Henk ten Cate exits Chelsea as search continues to find Avram Grant successor

Friday, May 30th, 2008

The Dutchman had a contract until 2010 but he follows in the footsteps of Avram Grant, who was dismissed last weekend.

A statement on Chelsea’s confirmed ten Cate’s exit following a meeting this morning.

“As a result of the team management changes at Chelsea FC, and in the light of any forthcoming appointment, it was clear this was the correct decision for all parties, ” it said.

“Everybody at Chelsea would like to thank Henk for his contribution since coming to the club last year.”

Earlier this week, ten Cate dismissed fears that he would be leaving Chelsea.

“He informed me that the departure of Grant will not affect me. I’d rather go on that than all those newspaper reports.”

However, the club’s Champions League final defeat in Roman Abramovich’s home city has clearly left a mark on Chelsea’s owner.

Ten Cate joined Chelsea from Ajax in October last year when he was released by mutual consent.

The Dutchman’s sacking now raises questions as to the future of Steve Clarke, Chelsea’s former player and current assistant coach.

Grant was dismissed just three days after the Champions League final defeat to Manchester United and reports soon after suggested whether Ten Cate and fellow assistant Clarke would survive a summer of change at Stamford Bridge.

Meanwhile, the contenders to replace Grant continues with Luiz Felipe Scolari heading a long list in the race to take over at Stamford Bridge.

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What makes a good travel book?

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

What hasn%26#39;t been done, and more importantly, what hasn%26#39;t been written about?When it comes to armchair travel publishing, the more bizarre the better.It%26#39;s almost as if every area of the world has already been covered by writers - or would-be writers - with readers keen to know about the latest adventure or strange destination.And publishers don%26#39;t seem to be worrying that writers of the genre will run out of ideas in the forthcoming future - their desks are laden with manuscripts.Writers however must satisfy a much more sophisticated market - the majority of which are women.With people travelling so much more they want to know about locations a lot more off the beaten track.Even before Lonely Planet there were travel guides on most bookstore shelves, but first person travel writing - or travel narratives - really burst onto the scene around 10 years ago.Nikki Christer, Deputy Publishing Director of Random House, says people have always written wonderful travel memoirs (think Marco Polo, Mark Twain, Paul Theroux, Bill Bryson, Bruce Chatwin and Peter Moore) but it was Peter Mayle%26#39;s book A Year in Provence which probably kicked off the latest wave.%26quot;It%26#39;s a growing market. The stranger the place, the better it seems,%26quot; she says.France and Italy have been done, but now it%26#39;s eastern Europe and Russia that are hitting the mark.A recent example is Me, Myself and Prague: An unrelieable guide to Bohemia by Rachael Weiss, which, according to Allen and Unwin Publisher Jo Paul, also details the author%26#39;s internal journey.Paul says the genre is now much broader and has split into sub genres - with the more lighthearted younger male writers setting out to write travel narratives as opposed to the books known as travel memoirs pitched more at women about how travel changes a person.Random House publishes about three to four such travel books a year in Australia, as well as distributing many from the UK and other countries, and there%26#39;s a %26quot;very considerable market%26quot; for them.Paul says Allen and Unwin commissions around six to 10 a year.On the writing Christer says: %26quot;You want to be able to relate to the books and imagine yourself into the space…a lot is how good the writing is.%26quot;And they can sell well. Holy Cow by Sarah MacDonald (about living in India) sold around 115,000, Almost French: Love and a New Life in Paris by Sarah Turnbull sold around 240,000 and Salvation Creek, An Unexpected Life by Susan Duncan (finding one%26#39;s place in Pittwater, north of Sydney) hit the 100,000 mark.
Such books have spurned many copycats - or me too books - that are seldom as good as the ones they%26#39;re modelled on.With booksellers suffering fatigue with shelves groaning with books describing the %26quot;zany man in the village%26quot;, publishers have to be more clever about how they pitch the latest tome, Paul says.%26quot;Writers are trying to find different avenues to bring something new to the genre,%26quot; Paul says. %26quot;It has to have a really strong hook…a fresh way of looking at the world… using the intimate to look at the universal.%26quot;This includes focussing on food or history or some other aspect of a place.Christer says books that follow the footsteps of an earlier explorer or character are also still popular.Good books do more than tell of the destinations,they also reflect on people%26#39;s lives and their struggles.%26quot;We want things to happen along the way,%26quot; Christer says.Readers also want stories about extreme adventure and dangerous trips.A more recent take on the travel memoir is Slow Journey South by Paula Constant about walking from London to Africa, which she describes as very funny.As she says, humour is everything.Readers want to hope that the writer%26#39;s journey and adventure might happen to them, so they imagine themselves in the same setup, she says.Still it%26#39;s hit and miss, with the odds five to one on what will work as compared to the duds.%26quot;…they have to have that special something…it%26#39;s hard to define, but you know it as soon as you read it,%26quot; she says.Literary agent with Curtis Brown, Pippa Masson, however, believes the growth internationally in travel books over the past six years may now be slowing.This may be because travel is more accessible to people than it was 10 years ago,and they may no longer need to see the world through armchair travel.Over the past five years there%26#39;s also been a proliferation of books by ordinary people who have %26quot;come through%26quot; difficulties.People had got sick of books about %26quot;my year in Umbria%26quot; so the tales got more gritty, she says.She cites Paul Carter%26#39;s books, especially Don%26#39;t Tell Mum I Work On The Rigs, as an example of what readers are now looking for, with travel memoir evolving from straight travel narratives.Another example is Brian Thacker%26#39;s last book, Where%26#39;s Wallis?, where he goes to places he knows absolutely nothing about.She agrees crazy and bizarre stories do well.But a warning from publishers to those scribblers who have a manuscript under the mattress about your last holiday: don%26#39;t send it unless it is well written or tells you something new and exciting, or makes you think differently about yourself.Christer says the ideal is that: %26quot;you%26#39;re realising something at the end of the book…maybe you realise there%26#39;s nowhere like home.%26quot;AAP

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Lingering questions

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

“Did I ever hear him make remarks that could be considered controversial while I sat in church? Yes.” So said Barack Obama, in his Philadelphia speech about his pastor, friend, mentor and spiritual adviser of 20 years, Jeremiah Wright.

An interesting, if belated, admission. But the more important question is: which “controversial” remarks?

Wright’s assertion from the pulpit that the U.S. government invented the HIV virus “as a means of genocide against people of color%26quot;? Wright’s claim that America was morally responsible for 9/11 — “chickens coming home to roost” — because of, among other crimes, Hiroshima and Nagasaki? (Obama says he missed church that day. Had he never heard about it?)

What about the charge that the U.S. government (of Franklin Roosevelt, mind you) knew about Pearl Harbor, but lied about it? Or that the government gives drugs to black people, presumably to enslave and imprison them?

Obama condemns such statements as wrong and divisive, then frames the next question: “There will no doubt be those for whom my statements of condemnation are not enough. Why associate myself with Reverend Wright in the first place, they may ask? Why not join another church?”

But that is not the question. The question is why didn’t he leave that church? Why didn’t he leave — why doesn’t he leave even today — a pastor who thundered not once but three times from the pulpit (on a DVD the church proudly sells) “God damn America?” Obama’s 5,000-word speech, fawned over as a great meditation on race, is little more than an elegantly crafted, brilliantly sophistic justification of that scandalous dereliction.

His defense rests on two central propositions: (a) moral equivalence, and (b) white guilt.

(a) Moral equivalence. Sure, says Obama, there’s Wright, but at the other “end of the spectrum” there’s Geraldine Ferraro, opponents of affirmative action and his own white grandmother, “who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.” But did she shout them in a crowded theater to incite, enrage and poison others?

“I can no more disown (Wright) than I can my white grandmother.” What exactly was grandma’s offense? Jesse Jackson himself once admitted to the fear he feels from the footsteps of black men on the street. And Harry Truman was known to use epithets for blacks and Jews in private, yet is revered for desegregating the armed forces and recognizing the first Jewish state since Jesus’ time. He never spread racial hatred. Nor did grandma.

(b) White guilt. Obama’s purpose in the speech was to put Wright’s outrages in context. By context, Obama means history. And by history, he means the history of white racism. Obama says, “We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this country,” and then proceeds to do precisely that. And what lies at the end of his recital of the long train of white racial assaults from slavery to employment discrimination?

Jeremiah Wright, of course.

Obama was supposed to be new. He flatters himself as a man of the future transcending the anger of the past as represented by his beloved pastor. Obama then waxes rhapsodic about the hope brought by the new consciousness of the young people in his campaign.

Then answer this, senator: If Wright is a man of the past, why would you expose your children to his vitriolic divisiveness? This is a man who curses America and who proclaimed moral satisfaction in the deaths of 3,000 innocents at a time when their bodies were still being sought at Ground Zero. It is not just the older congregants who stand and cheer and roar in wild approval of Wright’s rants, but young people as well. Why did you give $22,500 just two years ago to a church run by a man of the past who infects the younger generation with precisely the racial attitudes and animus you say you have come unto us to transcend?

