Iraq

It’s too early to decide with hindsight just how just this war on Iraq will have been, but events are certainly tilting in favour I’m in London for the long weekend for my sister’s wedding, so you will be getting English spellings for the duration of my stay.of the war party. The welcome given to US troops in Baghdad was undeniably moving, though not as pervasive as Fox News will have us believe.

Even CNN glossed over some points that were more accurately reported by non-US media. Unbridled gratitude towards the US was by no means the only emotion. Writing in Sweden’s Dagens Nyheter, their correspondent noted that spontaneous discussions broke out among strangers on the streets, who, free for the first time to speak openly in over 20 years, berated the moronic marine who had to go drape an American flag upside down over the statue’s head. An upside down flag is an international distress signal, I was told by the helpful retired general on CNN; which leads me to wonder how the Japanese show distress. Perhaps they never do.She also pointed out that almost all of the celebrants were Shi’ite Muslims, persecuted by Saddam, whereas the more pokerfaced bystanders were Sunni.

Al Jazeera coverage was deflated; they could not bring themselves to show the scenes of celebration at the demise of a Saddam statue for the hour I watched them last night, noting (correctly) that there were relatively few people out on the streets, the bulk of Baghdad remaining at home. But the jubilation was infectious. When their correspondent was asked the leading question as to why the Americans needed to gloat by tearing down a statue of Saddam, he corrected the anchor, saying that it was the Iraqis who wanted the statue toppled, but that they couldn’t manage it by themselves, that they enlisted the help of the Americans; he even suggested that this was somehow symbolic of the entire conflict. On Al Jazeera!

This positive reception in Baghdad will take the sting out of the argument that the coalition is leading a war of aggression against Arabs. But it is important to remember that, much like the killing of Iraqi civilians in coalition bombings was collateral damage, giving Iraqis an open society is a collateral benefit of a war justified by the US on an unrelated legal case.

Giving Iraqis the gift of democracy is not worth $100 billion and 150 coalition lives. That level of sacrifice on the part of the US, UK and Australia could be expended to much greater effect elsewhere, if the aim were to improve the quality of the greatest number of lives. Instead, The US made the case before the Security Council that it knew Iraq to be in possession of prohibited chemical and biological weapons, putting it in material breach of its ceasefire obligations. This accusation needs to be proven true for the war to have any legal standing whatsoever; Colin Powell also insinuated before the Security Council that there were links between Saddam and Al Qaeda, mainly to bolster the claim that such a breach also constitutes an imminent threat. if no such proof is forthcoming, the war will still end up a fiasco.

I think it’s fair to suggest that Blair and Bush know this. They are waging a pre-emptive war on the understanding that its justification will be furnished retroactively. In the coming weeks, the pressure will grow on them to deliver on this essential promise. I can easily see Rumsfeld and Bush brushing off such concerns, however. Look at the happy Iraqis, they will, say, that is reward enough, and the proscribed weapons, should they not be found, could have been smuggled to Syria, or Iran. Indeed, such notions are already being floated by the more enterprising commentators on Fox News.

For hardcore Neo-cons, like our erstwhile dean Wolfowitz, Iraq is only the beginning. Combining Iraq’s intransigence vis-á-vis the U.N. with a lowered tolerance for outlaw regimes after 9/11 into a viable casus belli required the squaring of some legal circles, and the evident strain resulted in the balking at such an endeavour by many traditional allies. But making the case for invading Iraq may prove to have been relatively easy. Doing the same thing to Syria or Iran would result in much stronger resistance. For me, the worst case scenario would be that this easy victory over Saddam emboldens the Neo-cons to go remake some more Arab countries, ones that do not have tentative cease-fire agreements with the U.N. Best case scenario: Blair gets his way with Bush and they decide to remake Palestine. It should have been at the top of the list in the first place.

