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From Beirut to Jerusalem by Tom Friedman won the National Book Award for Non-Fiction in 1989.
Lebanon was once known as the Switzerland of the Middle East, a land of mountains, money, and many cultures, all of which somehow miraculously managed to live together in harmony. At least that was the picture-postcard view. It was not the Lebanon that greeted Ann and me in June 1979. We came to a country that had been in the grip of a civil war since 1975. Our first evening at the Beirut Commodore Hotel I remember lying awake listening to a shootout right down the street. It was the first time I had ever heard a gun fired in my life
This book had all the ingredients from which Friedman could draw on to write profoundly.
Firstly, Friedman lived for a decade in Lebanon and Israel while working as the New York Times Middle East correspondent. Not many people can make that claim as a writer that they were on assignment for ten years in a foreign land. So he knows his material — really well.
Secondly, Friedman arrived during the 1980s while history was being made. The rise of the PLO and the crackdown by Israel ushered in a significant period in world history, certainly a vital period in the Middle East. A lot of violence occurred while Friedman was in Beirut including the bombing of the U.S. Marine Compound in Beirut in 1983. However it was while leaving Israel for a new job in Washington when his windshield was shattered by a rock throwing Palestinian which caused him to write this:
How ironic, I thought afterward. I had seen marching armies of many nations pass through Beirut and ultramodern jets clash above the skies. I had seen the battleship New Jersey fire shells as big as Chevrolets, and I had seen my own apartment house reduced to dust by a pound of the most sophisticated high explosives known to man. I had seen massacres and car bombings and heard snipers until they had almost become routine. I had dodged them all for ten years, only to get hit by a stone.
Friedman writes about the Israeli-Palestine conflict with a sense of boyish wonder, but not naïveté. He did not opine on how to solve the conflict. He just reported and contextualized his experiences while in the middle of it all. Rabin, Sharon, Arafat were all central players in the drama. He also wrote of the holocaust and the history of Palestine in small but relevant doses.
Lastly, Friedman produced a lot of facts and anecdotes and he had interviews with powerful leaders that kept the book entertaining. He was able to remain balanced in his views although he has some disdain for authoritarian figures to be sure. Friedman did come under fire by some for empathizing with the Palestinians despite his own Jewish heritage.
I only have one small criticism of the book: there are only two, largely useless, maps of Lebanon and Israel.
5 stars. While three decades of history have passed since this work was first published, it is masterfully wrought and remains a surprisingly fresh and insightful read. It is a bit long at more than 600 pages but worth it.
Lebanon was once known as the Switzerland of the Middle East, a land of mountains, money, and many cultures, all of which somehow miraculously managed to live together in harmony. At least that was the picture-postcard view. It was not the Lebanon that greeted Ann and me in June 1979. We came to a country that had been in the grip of a civil war since 1975. Our first evening at the Beirut Commodore Hotel I remember lying awake listening to a shootout right down the street. It was the first time I had ever heard a gun fired in my life
This book had all the ingredients from which Friedman could draw on to write profoundly.
Firstly, Friedman lived for a decade in Lebanon and Israel while working as the New York Times Middle East correspondent. Not many people can make that claim as a writer that they were on assignment for ten years in a foreign land. So he knows his material — really well.
Secondly, Friedman arrived during the 1980s while history was being made. The rise of the PLO and the crackdown by Israel ushered in a significant period in world history, certainly a vital period in the Middle East. A lot of violence occurred while Friedman was in Beirut including the bombing of the U.S. Marine Compound in Beirut in 1983. However it was while leaving Israel for a new job in Washington when his windshield was shattered by a rock throwing Palestinian which caused him to write this:
How ironic, I thought afterward. I had seen marching armies of many nations pass through Beirut and ultramodern jets clash above the skies. I had seen the battleship New Jersey fire shells as big as Chevrolets, and I had seen my own apartment house reduced to dust by a pound of the most sophisticated high explosives known to man. I had seen massacres and car bombings and heard snipers until they had almost become routine. I had dodged them all for ten years, only to get hit by a stone.
Friedman writes about the Israeli-Palestine conflict with a sense of boyish wonder, but not naïveté. He did not opine on how to solve the conflict. He just reported and contextualized his experiences while in the middle of it all. Rabin, Sharon, Arafat were all central players in the drama. He also wrote of the holocaust and the history of Palestine in small but relevant doses.
Lastly, Friedman produced a lot of facts and anecdotes and he had interviews with powerful leaders that kept the book entertaining. He was able to remain balanced in his views although he has some disdain for authoritarian figures to be sure. Friedman did come under fire by some for empathizing with the Palestinians despite his own Jewish heritage.
I only have one small criticism of the book: there are only two, largely useless, maps of Lebanon and Israel.
5 stars. While three decades of history have passed since this work was first published, it is masterfully wrought and remains a surprisingly fresh and insightful read. It is a bit long at more than 600 pages but worth it.