Wednesday 17 February 2016

How to sound heartless (What are sieges for?)

As of this morning, aid is flowing into seven Syrian cities most affected by sieges from both rebel and regime forces (details here). Populations in dire positions will have food and other supplies they desperately need. But I'm not sure what the point is, and I'm not even sure it's a good idea.

Everyone seems very shocked that people in these cities are starving (in some cases to death). But of course they are starving; they're being besieged. Starvation is the point of sieges - it's a way to win without having to fight a battle; it's the only way to win if the defences are stronger than your army. This isn't comparable to helping refugees in camps or even people in large areas controlled by government. The deprivation of the people inside isn't a byproduct of the fighting, it's the point of the fighting. Hypothetically, if everyone in the contested towns were willing to concede , the sieges would stop. Obviously, because of reprisals and scare resources, it's more complicated than than, but it's still true that you don't besiege your own side. 

Of course, many people aren't on any side and, hideously, are simply caught in the middle. Their lives are awful and they die in numbers in ways I cannot imagine. But they are dying because there is a war on. They need that war to stop. Ultimately wars stop for two reasons: a) somebody wins, b) every sits down and plays nicely. The latter in this kind of case often because someone else is threatening you unless you do. I don't see how supplying cities under siege helps brings either of those forward. It very clearly prolongs the war. Cities that presumably were about to fall will now not fall, so we can do it all again next year. Similarly, I don't think entrenching existing positions makes anyone more likely to compromise.

Defenders will say that this is a precursor to a ceasefire which will pave the way to peace. God, I hope so. What follows makes me sound like a total bastard, but if it makes it worse by prolonging the agony, then this emergency aid hasn't done anything but make us feel better about ourselves at the expense of an already broken country. I'm not sufficiently expert to answer that question, but I really hope someone has thought about it very hard. I hope they decided it was worth it, and I hope they were right. I'm not sure either is true.

Monday 1 February 2016

Bibliography, January 2016

BOTM: G. Maxwell, The ring of bright water (1960)

K. Amis, Take a girl like you (1960)
R. Crowley, Empires of the Sea (2005) 
R. Graves, Seven days in new Crete (1949)
F. O'Brien, The third policeman (1967)
J. Roth, The Spiders web (1932)
K. Stockett, The Help (2009)
T.H. White, [The Once and Future King]
_________ The Sword in the Stone (1938)
_________ The queen of air and darkness (1939)
_________ The ill made knight (1940)
_________ The candle in the wind (1958)
_________ The book of Merlyn (1977)

This was tight. I almost gave it to The Help, which I thought was outstanding. In fact I almost gave BOTM jointly, but that's pathetic (Yes it is Masterchef the Professionals 2012). It's always possible to make to choice. So, although I know it's partly because I have a weakness for barking mad aristocrats, it's Gavin Maxwell's account of how he kept an otter as a pet. That description does the book a disservice - it's a well known classic. Nonetheless, it is essentially about a man deciding to upend his life to keep an otter. As such, it's charming, what makes it brilliant is that he manages to do it while both avoiding tweeness - in fact the fairly bloody diet of otters is well documented - and anthropomorphising - he is very good on the animal personalities of the otters without projecting further. Also, impressive in a slight book, it manages to pack in delightful snippets of memoir (I then had to look him up properly) and a string of evocative segments on the region and the natural world. The reading public of 1960 were right; it sold millions.

As an aside, the reading public of 1960 cannot entirely be congratulated. Kingsey Amis' book of the same year, lauded at the time, is deeply unpleasant and though the reviews found it highly comic, I fear this has faded. The climax of the plot is exceptionally unpleasant.