Swedish Odds & Ends

The acute reader may have wondered, as I did upon rereading my own recent posts, how I could have known that the La Bohème I saw was set in Stockholm, and not, say Oslo. Two details: The presence of dörrvakter in front of Café Momus, and the need to use a kod to get into a building.

dörrvakt: Bouncers wear distinctive medallions in Stockholm. They’re certified, like cabbies in New York. Stockholm nightclubs have a nasty case of the velvet rope, to which Swedes, rational in every other respect (well, save a further respect or two) flock like looters to regional Ba’ath party headquarters. Bouncers do seem to play fair, though: subscribe to the dress code and you’ll get in on a first come, first served basis, without regard for genetic defects or a total lack of self-esteem.

I suspect that all this standing in line is yet another altruistic gesture. It frees up places like Mosebacke and Elverket for the rest of us. New York’s equivalent is the standing in line for Saturday brunch—an opportunity to pay $14 for 2 eggs and a slab of béarnaise on English muffins, made by the Ecuadorian busboy, instead of quaffing quiche at Le Gamin.

kod: Apartment buildings here do not have doormen. Instead they have a keypad onto to which tenants type a communal 4-digit code to gain entrance to the lobby. These codes rarely change in theory, and never change in practice. When a Stockholmer gives a party, it is considered good manners to send the code along in the email invitation. These emails get forwarded with abandon. By now, I can gain access to a decent number of choice building lobbies, should I be so inclinedAnna’s code is 1812. Joachim’s code is 6889..

Not to worry, though, I’ve been assured this is completely safe. My landlady told me she left her (now my) door unlocked all the time, as the other tenants are so “nice”. No doubt, the friends of their friends are nice too. And their friends. So perhaps this is worth trying if you live in an East Village tenement: Make 30 or so copies of the key to your lobby and send them to your guests next time you have a party. Encourage your neighbors to do the same. That’s not really their code, above.
Really.
Let me know how it goes.

Holy Cow: The Crisis of Islam and its Discontents

It’s April, so I must be reading another Bernard Lewis Book. The first Lewis Book I read—The Middle East: A Brief History of the Last 2,000 years—had proven essential background reading on my first trip to Israel and Jordan in 2000; it was anything but brief, but Bernard Lewis was one for wry understatement, I reckoned. Then came What Went Wrong? Western Impact and Middle Eastern Response, What Went Wrong? still smells of an especially mellifluous SPF 50+ cream.which I read in Jamaica last year. This year, he has just come out with The Crisis of Islam: Holy War and Unholy Terror; I picked it up instinctively at Hedengrens Hedengrens is one of the best bookstores I know; how many New York bookstores carry the entire range of the Penguin Classics?
 
Unlike the Republican Guard, winter is making a surprising last stand, with snow and freezing temperatures after a week of near-room temperatures.
and have just read it this past weekend in a cabin on the Stockholm Archipelago.

These three books form something of a progression, and as such they deserve some comment. Each successive book is a Cliffs Notes of the preceding, it turns out. Each is about the same physical size, but the font size keeps on growing, and so they get less substantive. His latest book is positively slight, and I finished it in a matter of hours. The footnotes are shorter than those of many a SAIS paper that I wrote (and that is saying something), but I’ve come to suspect that this book is aimed at people who don’t look up footnotes in the first place.

I’m sure he’d hate it if I suggested that at the age of 86, he’s not up to something really fresh. Perhaps he’d hate it even more if I mused that he’s just doing it for the money. More kindly, he probably just relented after incessant hounding from his publishers to write something explicitly in response to September 11. The problem is, Bernard Lewis is the world’s pre-eminent authority on Middle Eastern Studies; he is so good that he already wrote the definitive book on the root causes of 9/11 before 9/11 happened: What Went Wrong was in page proof on September 11, 2001. What’s more, Lewis turned out to be right about a great many things that he predicted way back in 1990 in a seminal series of articles in The Atlantic Monthly.

In an afterword to Crisis, Lewis writes:

The nucleus of this book was an article published in The New Yorker in November 2001. In bringing it up to date and developing it from a long article to a short book, I have adapted a few passages from previous publications, especially some articles published in Foreign Affairs and The Atlantic Monthly. The rest is new.

The internet is a blessed thing: you can read both The New Yorker and The Atlantic Monthly articles for free—only the Foreign Affairs articles you’d have to pay for, if you didn’t already photocopy them in your local library. So how much is new?