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The best in film this spring

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

April’s riches include Son of Rambow (opens 4 April), director Garth Jennings’ nostalgic and delightfully inventive 1980s suburbia story, centring on two schoolboys making a home video - based on Rambo - to send into BBC kids’ show Screen Test. They find a lead actor for their big DIY action flick when the French exchange group arrives.On 11 April, George Clooney takes his serious political hat off and replaces it with a cloth cap to direct and star in Leatherheads, a 1920s romcom about the beginnings of America’s pro-football league. George is the rallying coach, Ren%26eacute;e Zellweger the firebrand local news reporter determined to uncover the mystery behind the team’s latest hero.Sally Hawkins scooped best actress at the Berlin Film Festival for her winning performance at the heart of Mike Leigh’s latest character comedy, Happy-Go-Lucky (18 April). She plays a north London girl who gets wrecked with her mates at night but is a caring schoolteacher by day. Eddie Marsan is terrific as a moody cabbie.Nearly a year after having its premiere in competition at Cannes, Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi’s beautiful adaptation of her own comic strip, arrives in cinemas on 11 April. The story of a girl growing up in the bewildering early days of Ayatollah Khomeini in Tehran, it was surprisingly France’s official Oscar entry but featured only in the animated category - where it lost out to RatatouilleThe month of May brings perhaps the most surprising mainstream casting ever: Robert Downey Jr playing a superhero, albeit (supposedly) one of the most intelligent superheroes ever: Iron Man - aka genius inventor Tony Stark. Gwyneth Paltrow, Jeff Bridges and Terence Howard co-star, Samuel L Jackson has a cameo and Jon Favreau (Swingers, Elf) directs, so it could be fun (2 May).Cassandra’s Dream, Woody Allen’s third London film (after Match Point and the still unreleased Scoop), finds him on doom-laden, tragic form, as two cockney brothers (played by Scot Ewan McGregor and Dubliner Colin Farrell) enter into an immoral pact on behalf of rich uncle Tom Wilkinson. Sally Hawkins (again) steals the show, Hayley Atwell is a femme fatale. There’s a hint of late masterpiece about it. Opens 9 May.Good idea or potential disaster? Like Rocky and Rambo before him, Indiana Jones, played by 65-year-old Harrison Ford, left, comes out of retirement on 22 May in a film directed by Steven Spielberg and (partly) penned by George ‘You might be able to write this shit but you sure as hell can’t say it’ Lucas. With Shia LaBeouf, Cate Blanchett and Alan Dale joining the old gang, we’re surely entitled to ask: whose pension, exactly, is this?Sex and the city Brazenly following in the Manolo-shod footsteps of The Devil Wears Prada, the four girls from the fab TV show Sex and the City attempt a perilous journey to the big screen. Seasoned TV director Michael Patrick King is on the job while originator Candace Bushnell script-advises. Whether it’s any good is irrelevant. Its purpose? To provide more sartorial and largely inaccurate relationship advice for women the world over by tying up a few loose ends in the lives and loves of four middle-aged, oversexed New York women. When SATC (as it’s known among fans) ended in 2004, PR Samantha had a lover and cancer, curator Charlotte and lawyer Miranda were both married, and perpetually single columnist Carrie was snogging Mr Big in la belle Paris. Four different endings have been shot in a bid to prevent Big and Carrie’s marital showdown being leaked in advance. The film looks set to break some box-office records. Expect to queue.Sex and the City: The Movie opens on 29 May

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The best in the arts this spring

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

April’s riches include Son of Rambow (opens 4 April), director Garth Jennings’ nostalgic and delightfully inventive 1980s suburbia story, centring on two schoolboys making a home video - based on Rambo - to send into BBC kids’ show Screen Test. They find a lead actor for their big DIY action flick when the French exchange group arrives.On 11 April, George Clooney takes his serious political hat off and replaces it with a cloth cap to direct and star in Leatherheads, a 1920s romcom about the beginnings of America’s pro-football league. George is the rallying coach, Ren%26eacute;e Zellweger the firebrand local news reporter determined to uncover the mystery behind the team’s latest hero.Sally Hawkins scooped best actress at the Berlin Film Festival for her winning performance at the heart of Mike Leigh’s latest character comedy, Happy-Go-Lucky (18 April). She plays a north London girl who gets wrecked with her mates at night but is a caring schoolteacher by day. Eddie Marsan is terrific as a moody cabbie.Nearly a year after having its premiere in competition at Cannes, Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi’s beautiful adaptation of her own comic strip, arrives in cinemas on 11 April. The story of a girl growing up in the bewildering early days of Ayatollah Khomeini in Tehran, it was surprisingly France’s official Oscar entry but featured only in the animated category - where it lost out to RatatouilleThe month of May brings perhaps the most surprising mainstream casting ever: Robert Downey Jr playing a superhero, albeit (supposedly) one of the most intelligent superheroes ever: Iron Man - aka genius inventor Tony Stark. Gwyneth Paltrow, Jeff Bridges and Terence Howard co-star, Samuel L Jackson has a cameo and Jon Favreau (Swingers, Elf) directs, so it could be fun (2 May).Cassandra’s Dream, Woody Allen’s third London film (after Match Point and the still unreleased Scoop), finds him on doom-laden, tragic form, as two cockney brothers (played by Scot Ewan McGregor and Dubliner Colin Farrell) enter into an immoral pact on behalf of rich uncle Tom Wilkinson. Sally Hawkins (again) steals the show, Hayley Atwell is a femme fatale. There’s a hint of late masterpiece about it. Opens 9 May.Good idea or potential disaster? Like Rocky and Rambo before him, Indiana Jones, played by 65-year-old Harrison Ford, left, comes out of retirement on 22 May in a film directed by Steven Spielberg and (partly) penned by George ‘You might be able to write this shit but you sure as hell can’t say it’ Lucas. With Shia LaBeouf, Cate Blanchett and Alan Dale joining the old gang, we’re surely entitled to ask: whose pension, exactly, is this?Sex and the city Brazenly following in the Manolo-shod footsteps of The Devil Wears Prada, the four girls from the fab TV show Sex and the City attempt a perilous journey to the big screen. Seasoned TV director Michael Patrick King is on the job while originator Candace Bushnell script-advises. Whether it’s any good is irrelevant. Its purpose? To provide more sartorial and largely inaccurate relationship advice for women the world over by tying up a few loose ends in the lives and loves of four middle-aged, oversexed New York women. When SATC (as it’s known among fans) ended in 2004, PR Samantha had a lover and cancer, curator Charlotte and lawyer Miranda were both married, and perpetually single columnist Carrie was snogging Mr Big in la belle Paris.

