This is a fascinating book.
As an ex-serviceman who worked as a security contractor in Baghdad for six months in 2004, I was always frustrated that, amongst the hours of news footage and acres of press that were churned out by the world's media, an accurate and impartial picture of circumstances and events there never really emerged. The sheer diversity and scale of suffering as well as the hopes and aspirations of the ordinary Iraqis and 'occupying' forces alike never came across in sufficient depth or accuracy to provide the avid viewers and readers around the world with a true understanding of what was really happening in post-war Iraq.
Chris Hughes succeeds where the television images and newspaper stories failed, succinctly capturing the atmosphere and conditions in a way that accurately reflects what everybody, Iraqi and 'liberator' alike, faced during that time. He clearly manages to convey the moments of gut-wrenching fear when dangerous situations develop without warning, the outrageously morbid humour that emerges amongst the kind of people whose professions regularly throw them into such circumstances (soldiers, ex-soldiers and journalists, for example - though not necessarily in that order) and the underlying day to day life of the Iraqis that continued unabated, despite the havoc being wreaked around them.
The most important thing that struck me about this book was that it has been written by a normal, fallible person, unconcerned with portraying himself, his profession or his government as paragons of politically correct thought and deed. He chooses instead to lay it all out in front of the reader, warts and all, and allow the reader to make of it what he will. This comes across admirably in his honest treatment of subjects such as the goldfish-like attention span and petty rivalries of tabloid journalism, the atrocities committed by the various protagonists, the differences in attitude and professionalism between the British and American forces and the prevalent political orientation of the time. Recklessly honest in fact!
There is no condescension, no veneer of self-righteousness and no soft soap. Instead there is a sometimes moving, sometimes shocking, sometimes uplifting but always eminently readable account of one journalist's personal experiences in perhaps the most dangerous place on earth at that time.
Chris Hughes, released from the constraints of tabloid journalism, has an easy, flowing style that encompasses gentle humour laced with occasional biting wit in the face of horrific and terrifying events. Yet throughout the book he maintains a touching empathy with the people of Iraq and their plight.
Whatever your views on the legality or morality of the war, if you only ever read one book about post-conflict Iraq, read this one.