Skimming the online offerings, I immediately recognized great chunks of what I had just read. Just one example: on page 53 of Crisis:

In 1593 an Ottoman official who also served as a chronicler of current events, Selaniki Mustafa Efendi, recorded the arrival in Istanbul of an English Ambassador. He does not appear to have been much interested in the ambassador, but he was struck by the English ship in which the ambassador traveled: “A ship as strange as this has never entered the port of Istanbul,” he wrote. “It crossed 3,700 miles of sea and carried 83 guns besides other weapons . . . It was a wonder of the age the like of which has not been seen or recorded.”

The 1997 Foreign Affairs article:

In 1593 an Ottoman historian, Selaniki Mustafa Efendi, recorded the arrival in Istanbul of an English ambassador. He was not very interested in the ambassador, but he was much struck by the English ship in which the ambassador traveled. “A ship as strange as this has never entered the port of Istanbul,” he wrote. “It crossed 3,700 miles of sea and carried 83 guns besides other weapons . . . It was a wonder of the age the like of which has not been seen or recorded.”

There is a lot more like this. Virtually every chapter starts verbatim from a previously published article. And where it does not, he distills notions that were covered amply in his more expansive books. Crisis is basically a cut-and-paste job.

This much is new, however: A rundown of quality-of-life numbers extracted from World Bank documents that seem straight out of a research assistant’s to-do list. The eagerness to prove the point (that Muslim countries are poor) builds up to a bizzare comparison:

The comparative figures on the performance of Muslim countries, as reflected in these statistics, are devastating. In the listing of economies by gross domestic product, the highest ranking Muslim majority country is Turkey, with 64 million inhabitants, in twenty-third place, between Austria and and Denmark, with about 5 million each. [. . .] In a listing of industrial output, the highest ranking Muslim country is Saudi Arabia, number twenty-one, followed by Indonesia, tied with Austria and Belgium in twenty-second place, and Turkey, tied with Norway in twenty-seventh place. [. . .] In a listing by life expectancy, the first Arab state is Kuwait, in thirty-second place, following Denmark and followed by Cuba.

Leave aside for a moment that Austria has a population of over 8 million. 8,169,929 in July, 2002, according to the CIA’s World Factbook “estimate”.How exactly is a life expectancy similar to that of Denmark “devastating”? Surely not because Denmark is a small country? Placing 32nd out of over 180 countries One assumes 180 countries. Data is sourced only to “indicators from the United Nations, the World Bank, and other authorities.”still means sitting well into the the top 20th percentile of the world.

Muslim countries may be badly off, but we know at least this much from reading Lewis’s latest: Kuwaiti life expectancy is doing just fine.

So avoid Crisis. Read What Went Wrong? instead—it’s a true scholarly work that focuses on the problem at hand without insulting your intelligence.

I can’t let this subject go, however, without first lamenting the truly horrid subtitles being brandished by books these days. How does Holy War and Unholy Terror exactly elucidate anything, beside apprising us of some editor’s unholy capacity for alliteration? Tellingly, the original subtitle for What Went Wrong? did not survive the transition from hardcover to paperback: Western Impact and Middle Eastern Response became The Clash Between Islam and Modernity in the Middle East. Peddling clashes, are we? How about What Went Wrong? The Clash between Clarity and Sales in Publishing.

Blue Karmann Ghia

Fergus McCormick has his music website up, timed to correspond with the release of his eponymously named debut album. I’m mentioning it because there are some pictures of mine on there for which I have a particular affinity. They were taken one late summer, I think it was 1999, on a pier off the lower west side of Manhattan. Fergus had discovered a blue Volkswagen Karmann Ghia parked on a rooftop there, just like the one in his song, so we headed over on a lazy Sunday afternoon for some photos. Franzi came along, and inevitably she ended up being in all the shots.

Afterwards we crossed the West Side Highway to do some daytime drinking at Ear Inn. It was hot and humid outside, so we drank our gin and tonics inside and drew patterns with crayons on the paper tabletops. By the time we exited into the sweltering darkness, buzzed, New York was humming, and I remember feeling like a character from The Great Gatsby, preternaturally aware of the special moment I inhabited, and all its possibilities…

Fergus’s songs are beautiful, by the way. You can listen to some of my favorites on his website, including Extremadura Love.

