Some have been referring to the January 6 events at the capitol building as an “attempted coup.” This is not an accurate characterization of the rioting and looting by the politically naive wannabe fascists who overran the understaffed police lines, vandalized the building, terrorized our senators, representatives, and their staff, and killed at least one police officer and injured many more. Defecating in the halls, breaking windows, looting and trashing offices while taking selfies does not constitute an attempted coup.
A coup needs the cooperation and active aid of the military, or at least a reasonably disciplined organized military force, and is usually planned in detail. Spontaneous risings or enraged mob actions have historically led to revolution, but that’s a different animal, and usually involves a fair proportion of the population, not the small numbers that participated in the January 6 debacle.
In 1973, while I was a Peace Corps trainee in Afghanistan, there was a successful coup. Fighter planes flew at rooftop level, armed soldiers and tanks were in the intersections. The Kabul airport was shut down. Roads were barricaded and guarded. These were not just a bunch of deluded and privileged folks wandering around in a government building, destroying whatever they could while posting photos on facebook. In stark contrast, the armed forces in the Kabul area abandoned the reigning king, Zahir Shah, who was out of the country, and took the side of the leader of the coup, Sardar Mohammed Daoud.
My recently published novel, The Kabul Conscript, was inspired by my time in Peace Corps, and is set during the time of the 1973 coup. If you want to get an idea of what that experience was like—at least from the point of a foreigner in Kabul—as well as some historical background of how General Daoud, a much brighter man than Mr. Trump, organized and carried out his overnight takeover of the country, read the Kabul Conscript.
With my county now in phase two, I am again able to mail out author signed copies of Cape Decision and The Kabul Conscript. Price is $20, mailed USPS book rate anywhere in the USA. Paypal accepted. Order from pages below:
In other news, I am happy to see my publisher, Village Books, is now open limited hours. Both of my novels are in stock at the Bellingham and Lynden stores. They will also mail out for 99 cents. Below are some of the bookstores stocking my novels. Any bookstore can order for you, if they don’t have in stock.
My latest novel, The Kabul Conscript, was published February 26—just in time for the pandemic—not the best timing for promoting a new book! I have not been able to do in person author events, but the novel is available from any independent bookstore by special order, and of course on amazon and other internet sites.
Although the story is entirely fictional, it is set in Kabul, Afghanistan during the coup of 1973, when I was a Peace Corps trainee there. I like to think I captured some of the flavor of that exciting time, a few years before a series of disasters engulfed that country.
The Kabul Conscript is a sort of prequel to Cape Decision, published in 2019, but the novels can be read in any order.
My publisher, Village Books, will mail it anywhere in the USA for 99 cents. Support our independent bookstores!
Small live music venues have the same future they have had for the last several decades—very limited and circumscribed. Since stricter drinking and driving laws, and with so many options for home entertainment (cable TV, internet), live entertainment, be it music or theatre, has suffered. The current plague adds yet another obstacle.
In the future live entertainment will continue to be an ever smaller part of the overall entertainment “industry,” but it will never completely die. It will go through periodic “revivals,” like some forms of music do.
In “Burning Chrome,” by William Gibson, the author describes such a scenario in a short story. A “throwback” live rock band plays in a small club as an obscure opening act. Unusual because they play their own instruments—rare in the future world the author describes.
I can imagine a not so distant future where most live music is performed in homes and private residences or compounds, with audience by invitation only. Clubs that do survive will have someone at the door checking the attendee’s temperatures, as they are already doing in China. Perhaps an I.D. card or chip implant that can be scanned before entry will be required for entry—another “workaround.”
Humans, after all, are quite clever, if not always wise…