out of Iraq very badly, but the man had a lot on his plate if he did.)

Enter Commander ‘Bone-Spurs’ Trump who has no impulse control, is cornered by his own illegal maneuvers, and has Vladimir Putin as a key advisor. Of course what he does won’t be in anybody’s interest but his own (much, as the NYT would remind us, like Clinton’s air strike behavior when impeached in 1998). And now we’re headed for war in Iran, something PNAC and its ideological predecessors and successors have wanted for 40 years.

When we left Bex and Ketty, the protagonists of Rachel Churcher’s Battle Ground series, they were both relatively safe, but Bex’s mother was in Ketty’s clutches down in London.

Bex and her friends, having made it to Scotland to join the Opposition In Exile (OIE), want nothing more than to find a way to attack England’s military government and rescue those who are imprisoned.

At the same time, Ketty is trying to maintain and advance her own career without sacrificing what little integrity she has and without angering the few people who have the power to boot her from the army back to her father.

Separated by several hundred kilometers, Bex and Ketty continue to show a strange doppelgänger nature to their characters. Ketty seems to be the master of her own fate, but knows how tenuous her position is. She remains at the mercy of several military leaders who all have their own agendas. The tension in the story comes from her growing realization that everyone around her seems to know more about her situation than she does.

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Bex, at the same time, isn’t at the mercy of the OIE or the Scottish government, but is under the strict control of both.Her friend Jake, who tries to break this control, finds himself with no freedom at all for much of the story.

In this continuation of Battle Ground, we recognize that Bex is strong and knowledgeable and creative, but still very much a teenager. At the beginning she is unwilling to recognize or bow to the various binds the so-called grownups are in. As the book progresses, she finds her way into the various organizations that have control over her and begins to wield some greater influence. I found this a welcome evolution of her character.

Ketty spends a lot of time still wondering if she’s working for the bad guys, trapped in her situation, but also maintaining her ‘iron fists and steel toecaps’ attitude to the people in her own control.

Churcher does a nice job of setting the reader out at sea with her characters. They tread water, they identify the lifeboats and occasionally realize that the people in the lifeboats are feeding chum to the sharks.

Though it starts a little slowly, the climax of the Fighting Back is (like Darkest Hour), wonderfully cinematic. And as much as I’d like to delve into a proper critique, you just have to read it. Any hints I give would give too much away.

Go over to Taller Books to get all four volumes.

Note: I received a free advance copy of the book for this review.

 

Reuters posted a very strange article this morning entitled Marking the end of a 30-year peace dividend which opens with the notation that next week we’ll be marking the 30th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.

This piqued my interest because I have very clear memories of the time before that wall came down and after. I came of age during the coordinated arms build-up of the Reagan years (which coincided with the only recently trashed anti-ballistic missile treaties that were signed at the time), the closing period of the various red scares and the successors to Duck-and-Cover. I was 22 when the Hungarians decided not to repair a fence on their border with Austria and a lot of central and east Europeans suddenly (or not so suddenly – these changes had been building up for at least a year) crossed over into western Europe and the West simply let them.

But I also remember that possibilities for negotiating peace around the world were effectively thwarted as often as possible. As the band Megadeth titled their 1986 LP, Peace Sells, But Who’s Buying? From a United States perspective, we started the 90s with the invasion of Panama, and 1991 with the invasion of Iraq. The defense budget did not drop and events like those and the implosion of Yugoslavia gave congress good reason to keep the money flowing to the arms manufacturers. Trade deals with China meant that we haven’t looked too deeply into their internal violence as long as the cheap electronics keep getting shipped over. (Yes, I’m writing this sat at my second iPad while reading the article in question on a Samsung phone. I’m aware of my hypocrisy.)

So what the hell is Reuters on about? The second paragraph talks about unfettered cross-border investment that ‘pulled hundreds of millions of people out of poverty’. This assertion is unsupported, and given that the world population has increased by about 45% from 5.2 billion to 7.6 billion in the intervening period, it wouldn’t take long to find out how many of those additional 2.4 billion live in poverty. (Reference: Wikipedia’s Global Population Estimates page.)

So we’re not actually talking about a peace dividend, but a period of increased prosperity, by certain measures. Do I need to count the ways in which these two things are different?

The article goes on to discuss how current waves of populism are wiping out the market gains made in the last 30 years, with reference to several market statistics, followed by South Africa’s credit rating, what’s going on with the Bank of England because of Brexit, and cancelled trade summits between China and the US.

None of these things addresses the possibilities of peace that were on the horizon as we entered the last decade of the 20th century and listened to the band Jesus Jones sing about watching ‘the world wake up from history‘. A peace dividend might have included many things including figuring out how to feed and house all of our hungry. If we’d had thirty years of that peace dividend, we wouldn’t be talking about children today going hungry because their parents can’t afford to pay for their school lunches. The term ‘school lunch debt’ wouldn’t be part of our vocabulary.