La Bohème

I went to La Bohème at the Kungliga Operan on Thursday. Curiously, they’ve decided to set the Opera in a Södermalm-ish present day,

Södermalm is the East Village of Stockholm. with protagonists wearing hoods and jeans and leather jackets.

Sound familiar? The musical Rent borrowed La Bohème’s plot outline.Here is a slightly meatier synopsis of La Bohème. Now the compliment has been returned, with a traditional production of La Bohème adopting a contemporary sheen.

But not all too convincingly. Rent took liberties with the storyI never saw Rent, of course. One lives in New York for the choice, not to actually choose. Choosing is only necessary when you entertain tourist friends. that a faithful production of La Bohème can’t. Dying of consumption in a Swedish nanny state? I don’t think so.

AIDS worked in Rent. Perhaps we should just pretend Mimi has SARS? And while no heat or light for starving artists during an East Village rent strike might make sense, in Stockholm they’d be in state-subsidized apartments and on to their second child.

There are some fateful set design choices too. The loft with which the opera opens—in fact a float that is wheeled on to the stage—is a tricky affair. At the close of the first scene, the incipient lovers are meant to be basking in moonlight as the stage drifts off slowly, not holding on for dear life atop an Abrams tank making for Baghdad. It’s hard to profess eternal love when you’re about to take a running dive through a perspex window.

But these are just quibbles. When Rodolphe launched into Che gelida manina [mp3]. I got the shivers down the spine, which is a rare enough occurrence for me to declare the evening a stunning succcess then and there. Last time that happened was during the opening sequence of Fellowship of the Ring, in particular the bit where the orcs fall off the ledge during the battle.

The demise of the blog

Another day glued to CNN, with a pinch of Fox TV and Al jazeera. Furloughs in the blogosphere have been most disappointing, however; and this at the supposed hour of glory for blogsPerhaps the title The demise of the blog is a bit strong but I liked it too much not to use it. Also, this post is positioning itself so that when the inevitable backlash against blogs occurs, I can say I was ahead of the curve..

I opined a few weeks ago how blogs would add a unique new perspective to our understanding of war. But I was wrong. Embedded journalists who feed us victory and defeat live via videophone provide the unique new perspective in this war.

Some reasons why blogs have failed to live up to the challenge:

  • Traditional media still has clout: Kevin Sites was all set to report by day and blog by night,Update 27/03/03: A Time reporter in Iraq gets his blog shut down as well.
     
    How does CNN make money? The first few days of the war saw no ads at all on CNN. Then, a few days ago, a brave South African Airways offered up idyllic landscapes for escapist fantasies. The Croatians have now followed suit with an ad that intones, “The Mediterranean as it used to be,” but unfortunately the cynic in me keeps on answering “When, during the Balkan war?”
    but his last post, on Mar 21, says “I’ve been asked to suspend my war blogging for awhile,” because CNN feels his current job as correspondent is a full time commitment. Another tactic is to “embrace and extend”—several media outlets pay their reporters to write “behind the scenes” pieces that are meant to show color. But these have been raided for truly newsworthy content, and we get the feeling we’re reading the cutting room floor.
  • Preachers to the choir: God these blogs are boring: InstaPundit, Kausfiles, AlterNet, Andrew Sullivan, AntiWar and Little Green Footballs. Poring over every scrap of information to extract a favorable take, ignoring that which doesn’t fit the party line, vying for the most moral outrage given a Hollywood star’s latest brainless utterance or presidential mispronunciation. Moral clarity is peddled, but morale crutches are what we get. The price is no substantive debate.

  • Echo chamber: How many anti-war blogs carried Micheal Moore’s Oscars comments? How many warblogs blogged news of the “huge” chemical weapons factory? Enough said. And I get multiple copies of these emails in my inbox: You know the world is a crazy place when… I don’t need to see it on a blog as well. Blogs sometimes just seem to hoover the internet indiscriminately, a million mediocre editors with a few readers each, when in fact we need a few good editors informing millions.
  • Perhaps blogs have been promoted above their station. They are not proving to be the optimal tool for distilling the fog of war war into clear conclusions (though there are exceptionsBlatant plug for MemeFirst, I know.). The best blogs know their place—say, as a pointer to original commentary, or as a place for discussion among self-selecting groups; or act as a clearing house for local information, such as gossip.