Four different endings have been shot in a bid to prevent Big and Carrie’s marital showdown being leaked in advance. The film looks set to break some box-office records. Expect to queue.Sex and the City: The Movie opens on 29 May Art Tate Liverpool plays host to Britain’s biggest-ever Klimt exhibitionGustav Klimt How much sensuality can you take? Klimt offers the greatest overload in the history of art. The rich mix is his forte: nudes kissing, lounging, yearning, coupling against a world of gold leaf and jewel-bright colours, a hint of spirituality here balanced by luxurious sexuality there. He is the master of consumption, material and sensual, and by now the very epitome of decadent fin-de-siecle Vienna. But he only caught on worldwide in the Sixties and this belated show is the first comprehensive survey ever staged in Britain. From Salome to The Golden Knight, paintings from all stages of Klimt’s life will be on display: sink into proto-psychedelic opulence. Gustav Klimt, Tate Liverpool, 30 %26#8239;May-31 AugustAlso arriving in Liverpool this spring are some of the biggest names in modern painting: Edouard Manet, Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Camille Pissarro and Edward Hopper in a show at the Walker Art Gallery (18 April-10 August) devoted to Art in the Age of Steam. There will be trains, certainly - think of Hopper’s locomotives disappearing across the prairie - but the focus is on the art of industrial cities: Paris, New York, London, from the birth of the railways until the 1960s.You might think Alberto Giacometti oversold, but in fact there hasn’t been a British show in decades. This one, at the beautiful gallery of Compton Verney in Warwickshire (until 1 June) looks at the sudden development of his thin men in the months following the armistice in 1945. Expect many classics, plus rare portraits, among others, of Jean Genet.Tate Modern’s big spring show is a colossal survey of 20th-century portraiture - Street and Studio: An Urban History of Photography (22 May-31 August) - highly posed indoors, casually snapped on the streets outside. All the master- and mistress- photographers of the century will be represented, from Cartier-Bresson, Arbus and Beaton to Mapplethorpe, Tillmans and Sherman. It all adds up to one in the eye for the NPG.And for anyone more interested in places than people, Modern Art Oxford is celebrating the magical landscapes of the father of American photography, Ansel Adams (2 April-1 June). From the soaring monoliths of Yosemite by moonlight to the ice lakes of Alaska, 70 images of the sublime will represent a career of 50 years.Theatre Tomorrow is another day - and Vanessa Redgrave is Joan DidionGone with the Wind Gone With the Wind, as a musical, has everything going for it. And unless the wind is coming in from the wrong direction, Trevor Nunn’s new adaptation (opening 22 April, New London Theatre) could blow audiences off their feet. Darius Danesh (of Pop Idol) plays Rhett Butler and Jill Paice (who starred in The Woman in White) is Scarlett O’Hara. A Glaswegian Rhett might give you pause for thought but Danesh looks the part (suave ‘n’ dark) and his voice should hit the spot. The ingredients of this tempestuous epic, set in 1860s Atlanta Georgia, never fail: it’s a romantic rollercoaster, America’s sentimental answer to War and Peace. The 1936 novel won its author, Margaret Mitchell, the Pulitzer prize, the movie broke box-office records and this show, with Gareth Valentine at the musical helm, looks like a ticket worth securing before the show goes into preview on 4 April.Yasmina Reza, who wrote Art, has a new play, God of Carnage, on at the Gielgud (opens 24 March). It’s about two couples who meet to discuss a scrap between their children. The warring quartet is high-profile: Ralph Fiennes, Tamsin Greig, Janet McTeer and Ken Stott. It will be fascinating to watch them slug it out. Meanwhile, Howard Brenton also has a new play, Never So Good, coming to the National. It takes in the Suez crisis, adultery and the end of empire. Jeremy Irons plays Harold Macmillan and the cast also includes Anna Carteret and Anna Chancellor (Lyttleton, 26 March-24 May).In April, architecturally inspired company dreamthinkspeak perform a work in the hidden areas of Liverpool’s Anglican Cathedral. One Step Forward, One Step Back draws on Dante’s Paradiso and the city’s landscape, using film, installation, models and live performance (7 April-10 May). A different kind of exploration is involved in poet Tony Harrison’s new play, Fram. It’s about the Norwegian voyager Fridtjof Nansen, who travelled in the Arctic during the 1890s. It promises to bring ice floes, bear-fur sleeping bags and the ghosts of pioneers to the Olivier. Jasper Britton is to play Nansen and Bob Crowley directs (with help from Harrison himself). Previews from 17 April; ends 22 May. And there is another not-to-be-missed chance to catch the National Theatre of Scotland’s tremendous Black Watch, by Gregory Burke, based on interviews with soldiers who served in Iraq. This is an extraordinary piece about what it takes to be part of the ‘War on Terror’. The show comes to England for the first time as part of a UK-wide tour which culminates at the Barbican (20 June-26 July).For those who require musical relief, there is a treat in store. The team behind Les Mis%26eacute;rables (Michel Legrand, Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Sch%26ouml;nberg and Herbert Kretzmer) open the highly anticipated Marguerite, based on La Dame aux Cam%26eacute;lias, but set in occupied Paris. It stars Ruthie Henshall and Julian Ovenden and is the crowd-pleasing last production in Jonathan Kent’s season at the Theatre Royal Haymarket.But it is probably the National’s The Year of Magical Thinking that will (after Gone With the Wind) be the hottest ticket of the season. Vanessa Redgrave reprises her solo Broadway success in Joan Didion’s adaptation of her bestselling memoir, describing her life after the sudden death of John Gregory Dunne, her husband of 40 years. David Hare directs. At the Lyttelton (25 April-20 May).Classical From monsters to Punch, it spells boomtime for BirtwistleLost Highway David Lynch’s 1997 psychological thriller Lost Highway, his exploration of dislocation and desire via the troubled mind of jazz musician Fred Madison, might seem an unlikely candidate for conversion to opera. In its passionate mission to win new audiences for contemporary music-theatre, however, English National Opera has daringly done just that in an imaginative collaboration with the Young Vic designed to become an annual event. ‘A seething combination of sound and image’ is promised as off-Broadway director Diane Paulus adds state-of-the-art extra dimensions such as video footage and surround-sound to 40-year-old Austrian composer Olga Neuwirth’s score.Lost Highway, Young Vic, London SE1, 4-11 AprilA strong season for contemporary music continues in Birmingham on 14 April, when Oliver Knussen conducts the Birmingham Contemporary Music Group in Good Dream She Has, a new setting of texts from Milton’s Paradise Lost by British composer Luke Bedford (CBSO Centre, Birmingham). The following evening sees the Royal Opera stage the world premiere of Harrison Birtwistle’s The Minotaur. Starring John Tomlinson as a monster in search of his identity, it is conducted by Antonio Pappano (Covent Garden, 15 April-3 May).Four days later, in another joint venture with the Young Vic, ENO mounts a new production of Birtwistle’s controversial early work, Punch and Judy, tantalisingly billed as ‘not suitable for under-16s’. This will be the second production of this potent piece in a month, with Music Theatre Wales launching its version at the Linbury Studio Theatre tomorrow.English National Opera returns to more traditional fare with Lehar’s The Merry Widow, in a new staging by veteran John Copley (after the withdrawal of the Southbank’s Jude Kelly), with a cast led by Amanda Roocroft, Alfie Boe and Roy Hudd (Coliseum, London WC2, 26 April-30 May). Glyndebourne’s season opens on 18 May with hot young soprano Danielle de Niese, last year’s show-stealing Cleopatra, as Monteverdi’s version of Nero’s unfaithful empress in L’incoronazione di Poppea, directed by contentious Canadian Robert Carsen (18 May-4 July).Pop Back to basics with minimalist boy-girl duoThe Ting Tings Pop music is far too important to be left to anodyne pop bands. Step forward the Ting Tings, a sunny boy-girl duo from the dour rehearsal spaces of Salford, Greater Manchester. He: Jules De Martino, drums. She: Katie White, sings and plays rudimentary guitar. Some machines flesh out the rest. There’s not much to them and that’s the beauty of it. The Ting Tings’ music is a sassy playground taunt aimed at the dancefloor. Their opening salvo, last year’s infectious demo of ‘That’s Not My Name’, announced an outfit in thrall to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Toni Basil, both righteous and breezy. Their debut album, We Started Nothing, is due out on 19 May. Spring has officially sprung.With a loud, fast new album, Accelerate, REM have just announced summer festival and stadium dates. A gig at the Royal Albert Hall, London, on 24 March, kicks off a season of high-octane action.Ten years since their last (live) album, prodigal heroes Portishead are back with a glowering new one, Third, and a generous European tour (9-17 April). It really has been worth the wait.Last year’s Volta album was Bj%26ouml;rk’s most powerful in years. Her 18-month worldwide jaunt comes to Manchester Apollo on 11 April, bringing with it the usual carnival of unbridled creativity, an all-female brass section and a thumping great urgency (nationwide tour, until 4 May).In the second half of April, Indigo2, London, hosts a brainstorm of eclectic gigs from classy promoters Eat Your Own Ears. Four Tet and Sunburned Hand of the Man (24th), Wu-Tang Clan’s RZA playing as Bobby Digital (28th) and dance label Kompakt celebrating their 15th year (27th) are among the thrills in store.’Progressive patriot’ Billy Bragg is reclaiming St George’s Day from right-wingers. He’s headlining Still Looking for a New England, an alternative celebration of words and music at the Barbican Hall, London, on 23 April.From George to Gilbert: Brazilian guitar maestro Gilberto Gil brings his politically charged songs to the Barbican, London, on 31 March for a welcome one-off solo show.Led Zeppelin fans should indulge in the most gorgeous music that Robert Plant has made in ages, as he merges his voice with bluegrass singer Alison Krauss on a series of elegant covers. Birmingham, Manchester and Cardiff are blessed from 5-8 May, with a final show at Wembley Arena on 22 May.All Tomorrow’s Parties returns to its spiritual home at Camber Sands, East Sussex, on 9-11 May. Webziners Pitchfork curate and Hot Chip, the Hold Steady and Vampire Weekend all play. A second weekend, at Butlins Minehead (16-18 May) is curated by Explosions in the SkyFulfilling boyhood dreams, Kaiser Chiefs have hired their beloved Leeds United’s ground, Elland Road, for a one-day megagig on 24 May. Supports include Kate Nash and the Enemy; more will be announced.Troubled diva Liza Minnelli curtailed her tour last December, after she collapsed at the end of a gig in Gothenburg, Sweden. As befits a showbiz superstar, the show carries on in May. Minnelli plays three nights at the Coliseum, London (from 25 May), before heading across the UK.Finally, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band bring their Magic tour to Arsenal’s Emirates Stadium (30-31 May); Manchester (28) and Cardiff (14 June) are the other pitstops.New albums are coming from Mariah Carey (14 April) and Madonna (28 April), but look out for the Last Shadow Puppets, Arctic Monkeys frontman Alex Turner’s side project (21 April), as well as new music from Spiritualized (19 May).Dance Buddhist monks meet Bruce Lee, plus an electric new work from Wayne McGregorSutra In 2005, Flemish-Moroccan choreographer Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui created the acclaimed Zero Degrees with dancer-choreographer Akram Khan and sculptor Antony Gormley. His new work, Sutra, which features 17 Buddhist warrior-monks from the Shaolin temple in China, reunites him with Gormley, who has constructed an environment for the piece. Both men are fascinated by Buddhism and its expression through kung fu, and their ideas are drawn together to a new score by Szymon Brzoska. Cherkaoui also performs Myth at the same venue, 16-17 May.Sutra, Sadler’s Wells, London EC1, 27-31 MaySadler’s Wells also has the pick of April’s dance events, starting with a season by the highly regarded Nederlands Dans Theater. With works by Jiri Kylian and Leon/Lightfoot, you can count on jaw-dropping production values and thoroughbred dance action. Whether the result adds up to numinous dance-theatre or pretentious spectacle is for you to decide (2-5 April). The following week, Wayne McGregor premieres Entity, a major new piece for Random Dance, set to music by Bj%26ouml;rk collaborator Nico Muhly and electronic master Jon Hopkins. For fans of visceral new dance, this will be one of the season’s hottest tickets.Something chillier on the other side of the Thames, meanwhile, as Maresa von Stockert presents her new piece, Glacier, which will be danced in a world of melting ice and falling snow (Queen Elizabeth Hall, 10, 11 April). In May, hoping to excise memories of its catastrophic 2006 visit orchestrated by Valery Gergiev, St Petersburg’s Kirov Ballet returns to these shores with a shining parcel of classics. Three programmes feature Balanchine’s Jewels, Don Quixote, and a gala night (13-17 May, Lowry, Manchester, 20-24 May Hippodrome, Birmingham).Finally, a promising dance programme at this year’s Brighton Festival includes Ballet National de Marseille’s UK premiere of Metamorphoses (Concert Hall, 3-4 May), and a triple-bill of aerial dance-theatre from Lindsey Butcher’s Gravity and Levity (Corn Exchange, 12-14 May; also touring).TV Alan Sugar and other treatsGossip Girl Blair and Serena used to be BFFs (Best Friends Forever), but then Serena left Manhattan under mysterious circumstances. Now she’s back in New York and hoping to start over, but there’s just one problem: with Blair as your frenemy there’s nowhere to hide. Welcome to Gossip Girl, the teen drama to end all teen dramas and the guiltiest pleasure of the season. Based on the bestselling novels, the funny, frivolous Gossip Girl is a Devil Wears Prada for the prep-school set, with eye candy in the shape of the three male leads, a love story from across the tracks and some of the wittiest putdowns around. Yes, it might be frivolous, but as the anonymous Gossip Girl herself says: ‘You know you love me.’ You may not want to, but in the end you will.Gossip Girl starts 27 March, 9pm, ITV2 The Apprentice is back for a fourth series (BBC1, 26 March) with 16 new egos lining up to feel the force of Sir Alan’s boardroom bark. The usual heady mix of arrogance, incompetence and desperation is assured, but can anyone match the panto presence of Katie Hopkins?Perking things up after the winter glut of costume dramas, Alexander McCall Smith’s The No 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency is a gentle Easter treat for all the family. The Anthony Minghella-Richard Curtis screenplay has soul singer Jill Scott in the lead and comes complete with meerkats, stunning Botswanan landscape and a hilarious cameo from David Oyelowo. (BBC1, Easter Sunday).US hit Dirty Sexy Money (C4, 21 March) promises lots of frothy, flippant fun. A smart send-up of celebrity and the super-rich, it stars Peter Krause (Six Feet Under) as a lawyer with values persuaded by property magnate Tripp Darling (Donald Sutherland) to represent his repulsive family.Julie Walters battles against BBC director-general Hugh Carleton Greene (Hugh Bonneville) in Filth: The Mary Whitehouse Story as the moral crusader holding back a tide of sin and depravity in Britain (BBC2).Throughout spring, BBC4 winds back 700 years to uncover religion, monarchy, architecture and the arts in a special Medieval Season. Highlights include Stephen Fry on the Gutenberg press (April), and Simon Russell Beale examining sacred music (21 March).All our American favourites are back, with the fourth season of Desperate Housewives (C4, 26 March) leading the pack, plus House and Grey’s Anatomy (both five, 20 March), Heroes (BBC2, April), Brothers and Sisters (E4, April) and My Name is Earl (C4, 20 March). Finally, the great British stalwart that is Doctor Who, returns in April (BBC1).