A peace dividend might have included something to rein in our internal arms merchants so that children wouldn’t be ducking and covering from their neighbors 68 years after their grandparents and great-grandparents gave us Bert the Turtle.

A peace dividend might have helped us work out the issues that dog countries at war around the globe. Of course, there’s another side to that equation. The wars that the powers that saw out the Cold War support (and that increasingly lead to waves of refugee migration – fodder for another blog entry and a history dissertation) are good for maintaining the poverty that give us cheap tropical fruit far north of the tropics. Oh yeah, that cheap tropical labor gave us the wars in Central America. The ones that are still driving refugees up to our new (very effective) border wall.

Three years ago, Next Big Future announced that the peace dividend was over a little more honestly, but discussing increased military budgets in Europe. The one thing, however, that a peace dividend is not is unfettered market growth.

Now into the third novel of the Battle Ground series, Churcher takes a different tack on the key players of the first two books.

The story of Bex Ellman, the middle-class heroine of the first book who also leads a band of conscripts into the rebellion and into hiding, alternates with that of Ketty Smith, the lead recruit who brutalizes the conscripts with ‘iron fists and steel toe caps’.  This raises the reader’s anxiety quotient even though the two are only in the same room once in the book (not a spoiler – that’s on the opening page).

They represent two different kinds of self-discipline – Bex’s is borne of a sincere desire to help others. Ketty derisively calls her Mummy Ellman, her own mother having abandoned her to an abusive and alcoholic father. And that’s the source of Ketty’s own discipline – keeping out of her father’s way until the day she could enlist in the military and be away from him for good. The fact that Ketty finds herself dependent on Colonel Bracken, another alcoholic, to whom she’s essentially an ADC adds some extra drama to the story.

As Ketty makes it to London to learn prisoner interrogation and to try to track down Bex and those who escaped with her, Bex and her friends try to keep hidden and make their way to the Opposition in Exile in Scotland. Both are trapped in similar ways. Ketty is bound to Colonel Bracken, must keep him out of trouble, and advance her own career at the same time. It’s a weird juxtaposition and with each chapter, we find ourselves deeper in their respective plights.

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At the same time, Bex finds herself, oddly, at the mercy of those trying to help her. The Opposition In Exile (OIE) are keen to use her as the Face of the Resistance – a different kind of Front Line Doll. They also want to use her as the symbol of the war they’re conducting.

While I really don’t want to like Ketty, and I find her lack of pity problematic (something her colleague Conrad also notes, even though they’re ostensibly on the same side) to say the least, played against Bex’s increasing self-pity, she starts to take on a certain honor. I really like how the two women become doppelgängers for one another. Bex lacks Ketty’s self mastery whereas Ketty lacks most aspects of human compassion – or submerges them so effectively she may not actually have any at all

No, it’s not that she lacks compassion – she channels her compassion for Jackson (the comatose colleague from Camp Bishop who was shot in the chest by Bex’s friend Dan at the crux of the previous books) into revenge – and this is why in the grand scheme she’s unsuccessful. She needs to be able to see through Bex’s eyes but she can’t because it was Bex’s crew that incapacitated her only friend. Every bit of love she can muster is for Jackson, and her tragedy is that she can’t get out of that trap.

If you enjoyed the first two, you’re in for a different kind of treat with this one. It has more of the feel of a cinematic thriller with the hero and antihero fighting their own battles as they close in on each other.

Go over to Taller Books to get all three.

Note: I received a free advance copy of the book for this review.

 

The wreath of shining laurel lie
upon your shaggy head
bestowing power to play the lyre
to legions of the dead (From Hunter’s Elegy for Jerry Garcia)

The Grateful Dead had two main lyricists – John Perry Barlow (who passed away last year) mostly composed with Bob Weir. Robert Hunter who passed away yesterday at the age of 78 mostly composed with Jerry Garcia (1942-1995). The Days Between is one of the last few songs Hunter and Garcia wrote and was only performed (though quite regularly) in the last two years of Garcia’s life. It’s one of those dancing about architecture songs – I could talk about it or you could just listen…

Robert Hunter wrote straight up poetry as well as lyrics for the Dead (and others) and the words are worth an investment on their own…

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
the world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
on black infested trees
the singing man is at his song
the holy on their knees
the reckless are out wrecking
the timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
than anyone can see anyone can see
There were days
and there were days
and there were days besides
when phantom ships with phantom sails
set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
on bright unfocused eyes
the blue of yet another day
a springtime wet with sighs
a hopeful candle lingers
in the land of lullabies
where headless horsemen vanish
with wild and lonely cries lonely cries

There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
when all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
stood upon a mountain top
walked barefoot in the snow
gave the best we had to give
how much we’ll never know we’ll never know

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
polished like a golden bowl
the finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean
valentines of flesh and blood
as soft as velveteen
hoping love would not forsake
the days that lie between lie between