I really loved this book. I think it and Jason Elliott’s are the best two on Afghanistan. Rory Stewart is now a Conservative MP for Penrith. I went to listen to him speak at the open selection hustings for Bracknell constituency. He was good, and I voted for him but he wasn’t selected. Previously he has written for the New York Times Magazine and the London Review of Books. Prior to that he was a fellow at Harvard’s John F. Kennedy School of Government. Before that he had been a soldier and diplomat. He has had an interesting career trajectory to say the least! The Places In Between – US link
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is his story of a journey. In January 2002, having just spent 16 months walking across Iran, Pakistan, India, and Nepal, Stewart began a walk across Afghanistan from Herat to Kabul. Although the Taliban had been ousted several weeks earlier, Stewart was launching a journey through a devastated, unsettled, and unsafe landscape. The recounting of that journey makes for an engrossing, surprising, and often deeply moving portrait of the land and the peoples who inhabit it. Stewart relates his encounters with ordinary villagers, security officials, students, displaced Taliban officials, foreign-aid workers, and rural strongmen, and his descriptions of the views and attitudes of those he lived with are presented in frank, unvarnished terms. Nation building in Afghanistan remains a work in progress, and The Places In Between – US link
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should help those who wish to understand the complexities of that task.

One shortcoming of the book is the lack of personal context. We never really find out why Stewart decided to walk across Afghanistan only a few months after the Taliban were deposed, but what emerges from the last leg of his two-year journey across Asia is a lesson in good travel writing. By turns harrowing and meditative, Stewart’s trek through Afghanistan in the footsteps of the 15th-century emperor Babur (after whom he named his guard dog) is edifying at every step, grounded by his knowledge of local history, politics and dialects. His prose is lean and unsentimental: whether pushing through chest-high snow in the mountains of Hazarajat or through villages still under de facto Taliban control, his descriptions offer a cool assessment of a landscape and a people eviscerated by war, forgotten by time and isolated by geography. The writing is so good that you hardly notice that Stewart shares so little emotional background. His identity is discerned only by inference. Sometimes we get the sense he cares more for preserving history than for the people who live in it though that may do him a disservice. Though a recent mini-gaffe by him may prove the point as he recounts in a piece in The Telegraph:
In my fourth week (at Parliament), a friendly journalist spent a morning with me and I woke up on Sunday to six-inch tabloid headlines, accusing me of calling my constituents “primitives”. While I was trying to explain that I hadn’t, the same story was being sent to every newsdesk by the Press Association, so that by Monday I was in seven national newspapers and a dozen blogs, and trying to defend myself on two TV stations and three radio programmes. I had been running along on a sunny afternoon, smiling, smack into a glass wall. I was attacked for my attitude to my constituents, the one group with whom I felt I had developed a meaningful and, I hoped, lasting relationship, and found some purpose since my election.
Read the whole piece to understand the guy a little more then read The Places In Between – US link
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and enjoy!