Stothard, editor of The Times Literary Supplement, spent the month of March with British Prime Minister Tony Blair and his Downing Street team, tracking every confabulation as Britain headed toward the Iraq war.
The result is a most insightful diary. Stothard manages to capture the mood and the dynamics of the moment. It is gripping. From Blair’s hectic preparation for the crucial vote in Parliament, getting his words just right as well as ensuring that Labour MPs don’t join Robin Cook’s rebellion. To parleys with the Bush team at Camp David. To tracking the slow progress to Basra for the British people.
The narrative is leavened with Stothard’s understated humour. Blair wonders how to being his we-are-at-war-address. “My fellow Americans,” suggests his spin chief Alastair Campbell!
The title, of course, betrays the writers’ position on the battle for Mesopotamia. The terrible irony of warfare comes across from recollections of little moments which may have been forgotten in the subsequent whirl of despatches from embedded reporters.
For instance: “The first confirmed casualty of Operation Iraqi Freedom was neither Iraqi nor even British. Ahmed al-Baz was a Jordanian taxi driver on the busy road from Baghdad to Amman. Nobody knows if he had time to be scared.” Or 12-year-old Ali Ismail Abbas, maimed icon of the senselessness of violence, who pleads: “Doctor, doctor, no more journalists please.”
In retrospect, this reassessment of his position on military intervention and war only added bite to his rousing polemics. Collected in this volume are his columns for the website Slate on the Second Gulf War.
“The idea,” he writes, “was to test short-term analyses against longer-term ones, while simultaneously subjecting long-term positions or convictions to shorter-term challenges.” If you want to read just one book on the recent war, Regime Change should be the one.