Iraq is, in the words of Zuhair al-Jezairy in The Devil You Don’t Know, his memoir/reportage of returning there after 25 years in exile, ”a succession of scattered moments. Each new event erases the previous one and consigns it to oblivion.” At least that is how he saw it from 2003 when he crossed the border through early 2009 when he finished writing. The book itself reflects this — a succession of scattered moments. As he says near the end, about a documentary film project he and a friend took on for a while: ”the camera hardly knows where to turn.” There is so much to be seen and captured, held until a time when narratives once again are able to give shape to the explosion of events. So it is with his writer’s eye, turning here and there in a whirlwind of impressions, from finding his family home after so many years, to judging the distance of falling mortars while eating with friends. And, since it is a book about returning it is also a book about memory — what a person, or a building, or their lack, recalls to him from the last time they he saw them. This is familiar to all of us who have returned to scenes of our youth; it is the stuff of many good memoirs. Most of us, however, do not return to scenes of unimaginable violence, sectarian warfare and people traumatized by thirty years of terror. Al-Jezairy does.
The first half of the book follows the path of his return, geographically, and emotionally. As a young man Al-Jezairy came of age, along with many of his peers around the world, protesting the U.S. war in Vietnam. More than that, he was in Jordan and Lebanon during fierce wars in each. He fled Iraq in 1979 as Saddam Hussein and the Ba’ath party to power with a wave of assassinations, escaping into Jordan with an assumed name and false passport to spend years as in exile. He’s coming back to Iraq on the heels of another U.S. invasion — but about which he has much more divided emotions.
I am divided against myself: against anyone who supports the war (and ready to argue it out almost to the point of blows — how can any person of culture support a war which is destroying his country and killing his people?) And yet, I am against those who oppose the war (they want to prolong the dictatorship, whether they admit it or not.) (more…)

