A Conversation with Dan Fesperman about The Prisoner of Guantanamo
You set your last novel, The Warlord's Son, in Afghanistan. Your new
novel, The Prisoner of Guantanamo, is set at the now famous prison camp. Why is
it important for you to base your fiction on current events?
I've always been fascinated by the way events in the here and now echo so much
of what has gone on before. So I guess you could say that it's not just the immediacy I find attractive, it's also the timelessness. In Afghanistan, foreign
empires have been blundering around for centuries, always faring worst when
they're convinced they know best. How could you not be intrigued by the
possibilities of exploring the way that's playing out now, right under our
Guantanamo, to me at least, represents yet another period in our history when
we've let hubris and insecurity push us to the limits of what is considered
"American behavior." There is a side to us that, when threatened, wants to just
kick ass and take names and forget about rules and rights for a while. But if
you look back through history, this has always produced its own set of problems.
So it was fascinating for me to offer a fictional take on some of the forces in
collision down at Gitmo.
When and why did you decide that you wanted to set a novel at Guantanamo?
It partly goes back to a trip I took there way back in the late 1970s,
covering a troop exercise ordered by President Jimmy Carter during a time of
tension with Cuba. The place was much more isolated thenno Internet, no
satellite dish TV, no 24-hour news cycleand it struck me as one of the more
surreal landscapes I'd ever set foot on. So when the Pentagon decided to turn
the place into a sort of American Devil's Island, I couldn't resist the lure of
the atmospheric possibilities. Six-hundred prisoners from 19 countries, plucked
from the heart of the age-old East-West divide, surrounded by a few thousand
soldiers who are slowly going stir crazy in the tropical heat. And everything is
watched closely by the Cubans in their watchtowers. The geography is also very
striking. Look in one direction and you would think you were in the high desert,
with big cactus plants all over the hills. Turn around and you're staring at a
Caribbean vista you might find at Club Med. Then a three-foot iguana strolls by,
followed by a Marine on patrol in greasepaint and camouflage. Perfect.
How did you research The Prisoner of Guantanamo? How much access did you
have to the camp?
I took the Pentagon's standard two-day media tour, which involves a whole
lot of minders following and monitoring your every move, plus a brief swing
through the prison itself. You're ordered not to speak with any prisoner. In
fact, if you even make a hand signal or extended eye contact, the rules say
you're kicked out, although in reality the prisoners stare at you and you stare
right back. At the time there were only a few other visitorsa couple of BBC
guys and a camera crew. The military let us talk to guards, officers, cooks,
doctors, chaplains and so on, but never without an Army press officer sitting or
standing nearby, so you were never sure about the candor except in response to
the most innocuous
questions. We also got a peek at Camp Iguana, the juvenile cellblock over on a
bluff by the ocean. The best part of the experience was simply getting a
physical feel for the place, for the sake of getting a grasp of the
atmospherics. Most of the rest of my research occurred after I got back, and
involved speaking with interrogators and officers who had done a hitch there.
They were a lot more candid about everything one-on-one, with no minders around.
The trove of hundreds of Gitmo memos unearthed by the American Civil Liberties
Union in a Freedom of Information request was also invaluable, in that it
offered a nice window onto the infighting between the FBI and the Pentagon over
In your novel, you portray Guantanamo as an intricate, secretive world
where no one is to be trusteda world within a world. How true to life is this
I think the rampant mistrust was particularly prevalent during the period
when the book was setlate summer of 2003. Just as in the novel, there were some
arrests made then of a couple of Arabic speakers who were charged with
espionage. There was a lot of loose talk about a possible spy ring, and at one
time as many as a dozen people were under suspicion, so the atmosphere was
fairly poisonous. Most of the charges came to nothing, and in the end some
skeptics suggested they had a lot more to do with personal vendettas and
cultural misunderstandings, which was hardly surprising. An odd footnote to that
was that the first person arrested, a Muslim Army chaplain, was a fellow I'd
interviewed down there only a few weeks earlier. He was mild-mannered, and so
careful in his answers that he was practically no help at all for my purposes,
although when I bumped into him later at dinner he loosened up a bit. From the
moment I first heard about the charges against him, it didn't seem to fit with
the man's personality. Sure enough, the whole case against him fell apart, and
turned out to be nothing. But in a hothouse environment like Gitmo, the smallest
little shoots of suspicion can grow into something pretty menacing almost
overnight. That whole episode gave me a much better understanding of some of the
dynamics down there.
Revere Falk, the main character and an interrogator at the camp, is an
Arabic speaker assigned to try to break a disturbed Yemeni who may or may not
have valuable intelligence. How dangerous is this work for interrogators,
especially for those who speak Arabic?