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Hits and misses for the masses

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

MELBOURNE, meet Zac Posen: New York fashion prodigy, lover of
the female form, designer to the stars, and now designer to
Australia’s hoi polloi.
Posen, one of the hottest designers in New York, has dressed the
likes of Cate Blanchett, Kate Winslet, Jennifer Lopez and Naomi
Campbell %26#151; so why is he working for Target?
Brand exposure is the name of the game. Never heard of him? You
have now.
Posen follows in the footsteps of English fashion princess
Stella McCartney, who caused riots when her clothes went on sale
last year, and Australian Josh Goot, whose debut was received in a
more civilised manner.
Posen was in attendance yesterday, dapper in tweed trousers,
pink blazer and silky cravat, when his diffusion range for Target
was unveiled at the Docklands, as the L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion
Festival drew to a close.
It was Posen’s first visit down under, but he had already
determined the native female psyche: “In Australia all these women
are really strong characters so now they have to start dressing
like them.”
When Posen talks fashion he brings to mind the rhapsodic
affirmations and starry-eyed ramblings of New Age gurus. He doesn’t
just design clothes, he makes clothes designed to give women
“creative empowerment” and “empowered femininity”.
“Our woman is a warrior and she needs the really fantastic,
colourful prints balanced with more architectural and structured
pieces,” he has said.
Such hyperbole is in some ways forgiveable %26#151; his signature
designs do speak of a man who loves the female form.
So how did his diffusion range stack up?
The bold silhouettes and detailing of his signature range were
there, but so too were a few misses among the hits %26#151; including
some unforgiving satiny ruched numbers that even Paulini, the
Australian Idol contestant who wore that gold dress,
might have baulked at. Shiny dresses of green and pink just looked
cheap %26#151; if gazelle-like models can’t make them work, who can?
Patterned fabrics that were a cross between paisley and Gucci
didn’t quite work either %26#151; it is difficult to pull off the
swish and glamour of silk when you’re working with less than
natural fibres.
Better were dresses that evoked the simple glamour of the 1950s
%26#151; particularly so, a fabulously sweet dress in red or black,
with a cinched waist, full skirt, boat neck with gold brocade, and
delicately scooped back.
Diffusion is risky business %26#151; it may bring mass exposure,
but it may also discolour, ever so slightly, one’s image.
To wit: will we ever be able to think of Stella McCartney again
without thinking of women willing to punch each other’s lights out
over her taffeta trench?

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Hits and misses for the masses

Monday, March 10th, 2008

MELBOURNE, meet Zac Posen: New York fashion prodigy, lover of
the female form, designer to the stars, and now designer to
Australia’s hoi polloi.
Posen, one of the hottest designers in New York, has dressed the
likes of Cate Blanchett, Kate Winslet, Jennifer Lopez and Naomi
Campbell %26#151; so why is he working for Target?
Brand exposure is the name of the game. Never heard of him? You
have now.
Posen follows in the footsteps of English fashion princess
Stella McCartney, who caused riots when her clothes went on sale
last year, and Australian Josh Goot, whose debut was received in a
more civilised manner.
Posen was in attendance yesterday, dapper in tweed trousers,
pink blazer and silky cravat, when his diffusion range for Target
was unveiled at the Docklands, as the L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion
Festival drew to a close.
It was Posen’s first visit down under, but he had already
determined the native female psyche: “In Australia all these women
are really strong characters so now they have to start dressing
like them.”
When Posen talks fashion he brings to mind the rhapsodic
affirmations and starry-eyed ramblings of New Age gurus. He doesn’t
just design clothes, he makes clothes designed to give women
“creative empowerment” and “empowered femininity”.
“Our woman is a warrior and she needs the really fantastic,
colourful prints balanced with more architectural and structured
pieces,” he has said.
Such hyperbole is in some ways forgiveable %26#151; his signature
designs do speak of a man who loves the female form.
So how did his diffusion range stack up?
The bold silhouettes and detailing of his signature range were
there, but so too were a few misses among the hits %26#151; including
some unforgiving satiny ruched numbers that even Paulini, the
Australian Idol contestant who wore that gold dress,
might have baulked at. Shiny dresses of green and pink just looked
cheap %26#151; if gazelle-like models can’t make them work, who can?
Patterned fabrics that were a cross between paisley and Gucci
didn’t quite work either %26#151; it is difficult to pull off the
swish and glamour of silk when you’re working with less than
natural fibres.
Better were dresses that evoked the simple glamour of the 1950s
%26#151; particularly so, a fabulously sweet dress in red or black,
with a cinched waist, full skirt, boat neck with gold brocade, and
delicately scooped back.
Diffusion is risky business %26#151; it may bring mass exposure,
but it may also discolour, ever so slightly, one’s image.
To wit: will we ever be able to think of Stella McCartney again
without thinking of women willing to punch each other’s lights out
over her taffeta trench?

