A fierce denunciation of a pointless war “punctuated by little deaths and big deaths and then just death.”
A former Marine officer recounts his disillusionment with the American military-industrial complex.
When he arrived for officer training before being sent to Afghanistan, Rubin was given a long list of bullet points assembled by officers who had been in the field, with recommendations such as buying a new canteen in the place of the nasty government-issued one and carrying tweezers to rid oneself of ticks. “The best bit, though,” he writes, “was the simple warning that it was all going to be very fucked, it was designed that way, and the most you could do was mitigate the worst of it through nonstop anticipation.” That was exactly so, he found. Having been through enlisted basic training and experienced its grinding dehumanization by which young men and women “became clumsy beasts, scared beasts, and self-conscious beasts, unsure of how beastly to be and when,” the former college Republican found himself wondering about the uselessness of a war in which everything was transactional. For ordinary Afghans in the countryside, it was normal to greet GIs one day and Taliban fighters the next, hoping neither would destroy their homes; for Marines, it was enough to stay alive when “everyone was getting fucked by the green weenie in the suck.” Rubin gets a little textbook-ish when, returning stateside to wrestle with depression and PTSD, he mounts a critique of “the carceral state and the warfare state and the capitalist state,” but there’s a sharp point to his anger over lives and treasure wasted in the name of profit for a few as well as regret for having serviced a machine centered on murder. Though lacking the street-smart fury of Ron Kovic’s Born on the Fourth of July or the literary merits of Anthony Swofford’s Jarhead, Rubin’s book is a rueful, heartfelt admonition.
A fierce denunciation of a pointless war “punctuated by little deaths and big deaths and then just death.”Pub Date: Nov. 1, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-64503-709-5
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Bold Type Books
Review Posted Online: Sept. 6, 2022
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2022
Essential reading for any Twain buff and student of American literature.
A decidedly warts-and-all portrait of the man many consider to be America’s greatest writer.
It makes sense that distinguished biographer Chernow (Washington: A Life and Alexander Hamilton) has followed up his life of Ulysses S. Grant with one of Mark Twain: Twain, after all, pulled Grant out of near bankruptcy by publishing the ex-president’s Civil War memoir under extremely favorable royalty terms. The act reflected Twain’s inborn generosity and his near pathological fear of poverty, the prime mover for the constant activity that characterized the author’s life. As Chernow writes, Twain was “a protean figure who played the role of printer, pilot, miner, journalist, novelist, platform artist, toastmaster, publisher, art patron, pundit, polemicist, inventor, crusader, investor, and maverick.” He was also slippery: Twain left his beloved Mississippi River for the Nevada gold fields as a deserter from the Confederate militia, moved farther west to California to avoid being jailed for feuding, took up his pseudonym to stay a step ahead of anyone looking for Samuel Clemens, especially creditors. Twain’s flaws were many in his own day. Problematic in our own time is a casual racism that faded as he grew older (charting that “evolution in matters of racial tolerance” is one of the great strengths of Chernow’s book). Harder to explain away is Twain’s well-known but discomfiting attraction to adolescent and even preadolescent girls, recruiting “angel-fish” to keep him company and angrily declaring when asked, “It isn’t the public’s affair.” While Twain emerges from Chernow’s pages as the masterful—if sometimes wrathful and vengeful—writer that he is now widely recognized to be, he had other complexities, among them a certain gullibility as a businessman that kept that much-feared poverty often close to his door, as well as an overarchingly gloomy view of the human condition that seemed incongruous with his reputation, then and now, as a humanist.
Essential reading for any Twain buff and student of American literature.Pub Date: May 13, 2025
ISBN: 9780525561729
Page Count: 1200
Publisher: Penguin Press
Review Posted Online: Feb. 1, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2025
SEEN & HEARD
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.
“The Mongols swept across the globe as conquerors,” writes the appreciative pop anthropologist-historian Weatherford (The History of Money, 1997, etc.), “but also as civilization’s unrivaled cultural carriers.”
No business-secrets fluffery here, though Weatherford does credit Genghis Khan and company for seeking “not merely to conquer the world but to impose a global order based on free trade, a single international law, and a universal alphabet with which to write all the languages of the world.” Not that the world was necessarily appreciative: the Mongols were renowned for, well, intemperance in war and peace, even if Weatherford does go rather lightly on the atrocities-and-butchery front. Instead, he accentuates the positive changes the Mongols, led by a visionary Genghis Khan, brought to the vast territories they conquered, if ever so briefly: the use of carpets, noodles, tea, playing cards, lemons, carrots, fabrics, and even a few words, including the cheer hurray. (Oh, yes, and flame throwers, too.) Why, then, has history remembered Genghis and his comrades so ungenerously? Whereas Geoffrey Chaucer considered him “so excellent a lord in all things,” Genghis is a byword for all that is savage and terrible; the word “Mongol” figures, thanks to the pseudoscientific racism of the 19th century, as the root of “mongoloid,” a condition attributed to genetic throwbacks to seed sown by Mongol invaders during their decades of ravaging Europe. (Bad science, that, but Dr. Down’s son himself argued that imbeciles “derived from an earlier form of the Mongol stock and should be considered more ‘pre-human, rather than human.’ ”) Weatherford’s lively analysis restores the Mongols’ reputation, and it takes some wonderful learned detours—into, for instance, the history of the so-called Secret History of the Mongols, which the Nazis raced to translate in the hope that it would help them conquer Russia, as only the Mongols had succeeded in doing.
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.Pub Date: March 2, 2004
ISBN: 0-609-61062-7
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2003
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