I don't think it's dangerous at all, except maybe to your mental
stability. The people you're interrogating are chained to the floor, you have an
MP nearby at all times, and you're pretty much in complete control of the
situation. The prisoners don't know your name, and there's no way you're going
to tell them. The biggest hazard, if you can call it that, is possible damage to
your career. The FBI peopleat least in the time I'm dealing with in the
bookran up against a lot of frustration in trying to do things their own way,
and felt like they were often spinning their wheels. The military officers were
under a lot of pressure to get results, and weren't always happy with the
shortcuts they were taking to get them. It's a pretty terrible place to have to
go to work every day, and people tend to burn out quickly. But it sure beats the
hell out of being on the other side of the wire.
As Falk investigates the death of an American soldier who washed up on the
wrong side of the border in Cuba, he realizes that operatives from his own
government are trying to bury the investigation. Unfortunately, we see this
happen in our own government, with the Abu Ghraib prison scandal, for instance.
How much did this influence your story?
I don't think it was Abu Ghraib that influenced me as much as the usual
institutional tendency of all organizations, whether the Pentagon or General
Motors, to try and sweep embarrassing problems under the rug. For a writer, the
fun part is that this urge to cover up often produces more problems than it
solves, and it sets up a lot of interesting tensions. Your characters are faced
with choices between the organization's values and their own. Everybody has to
do a lot of thinking about what is right, and what is just, and whether or not
those standards are flexible when you're facing an enemy who doesn't play by the
same rules. And if you're covering your tracks, isn't that really a tacit
admission that you're ashamed of the course you've chosen? It's a terrible thing
to be caught in the middle of, but it offers pretty wonderful material for
Your novels are always incredibly topical and yet also highly entertaining
page turners. How do you achieve that balance of providing both information and
You always have to value the needs of the story and the needs of your
characters over the need to be topical. Once you've captured the essence of a
place you can pretty much take the story in any direction you want without
sacrificing plausibility. You hope that the feel of the moment will accurately
reflect the temper of the times. But this doesn't mean you're trying to mimic
reality. What you're striving for is an alternative reality. The scenery may
look the same, and smell the same, and the issues at stake might be familiar
enough to anyone who has been following the headlines. But once your characters
begin to live and breathe you've got your own world to manage, and that's when
you stop worrying about what's going on in the real one.
This is your fourth novel. Will you continue to draw on your experiences
as a journalist for your next work of fiction? What are you working on?
In October I did some traveling for research as a novelist only. It was a
first for me, even if the necessary techniques for interviewing and digging out
material are pretty much the same. I was in Jordan and Greece for a few weeks,
talking to a lot of people and visiting sites that I want to use in the next
book. I've also been speaking with some humanitarian aid workers about their
experiences in different countries where I used to travel. The book I've got in
mind will feature an aid worker who thinks he is just about to enjoy the fruits
of an early retirement, but is instead recruited into a covert operation in
Jordan, infiltrating an organization run by an old Palestinian friend of his.
It's sort of an Eric Ambler type of tale about a fellow with no experience in the
secret world who is suddenly thrust among the professionals, for better or
worse, and it will touch upon both the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and the
current U.S. drive to identify financing sources of terror networks.
A Conversation with Dan Fesperman about
The Warlord's Son
What made you want to set a novel in Afghanistan?
Afghanistan is one of the great, exotic theaters of the current rising
struggle between East and West, which is shaping up as a sort of new Cold War.
That, plus it has always been a prime setting for intrigue throughout history.
Empires always end up meddling there, and almost always end up blundering or
miscalculating, usually by underestimating the locals. There is something both
current and timeless about that. So when I got the chance to travel there a few
years agoduring the same period in which the book is set, in factI knew I
had to use the setting. The atmospherics were just too wonderful to pass up.
What exactly is a Warlord in the context of this book?
He is a tribal chieftain, a man on the make with turf to protect, interests
to look out for, and well-armed rivals to deal with. Outside powers have always
tried to put such people to work for them in Afghanistan and along the
North-West frontier, but somehow, as in the case of Najeeb's dad, the warlords
always seem to get the better of the relationship. They get what they need,
whether its weapons or money or a certain sort of leverage, and in exchange the
donor often gets an unreliable ally, depending on his mood of the moment. If you
look at Afghanistan now, and also the adjacent tribal areas of Pakistan, they
are still largely run by networks of warlords. They tend to view Hamid Karzai as
the mayor of Kabul, whose more grandiose title of president is tolerated as long
as he doesn't interfere too greatly in their affairs.
Throughout the novel, Skelly puts himself in unbelievably dangerous
situations for the sake of the "story." I'm sure you've
known many journalists like this, or may even recognize this trait in yourself.