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Hits and misses for the masses

Sunday, March 9th, 2008

MELBOURNE, meet Zac Posen: New York fashion prodigy, lover of
the female form, designer to the stars, and now designer to
Australia’s hoi polloi.
Posen, one of the hottest designers in New York, has dressed the
likes of Cate Blanchett, Kate Winslet, Jennifer Lopez and Naomi
Campbell %26#151; so why is he working for Target?
Brand exposure is the name of the game. Never heard of him? You
have now.
Posen follows in the footsteps of English fashion princess
Stella McCartney, who caused riots when her clothes went on sale
last year, and Australian Josh Goot, whose debut was received in a
more civilised manner.
Posen was in attendance yesterday, dapper in tweed trousers,
pink blazer and silky cravat, when his diffusion range for Target
was unveiled at the Docklands, as the L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion
Festival drew to a close.
It was Posen’s first visit down under, but he had already
determined the native female psyche: “In Australia all these women
are really strong characters so now they have to start dressing
like them.”
When Posen talks fashion he brings to mind the rhapsodic
affirmations and starry-eyed ramblings of New Age gurus. He doesn’t
just design clothes, he makes clothes designed to give women
“creative empowerment” and “empowered femininity”.
“Our woman is a warrior and she needs the really fantastic,
colourful prints balanced with more architectural and structured
pieces,” he has said.
Such hyperbole is in some ways forgiveable %26#151; his signature
designs do speak of a man who loves the female form.
So how did his diffusion range stack up?
The bold silhouettes and detailing of his signature range were
there, but so too were a few misses among the hits %26#151; including
some unforgiving satiny ruched numbers that even Paulini, the
Australian Idol contestant who wore that gold dress,
might have baulked at. Shiny dresses of green and pink just looked
cheap %26#151; if gazelle-like models can’t make them work, who can?
Patterned fabrics that were a cross between paisley and Gucci
didn’t quite work either %26#151; it is difficult to pull off the
swish and glamour of silk when you’re working with less than
natural fibres.
Better were dresses that evoked the simple glamour of the 1950s
%26#151; particularly so, a fabulously sweet dress in red or black,
with a cinched waist, full skirt, boat neck with gold brocade, and
delicately scooped back.
Diffusion is risky business %26#151; it may bring mass exposure,
but it may also discolour, ever so slightly, one’s image.
To wit: will we ever be able to think of Stella McCartney again
without thinking of women willing to punch each other’s lights out
over her taffeta trench?

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The Myth of the Surge

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

by Nir Rosen

(Rolling Stone)

It’s a cold, gray day in December, and I’m walking down Sixtieth Street in the Dora district of Baghdad, one of the most violent and fearsome of the city’s no-go zones. Devastated by five years of clashes between American forces, Shiite militias, Sunni resistance groups and Al Qaeda, much of Dora is now a ghost town. This is what victory looks like in a once upscale neighborhood of Iraq: Lakes of mud and sewage fill the streets. Mountains of trash stagnate in the pungent liquid. Most of the windows in the sand-colored homes are broken, and the wind blows through them, whistling eerily. House after house is deserted, bullet holes pockmarking their walls, their doors open and unguarded, many emptied of furniture. What few furnishings remain are covered by a thick layer of the fine dust that invades every space in Iraq. Looming over the homes are twelve-foot-high security walls built by the Americans to separate warring factions and confine people to their own neighborhood. Emptied and destroyed by civil war, walled off by President Bush’s much-heralded surge, Dora feels more like a desolate, post-apocalyptic maze of concrete tunnels than a living, inhabited neighborhood. Apart from our footsteps, there is complete silence.

My guide, a thirty-one-year-old named Osama who grew up in Dora, points to shops he used to go to, now abandoned or destroyed: a barbershop, a hardware store. Since the U.S. occupation began, Osama has watched civil war turn the streets where he grew up into an ethnic killing field. After the fall of Saddam, the Americans allowed looters and gangs to take over the streets, and Iraqi security forces were stripped of their jobs. The Mahdi Army, the powerful Shiite paramilitary force led by the anti-American cleric Muqtada al-Sadr, took advantage of the power shift to retaliate in areas such as Dora, where Shiites had been driven from their homes. Shiite forces tried to cleanse the district of Sunni families like Osama’s, burning or confiscating their homes and torturing or killing those who refused to leave.

The Mahdi Army was killing people here, Osama says, pointing to a now-destroyed Shiite mosque that in earlier times had been a cafe and before that an office for Saddam’s Baath Party. Later, driving in the nearby district of Baya, Osama shows me a gas station. They killed my uncle here. He didn’t accept to leave. Twenty guys came to his house, the women were screaming. He ran to the back, but they caught him, tortured him and killed him. Under siege by Shiite militias and the U.S. military, who viewed Sunnis as Saddam supporters, and largely cut out of the Shiite-dominated government, many Sunnis joined the resistance. Others turned to Al Qaeda and other jihadists for protection.

Now, in the midst of the surge, the Bush administration has done an about-face. Having lost the civil war, many Sunnis were suddenly desperate to switch sides ?and Gen. David Petraeus was eager to oblige. The U.S. has not only added 30,000 more troops in Iraq ?it has essentially bribed the opposition, arming the very Sunni militants who only months ago were waging deadly assaults on American forces. To engineer a fragile peace, the U.S. military has created and backed dozens of new Sunni militias, which now operate beyond the control of Iraq’s central government. The Americans call the units by a variety of euphemisms: Iraqi Security Volunteers (ISVs), neighborhood watch groups, Concerned Local Citizens, Critical Infrastructure Security. The militias prefer a simpler and more dramatic name: They call themselves Sahwa, or the Awakening.

At least 80,000 men across Iraq are now employed by the Americans as ISVs. Nearly all are Sunnis, with the exception of a few thousand Shiites. Operating as a contractor, Osama runs 300 of these new militiamen, former resistance fighters whom the U.S. now counts as allies because they are cashing our checks. The Americans pay Osama once a month; he in turn provides his men with uniforms and pays them ten dollars a day to man checkpoints in the Dora district ?a paltry sum even by Iraqi standards. A former contractor for KBR, Osama is now running an armed network on behalf of the United States government. We use our own guns, he tells me, expressing regret that his units have not been able to obtain the heavy-caliber machine guns brandished by other Sunni militias.

The American forces responsible for overseeing volunteer militias like Osama’s have no illusions about their loyalty. The only reason anything works or anybody deals with us is because we give them money, says a young Army intelligence officer. The 2nd Squadron, 2nd Stryker Cavalry Regiment, which patrols Osama’s territory, is handing out $32 million to Iraqis in the district, including $6 million to build the towering walls that, in the words of one U.S. officer, serve only to make Iraqis more divided than they already are. In districts like Dora, the strategy of the surge seems simple: to buy off every Iraqi in sight. All told, the U.S. is now backing more than 600,000 Iraqi men in the security sector ?more than half the number Saddam had at the height of his power. With the ISVs in place, the Americans are now arming both sides in the civil war. Iraqi solutions for Iraqi problems, as U.S. strategists like to say. David Kilcullen, the counterinsurgency adviser to Gen. Petraeus, calls it balancing competing armed interest groups.

But loyalty that can be purchased is by its very nature fickle. Only months ago, members of the Awakening were planting IEDs and ambushing U.S. soldiers. They were snipers and assassins, singing songs in honor of Fallujah and fighting what they viewed as a war of national liberation against the foreign occupiers. These are men the Americans described as terrorists, Saddam loyalists, dead-enders, evildoers, Baathists, insurgents. There is little doubt what will happen when the massive influx of American money stops: Unless the new Iraqi state continues to operate as a vast bribing machine, the insurgent Sunnis who have joined the new militias will likely revert to fighting the ruling Shiites, who still refuse to share power.

We are essentially supporting a quasi-feudal devolution of authority to armed enclaves, which exist at the expense of central government authority, says Chas Freeman, who served as ambassador to Saudi Arabia under the first President Bush. Those we are arming and training are arming and training themselves not to facilitate our objectives but to pursue their own objectives vis-a-vis other Iraqis. It means that the sectarian and ethnic conflicts that are now suppressed are likely to burst out with even greater ferocity in the future.

Maj. Pat Garrett, who works with the 2-2 Stryker Cavalry Regiment, is already having trouble figuring out what to do with all the new militiamen in his district. There are too few openings in the Iraqi security forces to absorb them all, even if the Shiite-dominated government agreed to integrate them. Garrett is placing his hopes on vocational-training centers that offer instruction in auto repair, carpentry, blacksmithing and English. At the end of the day, they want a legitimate living, Garrett says. That’s why they’re joining the ISVs.

But men who have taken up arms to defend themselves against both the Shiites and the Americans won’t be easily persuaded to abandon their weapons in return for a socket wrench. After meeting recently in Baghdad, U.S. officials concluded in an internal report, Most young Concerned Local Citizens would probably not agree to transition from armed defenders of their communities to the local garbage men or rubble cleanup crew working under the gaze of U.S. soldiers and their own families. The new militias have given members of the Awakening their first official foothold in occupied Iraq. They are not likely to surrender that position without a fight. The Shiite government is doing little to find jobs for them, because it doesn’t want them back, and violence in Iraq is already starting to escalate. By funding the ISVs and rearming the Sunnis who were stripped of their weapons at the start of the occupation, America has created a vast, uncoordinated security establishment. If the Shiite government of Iraq does not allow Sunnis in the new militias to join the country’s security forces, warns one leader of the Awakening, It will be worse than before.