    Rules of engagement?

    Predictably, both pro- and anti-war opinion mongers have found much in the war to date to bolster their respective moral high grounds. But that which is predictable is also boring. More interesting is to wonder what it would take to engender a change of heart on either side. Any conviction worth having should be falsifiable. Popper’s theory of epistemology turned conventional wisdom on its head in its contribution to the scientific method: Theories are only useful to the extent they are falsifiable, i.e. can be disproved through empirical tests.Beliefs that can never be tested against empirical evidence are merely dogmatic.

    So I have constructed a set of tests that I offer up for consideration by both sides of the debate. For example, if you are for the war, you should agree now to admit it was a mistake if most of the following scenarios take place:

  • Regime change in Pakistan, Egypt, or Jordan as a result of popular unrest caused by the invasion of Iraq. An Islamist and/or anti-American regime takes hold.
  • Baghdad citizens stage mass protests or engage in widespread resistance, instead of showing gratitude for their liberation.
  • US Special Operations forces and Turkish forces engage in skirmishes along the northern front.
  • A wave of sustained attacks on American interests in Arab countries billed as a direct retaliation for the invasion.
  • A majority of Iraqi troops, instead of surrendering, start a prolonged guerilla offensive, with popular support.
  • The prime minister of the UK, Australia or another coalition partner is ousted in a cabinet revolt, and military support is withdrawn.
  • No weapons of mass destruction found.Update 25/03/03: No nukes in Iraq, it seems.
  • Conversely, if you are against the war, you should agree now to admit you were mistaken if most of the following scenarios take place:

  • Baghdad citizens come out in a mass public show of support for their liberators.Update 25/03/03: Popular uprising in Basrah?
  • Saddam Hussein is shown to possess biological, chemical and nuclear weapons.“Huge” chemical weapons factory found?
    Update 25/03/03: Maybe not.
  • Saddam Hussein uses weapons of mass destruction.
  • Al Qaeda cells are identified, caught.
  • War crime trials are held, Iraqi citizens come forward in droves to testify against Saddam Hussein (if alive) or his henchmen.
  • The newly installed Iraqi representative government convinces Arab public opinion that US interests are aligned with their own.
  • Israeli-Palestinian negotiations accelerate and a definitive peace agreement is reached.
  • Feel free to suggest your own criteria. It is of course possible for scenarios from both sides to play out, but the litmus test, I think, will be the reception of US and UK troops as they enter Baghdad.

    As far as military objectives are concerned, I think the war is going well for the US, even after today. Anybody who assumed the US and UK would suffer at most the odd flesh wound is placing unrealistic expectations on the coalition. Television coverage is riveting, and worth a post all to its own. Here in Sweden, CNN is on all the time, but another channel achieves balanced coverage by alternating between hours of Fox News and Al Jazeera. Both are blatantly partial, and bizarrely compelling.

    But Iraq has the potential of turning into another Vietnam, with a nightmare scenario wherein the civilians are liberated against their will, and good intentions pave a path to hell. Gulf War One is widely considered to have been the war where the US decisively overcame its Vietnam War syndrome. But one hopes that the US military did not forget the lessons of Vietnam. Afghanistan is not a good comparison for the challenges facing the US and UK in Iraq: There are much larger population centers in Iraq, there is a trained, patriotic army defending them, and they have the morale boost of defending their homeland against foreign invaders. The coalition operates with the handicap of an unwillingness to inflict civilian casualties, yet with a likelihood of such casualties occurring and with the success of their mission depending to a large extent on their reception by this civilian population.

    Confidence based on expectations of inviolability is the most brittle kind. And the morale of soldiers who are not absolutely convinced they must fight to save their families is the most vulnerable. For coalition troops, the coming days will test both their confidence and their morale.

    Swedish cultural extremes, part II

    On Saturday, Helena (Gustavsson, from SAIS Bologna days) and her sambo Christer sambo: person you live with but are not married to.hosted an important event in the yearly calendar of Swedish rituals: Communal watching on TV of the selection of the official Swedish entry to the Eurovision Song Contest (ESC), to be held in Riga on May 24, 2003.

