Success in war reporting can be excruciatingly elusive. Especially in military photo journalism. In America, where the vast majority takes a car to drive to the burger joint two blocks down the road, it can be a Sisyphus task to invoke deep emotions for human suffering. Of course, I am not taking into account tears - the cheapest and easiest commodity that will secure an Oscar in no time. I am talking about emotions and feelings that make one understand that there is something terribly wrong with humankind. Mr. Haviv and Mrs. Ozernoy have successfully invoked exactly the latter.
I believe that this book does not just introduce one to the roots, core and consequences of the war in Afghanistan. It laces one into the complex fiber of life that almost does not want to part from medieval. Mr. Haviv has captured an ethnos in a conflict that is intertwined with the essence and color of hard land called Afghanistan. Mrs. Ozernoy added descriptive passages that make one wish for an ability to rebel against passivity of comfortable nations.
I was stunned to actually feel uncomfortable when I was looking at the pictures of troops' movements. I almost felt dust penetrating my retina. Then my eyes were soothed by pleasing colors of Afghan fabrics that were part of a picture depicting life of women there.
There are many brilliant allegories in this book. When understood, they will help us all live peacefully.