Osama, for his part, seems like everything that American forces would want in a Sunni militiaman. He speaks fluent English, wears jeans and baseball caps, and is well-connected from his days with KBR. Before the ISVs were set up, Osama and a dozen of his original men were known to U.S. troops as the Heroes for their work in pointing out Al Qaeda suspects and uncovering improvised explosive devices in Dora. Osama’s men helped find at least sixty of these deadly bombs. In today’s Baghdad, the trust of the American overlords is a valuable commodity. Osama’s power stems almost entirely from his access to U.S. contracts.

As a result, members of the Awakening who had previously attacked Americans and Shiites are now collaborating with Osama. To a large extent they are former insurgents, says Capt. Travis Cox of the 2-2 Stryker Cavalry Regiment. Most of Osama’s men had belonged to Sunni resistance groups such as the Army of the Mujahedeen, the Islamic Army and the 1920 Revolution Brigades, named for the uprising against the British occupation that year. Even Osama admits that some of his men’s loyalty is questionable. Yesterday we arrested three guys as Al Qaeda infiltrators, he tells me. They thought that they were powerful because they are ISV, so no one will touch them. You got to watch them every day.

Osama himself makes no secret of his hatred for the Shiite government and its security forces. As we walk by a checkpoint manned by the Iraqi National Police, which is comprised almost entirely of Shiites, Osama looks at the uniformed officers in disgust. I want to kill them, he tells me, but the Americans make us work together.

Although Osama insists that he has no connections to Al Qaeda or other jihadists, his fellow leaders of the ISVs in Dora are directly tied to the Sunni resistance. Since the Americans often require that each mahala, or neighborhood, have two ISV bosses, Osama has given half of his 300 men to Abu Salih, a man with dark reddish skin, a sharp nose and small piercing eyes. We know Abu Salih is former Al Qaeda of Iraq, a U.S. Army officer from the area tells me. In fact, when I meet with him, Abu Salih freely admits that some of his men belonged to Al Qaeda. They joined the American-sponsored militias, he says, so they could have an identity card as protection should they get arrested.

The other leader working with Osama is Abu Yasser, a handsome and jovial man who wears a matching green sweatshirt and sweatpants, with a pistol in a shoulder holster. Abu Yasser is the real boss, says an American intelligence officer. That guy’s an animal ?he’s crazy. A former member of Saddam’s General Security Service, Abu Yasser had joined the Army of the Mujahedeen, a resistance organization that fought the U.S. occupation in Mosul and south Baghdad. He still has scars on his arms from the battles, and he put my hand on his forearm to feel the shrapnel embedded within. Like Osama and Abu Salih, he views the Shiite-led government as the real enemy. There is no difference between the Mahdi Army and Iran, he tells me. Now that he is working for the Americans, he has no intention of laying down his arms. If the government doesn’t let us join the police, he says, we’ll stay here protecting our area.

To watch the ISVs in action, I accompany U.S. soldiers from the 2-2 Stryker Cavalry Regiment on a mission in the neighborhood. After meeting up with Osama, Abu Salih and Abu Yasser at a police checkpoint, we walk down Sixtieth Street to the Tawhid Mosque, followed by Stryker armored vehicles from the 2-2 SCR. First Lt. Shawn Spainhour, a contracting officer with the unit, asks the sheik at the mosque what help he needs. The mosque’s generator has been shot up by armed Shiites, and the sheik requests $3,000 to fix it. Spainhour takes notes. I probably can do that, he says.

The sheik also asks for a Neighborhood Advisory Council to be set up in his area so it will see our problems. The NACs, as they’re known, are being created and funded by the Americans to give power to Sunnis cut out of the political process. As with the ISVs, however, the councils effectively operate as independent institutions that do not answer to the central Iraqi government. Many Shiites in the Iraqi National Police consider the NACs as little more than a front for insurgents: One top-ranking officer accused the leader of a council in Dora of being an Al Qaeda terrorist. I have an order from the Ministry of Interior to arrest him, the officer told me.

As Spainhour talks to the sheik at the mosque, two bearded, middle-aged men in sweaters suddenly walk up to the Americans with a tip. Two men down the street, they insist, are members of the Mahdi Army. The soldiers quickly get back into the Strykers, as do Osama and his men, and they all race to Mahala 830. There they find a group of young men stringing electrical cables across the street. Some of the men manage to run off, but the eleven who remain are forced into a courtyard and made to squat facing the walls. They all wear flip-flops. Soldiers from the unit take their pictures one by one. The grunts are frustrated: For most of them, this is as close to combat as they have gotten, and they’re eager for action.

Somebody move! shouts one soldier. I’m in the mood to hit somebody!

Another soldier pushes a suspect against the wall. You know Abu Ghraib? he taunts.

The Iraqis do not resist ?they are accustomed to such treatment. Raids by U.S. forces have become part of the daily routine in Iraq, a systematic form of violence imposed on an entire nation. A foreign military occupation is, by its very nature, a terrifying and brutal thing, and even the most innocuous American patrols inevitably involve terrorizing innocent Iraqi civilians. Every man in a market is rounded up and searched at gunpoint. Soldiers, their faces barely visible behind helmets and goggles, burst into a home late at night, rip the place apart looking for weapons, blindfold and handcuff the men as the children look on, whimpering and traumatized. U.S. soldiers are the only law in Iraq, and you are at their whim. Raids like this one are scenes in a long-running drama, and by now everyone knows their part by heart. I bet there’s an Iraqi rap song about being arrested by us, an American soldier jokes to me at one point.

As the soldiers storm into nearby homes, the two men who had tipped off the Americans come up to me, thinking I am a military translator. They look bemused. The Americans, they tell me in Arabic, have got the wrong men. The eleven squatting in the courtyard are all Sunnis, not Shiites; some are even members of the Awakening and had helped identify the Mahdi Army suspects.

I try to tell the soldiers they’ve made a mistake ?it looks like the Iraqis had been trying to connect a house to a generator ?but the Americans don’t listen. All they see are the wires on the ground: To them, that means the Iraqis must have been trying to lay an improvised explosive device. If an IED is on the ground, one tells me, we arrest everybody in a 100-meter radius. As the soldiers blindfold and handcuff the eleven Iraqis, the two tipsters look on, puzzled to see U.S. troops arresting their own allies.

In a nearby house, the soldiers find Mahdi Army propaganda and arrest several men, including one called Sabrin al-Haqir, or Sabrin the mean, an alleged leader of the Mahdi Army. The Strykers transport the prisoners, including the men from the courtyard, to Combat Outpost Blackfoot. Inside, Osama and Abu Salih drink sodas and eat muffins and thank the Americans for arresting Sabrin. Everyone agrees that the mission was a great success ?the kind of street-to-street collaboration that the ISVs were designed to encourage.

The Sunnis from the first house the Americans raided are released, the plastic cuffs that have been digging into their wrists cut off, and three of them are taken to sign sworn statements implicating Sabrin. An American captain instructs them to list who did what, where, when and how. Abu Salih, the militia leader, walks by and tells the men in Arabic to implicate Sabrin in an attack. They dutifully obey, telling the Americans what they want to hear so they will be released.

Osama, meanwhile, uses the opportunity to lobby the Americans for more weapons. Meeting with a sergeant from the unit, he asks if he can have a PKC, or heavy-caliber machine gun, to put on top of his pickup truck.

No, the sergeant says.

But we can hide it, Osama pleads.

After processing, Sabrin is moved to a detainee holding facility at Forward Operating Base Prosperity. At least 25,000 Iraqis are now in such U.S. facilities ?up from 16,000 only a year ago. We were able to confirm through independent reporting that he was a bad guy from the Mahdi Army, a U.S. intelligence officer tells me. He was involved in EJKs ?extrajudicial killings, a military euphemism for murders.

To the Americans, the Awakening represents a grand process of reconciliation, a way to draw more Sunnis into the fold. But whatever reconciliation the ISVs offer lies between the Americans and the Iraqis, not among Iraqis themselves. Most Shiites I speak with believe that the same Sunnis who have been slaughtering Shiites throughout Iraq are now being empowered and legitimized by the Americans as members of the ISVs. On one raid with U.S. troops, I see children chasing after the soldiers, asking them for candy. But when they learn I speak Arabic, they tell me how much they like the Mahdi Army and Muqtada al-Sadr. The Americans are donkeys, one boy says. When they are here we say, ‘I love you,’ but when they leave we say, ‘Fuck you.’