    If you have never been subjected to the Eurovision Song Contest, count yourself blessed. I suspect ESC is responsible for fully 20% of New York immigrants from Europe. But try as they might, nobody really ever escapes its insidious influence. Case in point: it launched the career of Celine Dion, who won in 1988.

    But you only really begin to appreciate the brilliant depravity of ESC when it dawns on you that she won because she was better than the rest. Brilliant marketing idea: a double CD-set with all the worst songs over the years.My own youth was scarred by a single accidental exposure to ESC in Belgium. Not only was the Belgian entry atrocious, we then had to sit through hours of “Belgique, nul points” as we were officially shamed for being even worse than tolerable.

    If there is one silver lining to the whole ordeal, it is that it helps the young learn early how European politics really operates. All the French speaking countries vote for each other, all the English speaking countries team up with the Scandinavians, and the rest engages in balance-of-power politicking. Also, Turkey always loses.

    If you live in Europe, then, you have to develop a coping mechanism. And the best way to cope is not to cower, but to stare the beast in the eyes, and then give it a big wet sloppy kiss on the mouth. This is what we were doing Saturday night, addled by fine wines, which made it easier to leave one’s ironic detachment at the door (there were children there, after all).

    Sweden’s 12 candidate songs fall into two classes. Those sung in Swedish by people wearing elk fur which have no hope of winning, and those sung in “English.” The scare quotes are justified this year. Here are some of the “lyrics:”

    Alcazar: Not a Sinner, Nor a Saint

    I’m not a sinner nor a saint,

    Not that I will lose my head and faint.

    Am I a bad boy? Maybe. Am I a sad boy? Let see…

    Nul points! Sad enough?

    Barbados: Bye Bye

    You make me feel like a UFO,

    This time I’ve had it, I will take no more,

    I’m better off alone out of this war zone.

    Who’s going to turn you on when I’m gone?

    Nul Points! Bye bye.

    Fame: Give Me Your Love

    I can be the one you love forever,

    I can be the dream of your heart.

    You can turn the winter into summer, oh yeah

    You can be me my wonder every day.

    Everytime I see you I just want to hold you,

    I wish you felt the same way that I do.

    These guys won. Yes, Sweden’s official entry is a song about… stalking.

    Swedish cultural extremes, part I

    And it pains me to say it, but he is barely three months older than me. You may know him from Tillsammans (Together), which was playing at Angelica NYC in the months after 9/11, and which was the first movie to get me laughing out loud again.
     
    Friday night, I finally got to see Lukas Moodysson’s Lilja 4-ever — a movie that leaves no doubt he is one of the best directors working today
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    Lilja 4-ever joins only two other movies that are so compelling in their trajectory towards despair that I dread watching them again: Dancer in the Dark and Breaking the Waves. Interestingly, all three depict resourceful women who come undone by a trust in others that borders on the naive.

    In Lilja 4-ever, we watch how a 16-year old Russian girl (Lilja, played brilliantly by Oksana Akinshina) is forced into prostitution in Sweden. Most of the film takes place in Russia and is in Russian, but the scenes in Sweden are what have caused the most impact here. For Lilja’s clients are affluent Swedes, and Moodysson leaves no doubt that they are abettors to the crime.

    Stylewise, we see some dogme influence, with abrupt cuts and shaky camera work. But Moodysson veers away from that esthetic when it suits him: Rammstein, Germany’s answer to hard rock, plays at crucial moments.There is a soundtrack, for example, though it exists to express Lilja’s inner turmoil, not to tug at the audience’s heartstrings.

    When you see the movie, you will be struck by echoes of the imagery in Wim Wenders’ Der Himmel über Berlin (Wings of Desire). But unlike that movie, and Breaking the Waves, where the last scene annoyingly insists on the reality of a miracle, Lilja 4-ever never passes into spiritual la-la land. Moodysson is a socially committed filmmaker, and he is not going to let a facile religious redemption make everything alright. In his movies, the only angels are the ones you make yourself.