In an ominous sign for the future, some of the Iraqis who are angriest about the new militias are those who are supposed to bring peace and security to the country: the Iraqi National Police. More paramilitary force than street cops, the INP resembles the National Guard in the U.S. Along with the local Iraqi police and the Iraqi army, the INP is populated mainly by members and supporters of the Mahdi Army and other Shiite militias. The police had fought in the civil war, often targeting Sunni civilians and cleansing Sunni areas. One morning I accompany Lt. Col. Myron Reineke of the 2-2 SCR to a meeting at the headquarters of the 7th Brigade of the Iraqi National Police. The brigade is housed in a former home of Ali Hassan al-Majid, the notorious Chemical Ali. Now called a JSS, or joint security station, it is particularly feared by Sunnis, who were frequently kidnapped by the National Police and released for ransom, if they were lucky. The station is also rumored to have been used as a base by Shiite militias for torturing Sunnis.

Reineke finds the brigade’s commander, Brig. Gen. Abdul Karim Abud, sitting behind a large wooden desk surrounded by plastic flowers. Behind him is a photograph of Iraqi President Jalal Talabani. To his side is a shotgun. Five or six of his officers, all Shiites, surround him. Karim and his men greet the delegation of Americans warmly ?but then, the Americans are greeted warmly wherever they go. They assume that this means they are liked, but Iraqis have nothing to lose ?and everything to gain ?by pretending to be their friends.

Karim begins the meeting by accusing the Awakening of being a front for terrorists. We have information that the Baath Party and Al Qaeda have infiltrated Sahwa, he tells Reineke. It’s very dangerous. Sahwa is killing people in Seidiya.

A few days later, I return to meet with Karim without the Americans present. I find him talking to several high-ranking Shiite officers in the Iraqi army about members of the Awakening, who have been taking over homes in Dora that once belonged to Shiites. We need to bring back the Shiites, but the Sunnis are in the houses, one colonel tells Karim. This battle is bigger than the other battles ?this is the battle of the displaced. To these men, the Awakening is reviled: Eavesdropping on their Arabic conversation, I hear him angrily condemn killers, terrorists, ugly pigs!

Karim’s phone rings, and he begins talking with a superior officer about a clash the previous day between the Awakening and armed Shiite militias. The ISVs had battled the Mahdi Army, but Karim blames U.S. troops for establishing an ISV unit in the area. American officers took Sahwa men to a sector where they shouldn’t be, he says. Residents saw armed men not in uniforms and shot at them from buildings. Four Sahwa were injured. My battalion was called in to help. After listening for a moment, he agrees with his superior officer on a solution: Members of the Awakening must be forced out. Yes, sir, he says. Sahwa will withdraw from that area. They started the problem.

Away from the Americans, Karim and his men make no secret of their hatred for the Awakening. One of the most frequent visitors to Karim’s headquarters is a stern and thuggish man named Abu Jaafar. A Shiite known to the Americans as Sheik Ali, Abu Jaafar has his own ISV unit of 100 men in the Saha neighborhood of Dora. He may not be JAM, an American major tells me, using the common shorthand for the Mahdi Army, but he has a lot of JAM friends.

The Awakening, Abu Jaafar tells me, is full of men who once belonged not just to the 1920 Revolution Brigades and the Army of the Mujahedeen but also to Al Qaeda. He pulls out a list of forty-six people from the neighborhood. Criminals in Sahwa, he says. He points to two names. The Americans told me, ‘If you see these two men, you can kill them or bring them to us.’ Now they are wearing the Sahwa uniform. They say they have reconciled.

Abu Jaafar looks at me and smiles. Shiites, he says, do not need the Awakening. We are already awake, he says. Our eyes are open. We know everything. We’re just waiting.

U.S. troops who work with the Iraqi National Police realize that beyond their gaze, the country’s security forces do not act anything like police. The INPs here are almost all Shiites, says Maj. Jeffrey Gottlieb, a lanky tank officer who oversees a unit charged with training Iraqi police. Orders from their chain of command are usually to arrest Sunnis, not Shiites. The police have also been conducting what Gottlieb calls United Van Lines missions ?resettling displaced Shiite families in homes abandoned by Sunnis. The National Police ask, ‘Can you help us move a family’s furniture?’ We don’t know if the people coming back were even from here originally. Gottlieb shrugs. We don’t know as much as we could, because we don’t know Arabic, he says.

Gottlieb had recently conducted an inventory of the weapons assigned to the 172 INP ?short for 1st Battalion, 7th Brigade, 2nd Division. There were 550 weapons missing, including pistols, rifles and rocket-propelled grenade launchers. Guys take weapons when they go AWOL, he says. The police were also reporting fake engagements and then transferring to Shiite militias the ammunition they had supposedly fired. It was funny how they always expended 400 rounds of ammunition, Gottlieb says.

Then there is the problem of ghost police. Although 542 men officially belong to the 172 INP on paper, only 200 or so show up at any given time. Some are on leave, but many simply do not exist, their salaries pocketed by officers. Officers get a certain number of ghosts, Gottlieb tells me. He looks at a passing American soldier. I need some ghosts, he jokes. How much are you making?

When I go to visit the 172 INP, American officers from the 2-2 SCR admonish me to wear my body armor ?to protect myself from accidental discharges by the Iraqi police. I did convoy security in the Sunni Triangle and was hit by numerous IEDs, complex attacks, small arms, Capt. Cox tells me. But I never felt closer to death than when I was working with Iraqi security forces.

The night I arrive, thirty-five members of the Iraqi National Police are going out on a joint raid with Americans from the National Police Training Team. The raid is being led by Capt. Arkan Hashim Ali, a trim thirty-year-old Iraqi with a shaved head and a sharp gaze. Because seventy-five percent of all officer positions in the INP are vacant, officers like Arkan often end up assuming many roles at once. Arkan gathers his men in an empty room for a mission briefing. Cardboard and Styrofoam models have been arranged to replicate the Humvees and pickup trucks they will be using. The men all wear the same blue uniforms, but they sport a hodgepodge of helmets, flak jackets and boots.

Today we have an operation in Mahala 830, Arkan announces. Do you know it? Our target is an Al Qaeda guy. Salah and Muhamad, two brothers suspected of working with Al Qaeda, would be visiting their brother Falah’s home that night. Falah was known as Falah al-Awar, or the one-eyed, because he had lost one of his eyes. Arrested two weeks earlier by the Americans, he had revealed under interrogation that his brothers were involved in attacking and kidnapping Americans. He dimed his brothers out, an American officer tells me.

The briefing over, Arkan asks his men to repeat his instructions, ordering them to shout the answers. Then they head out on the raid.

At Falah’s house, the INPs move quickly, climbing over the wall and breaking the main gate. Bursting into the house, they herd the women and children into the living room while they bind Muhamad’s hands with strips of cloth. Muhamad begins to cry. My father is dead, he sobs. Arkan reassures him but also controls him, holding the top of Muhamad’s head with his hand, as if he were palming a basketball. The women in the house ask how long the two brothers will be taken for. Arkan tells them they are being held for questioning and describes where his base is. Then the INPs speed off in their pickup trucks, causing the Americans to smile at their rush to get away.

We just picked up some Sunnis, jokes an American sergeant. We’re getting the fuck outta here.

The next day, Sunni leaders from the area meet with the American soldiers. The two brothers, they claim, are innocent. Before the 2-2 SCR arrived, the 172 INP had a history of going on forays into Sunni neighborhoods just to punish civilians. Fearing for their safety, the Sunni leaders ask if the two brothers can be transferred to American custody.

The Americans know that the entire raid may have been simply another witch hunt, a way for the Shiite police to intimidate Sunni civilians. The INP, U.S. officers concede, use Al Qaeda as a scare word to describe all Sunni suspects.

Yeah, the moral ambiguity of what we do is not lost on me, Maj. Gottlieb tells me. We have no way of knowing if those guys did what they say they did.

With American forces now arming both sides in the civil war, the violence in Iraq has once again started to escalate. In January, some 100 members of the new Sunni militias ?whom the Americans have now taken to calling the Sons of Iraq ?were assassinated in Baghdad and other urban areas. In one attack, a teenage bomber blew himself up at a meeting of Awakening leaders in Anbar Province, killing several members of the group. Most of the attacks came from Al Qaeda and other Sunni factions, some of whom are fighting for positions of power in the new militias.

One day in early February, I accompany several of the ISV leaders from Dora to the Sahwa Council, the Awakening’s headquarters in Ramadi. They are hoping to translate their local military gains into a political advantage by gaining the council’s stamp of approval. On the way, Abu Salih admires a pickup truck outfitted with a Dushka, a large Russian anti-aircraft gun. Now that’s Sahwa, Abu Salih says, gazing wistfully at the weapon. Then he spots more Sahwa men driving Humvees armed with belt-fed machine guns. Ooh, he murmurs, look at that PKC.

At Sahwa headquarters, in an opulent guest hall, Abu Salih meets Sheik Ahmed Abu Risha, brother of the slain founder of the movement, who sits on an ornate, thronelike chair. How is Dora? he asks Abu Salih, sounding like a king inquiring about his subject’s estate. Then he leads us into a smaller office, where three of Abu Salih’s rivals from Dora are gathered. All of the men refer to Abu Risha with deference, calling him our older brother and our father. It is a strange reversal of past roles: urban Sunnis from Baghdad pledging their allegiance to a desert tribal leader, looking to the periphery for protection and political representation. But the Americans have empowered Abu Risha, and Baghdad’s Sunni militiamen hope to unite with him to fight their Shiite rivals.

It doesn’t take long, however, for the meeting to devolve into open hostility. One of the rivals dismisses Abu Salih and his men as mere guards, not true Sahwa. You are military, and we are political, he jeers, accusing Abu Salih of having been a member of Al Qaeda. Abu Salih turns red and waves his arms over his head. Nobody lies about Abu Salih! he shouts.

Abu Risha’s political adviser attempts to calm the men. Are we in the time of Saddam Hussein? he asks. The rivals should hold elections in Dora, he suggests, to decide who will represent the Awakening there. In the end, though, Abu Salih emerges from the meeting with official recognition from the council. All of the men speak with respect for the resistance and jihad. To them, the Awakening is merely a hudna, or cease-fire, with the American occupation. The real goal is their common enemy: Iraq’s Shiites.

Some of the escalating violence in recent weeks is the work of the Mahdi Army and other Shiite paramilitary forces to intimidate Sunnis like Abu Salih and prevent members of the Awakening from cooperating with the Americans. Even members of the Iraqi National Police who refuse to take sides in the bloody rivalry are being targeted. Capt. Arkan, the Iraqi who led the raid for the 172 INP, has tried to remain nonsectarian in the midst of the bitter new divisiveness that is tearing Iraq apart. Like others who served in the Iraqi army before the U.S. occupation, he sees himself as a soldier first and foremost. Most of the officers that came back to the police are former army officers, he says. Their loyalty is to their country. His father is Shiite, but Arkan was forced to leave his home in the majority-Shiite district of Shaab after he was threatened by the Mahdi Army, who demanded that he obtain weapons for them. He had paid a standard $600 bribe to join the police, but he was denied the job until a friend intervened.

Before the war, it was just one party, Arkan tells me. Now we have 100,000 parties. I have Sunni officer friends, but nobody lets them get back into service. First they take money, then they ask if you are Sunni or Shiite. If you are Shiite, good. He dreams of returning to the days when the Iraqi army served the entire country. In Saddam’s time, nobody knew what is Sunni and what is Shiite, he says. The Bush administration based its strategy in Iraq on the mistaken notion that, under Saddam, the Sunni minority ruled the Shiite majority. In fact, Iraq had no history of serious sectarian violence or civil war between the two groups until the Americans invaded. Most Iraqis viewed themselves as Iraqis first, with their religious sects having only personal importance. Intermarriage was widespread, and many Iraqi tribes included both Sunnis and Shiites. Under Saddam, both the ruling Baath Party and the Iraqi army were majority Shiite.

Arkan, in a sense, is a man in the middle. He believes that members of the Awakening have the right to join the Iraqi security forces, but he also knows that their ranks are filled with Al Qaeda and other insurgents. Sahwa is the same people who used to be attacking us, he says. Yet he does not trust his own men in the INP. Three-fourths of them are Mahdi Army, he tells me, locking his door before speaking. His own men pass information on him to the Shiite forces, which have threatened him for cooperating with the new Sunni militias. One day, Arkan was summoned to meet with the commander of his brigade’s intelligence sector. When he arrived, he found a leader of the Mahdi Army named Wujud waiting for him.

Arkan, be careful ?we will kill you, Wujud told him. I know where you live. My guys will put you in the trunk of a car.

I ask Arkan why he had not arrested Wujud. They know us, he says. I’m not scared for myself. I’ve had thirty-eight IEDs go off next to me. But I’m scared for my family.

Later I accompany Arkan to his home. As we approach an INP checkpoint, he grows nervous. Even though he is an INP officer, he does not want the police to know who he is, lest his own men inform the Mahdi Army about his attitude and the local INPs, who are loyal to the Mahdi Army, target him and his family. At his home, his two boys are watching television in the small living room. I’ve decided to leave my job, Arkan tells me. No one supports us. The Americans are threatening him if he doesn’t pursue the Mahdi Army more aggressively, while his own superiors are seeking to fire him for the feeble attempts he has made to target the Mahdi Army.

On my final visit with Arkan, he picks me up in his van. For lack of anywhere safe to talk, we sit in the front seat as he nervously scans every man who walks by. He is not optimistic for the future. Arkan knows that the U.S. surge has succeeded only in exacerbating the tension among Iraq’s warring parties and bickering politicians. The Iraqi government is still nonexistent outside the Green Zone. While U.S.-built walls have sealed off neighborhoods in Baghdad, Shiite militias are battling one another in the south over oil and control of the lucrative pilgrimage industry. Anbar Province is in the hands of Sunni militias who battle each other, and the north is the scene of a nascent civil war between Kurds, Arabs and Turkmen. The jobs promised to members of the Awakening have not materialized: An internal U.S. report concludes that there is no coherent plan at this time to employ them, and the U.S. Agency for International Development is reluctant to accept any responsibility for the jobs program because it has a high likelihood of failure. Sunnis and even some Shiites have quit the government, which is unable to provide any services, and the prime minister has circumvented parliament to issue decrees and sign agreements with the Americans that parliament would have opposed.

But such political maneuvers don’t really matter in Iraq. Here, street politics trump any illusory laws passed in the safety of the Green Zone. As the Awakening gains power, Al Qaeda lies dormant throughout Baghdad, the Mahdi Army and other Shiite forces prepare for the next battle, and political assassinations and suicide bombings are an almost daily occurrence. The violence, Arkan says, is getting worse again.

The situation won’t get better, he says softly. An officer of the Iraqi National Police, a man charged with bringing peace to his country, he has been reduced to hiding in his van, unable to speak openly in the very neighborhood he patrols. Thanks to the surge, both the Shiites and the Sunnis now have weapons and legitimacy. And what can come of that, Arkan asks, except more fighting?

Many people in Sahwa work for Al Qaeda, he says. The national police are all loyal to the Mahdi Army. He shakes his head. You work hard to build a house, and somebody blows up your house. Will they accept Sunnis back to Shiite areas and Shiites back to Sunni areas? If someone kills your brother, can you forget his killer?

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The Myth of the Surge

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

by Nir Rosen

(Rolling Stone)

It’s a cold, gray day in December, and I’m walking down Sixtieth Street in the Dora district of Baghdad, one of the most violent and fearsome of the city’s no-go zones. Devastated by five years of clashes between American forces, Shiite militias, Sunni resistance groups and Al Qaeda, much of Dora is now a ghost town. This is what victory looks like in a once upscale neighborhood of Iraq: Lakes of mud and sewage fill the streets. Mountains of trash stagnate in the pungent liquid. Most of the windows in the sand-colored homes are broken, and the wind blows through them, whistling eerily. House after house is deserted, bullet holes pockmarking their walls, their doors open and unguarded, many emptied of furniture. What few furnishings remain are covered by a thick layer of the fine dust that invades every space in Iraq. Looming over the homes are twelve-foot-high security walls built by the Americans to separate warring factions and confine people to their own neighborhood. Emptied and destroyed by civil war, walled off by President Bush’s much-heralded surge, Dora feels more like a desolate, post-apocalyptic maze of concrete tunnels than a living, inhabited neighborhood. Apart from our footsteps, there is complete silence.

My guide, a thirty-one-year-old named Osama who grew up in Dora, points to shops he used to go to, now abandoned or destroyed: a barbershop, a hardware store. Since the U.S. occupation began, Osama has watched civil war turn the streets where he grew up into an ethnic killing field. After the fall of Saddam, the Americans allowed looters and gangs to take over the streets, and Iraqi security forces were stripped of their jobs. The Mahdi Army, the powerful Shiite paramilitary force led by the anti-American cleric Muqtada al-Sadr, took advantage of the power shift to retaliate in areas such as Dora, where Shiites had been driven from their homes. Shiite forces tried to cleanse the district of Sunni families like Osama’s, burning or confiscating their homes and torturing or killing those who refused to leave.

The Mahdi Army was killing people here, Osama says, pointing to a now-destroyed Shiite mosque that in earlier times had been a cafe and before that an office for Saddam’s Baath Party. Later, driving in the nearby district of Baya, Osama shows me a gas station. They killed my uncle here. He didn’t accept to leave. Twenty guys came to his house, the women were screaming. He ran to the back, but they caught him, tortured him and killed him. Under siege by Shiite militias and the U.S. military, who viewed Sunnis as Saddam supporters, and largely cut out of the Shiite-dominated government, many Sunnis joined the resistance. Others turned to Al Qaeda and other jihadists for protection.

Now, in the midst of the surge, the Bush administration has done an about-face. Having lost the civil war, many Sunnis were suddenly desperate to switch sides ?and Gen. David Petraeus was eager to oblige. The U.S. has not only added 30,000 more troops in Iraq ?it has essentially bribed the opposition, arming the very Sunni militants who only months ago were waging deadly assaults on American forces. To engineer a fragile peace, the U.S. military has created and backed dozens of new Sunni militias, which now operate beyond the control of Iraq’s central government. The Americans call the units by a variety of euphemisms: Iraqi Security Volu