How would you explain it?
The funny thing is that, except for the firefight, neither Skelly nor most
any journalist who has covered war and upheaval abroad would necessarily argue
that Skelly is much of a risk taker. It's not so much that you get enured to
the dangers as much as you realize, once you're on the scene, that no place is
as dangerous as it seems from afar. Even in the midst of war zones there are
sanctuaries, pockets of relative tranquility. The trick is in learning how to
move back and forth between the hot and cold zones without taking too much risk.
Of course, some of this attitude, whether from me or from Skelly, is convenient
self-delusion. We tell ourselves we know what we're doing, and that's fine
until circumstances veer out of control. Then you find yourself huddling in the
rocks and dodging fire, and wondering if any story could possibly be worth all
The title character, Najeeb, is a journalist in Pakistan as well as a
translator and guide who went to University in the U.S. He is an
intriguing mix of the traditional views he was raised with and the modern ideas
he's been exposed to in the States. How prevalent are people like Najeeb
in the Middle East?
More prevalent than you might think. Throughout the Middle East, and very
much so over in Pakistan, you're always running into people who have relatives
in America or Great Britain. In more educated circles it's even more frequent.
But, to give you one example from some other travels, once in a benighted rural
corner of the Balkans I was subjected to a half-hour political lecture by a
nationalistic young thug who couldn't have seemed more out of touch with the
modern world of the West. Of course, he then informed me that he had three
uncles in California. Episodes like that happen in the Middle East as well.
Plus, there's a lot of exposure to our culture through portals like the
Internet, or films and television. What makes Najeeb exceptional is that he's
from the Tribal Areas, which have remained relatively isolated. But there have
been cases of suddenly wealthy chieftains who, either to make a point or to
impress their rivals, have sent their sons abroad for university educations,
just in the way Najeeb got his college degree.
There is a lot of curiosity about the Muslim culture. Were you
trying to present a specific image in your writing of this novel? If so, how do
you think readers will react to your portrayal of that culture?
Not so much a specific image of Muslim culture, because that would be about
as difficult as trying to nail down the Christian culture within the framework
of a single character. I was trying to present a slice of it, with someone who,
while devout, isn't particularly slavish in his devotion. He does some of the
little things wrongdoesn't always wash up before prayers, for example, or
carries his teacup around, sipping at it just before unrolling his prayer rug.
But not every Muslim, even among the devout, always follows every rule or
restriction to the letter. I think a lot of Americans share Skelly's
misconception -- thinking that any Muslim who's a true believer must be at
least a borderline fanatic. But Skelly's lack of understanding also has to do
with the uneasy relationship between the sacred and the secular, a point of
friction just as likely to be found between, say, evangelical Christians and
some of their secular neighbors, as between Muslims and Christians. Whenever any
of these sides drift apart and stop talking to each other, whether its within
the same town or across national borders, the misconceptions and conflicts only
At one point in the story, Skelly, the American war correspondent,
looks around at a blood-thirsty crowd and recognizes it as a scene that he has
seen in many places, including America. How distant would you say America
is from the violence that occurs in other places?
Every culture in the world is just one good shove away from the precipice of
barbarism. The easy example is the Germans under Hitler, or more recently the
people who'd lived side by side for 50 years in Tito's Yugoslavia. They
spent all that time modernizing and saying the right things, yet the seed was
always there for their own destruction once they got that push from the
politicians and the fear-mongers. Remove the established order from any place
for an appreciable time and the mob will always assert itself, generally with
ugly results. Give them a rope and you've got a lynching. Give them machetes
and you have Rwanda. Give them 20-plus years to go after each other and you've
got Afghanistan, with everything ruined and broken. The pity of it is that the
number of people who would opt for reason, or for peaceful resolution, almost
always outnumbers the rabble rousers and hotheads. Yet somehow the latter bunch
always seems to prevail the moment you've removed the controls.
Najeeb, Skelly's translator, commits what is seen in his culture as
an unforgivable sinbetraying his family. Do you believe that there are
any unforgivable acts when it comes to family?
It depends on the family, really. A few friends of mine have been disowned by
their parents for marrying out of their faithand these aren't Muslims I'm
talking about. A little tolerance can go a long way in holding a family together
through thick and thin. The irony is that a tolerant upbringing is also less
likely to produce the sort of offspring who might do something unforgivable.
Then again, you look at someone like John Walker Lindh, the "American Taliban,"
a sort of lost soul who had been encouraged by his parents from an early age to
sample other cultures, then took it to unthinkable extremes. He fell about as
far away from their way of life as you can imagine, yet by all accounts his
parents have been very forgiving, and would welcome him home in a second. So,
even in a culture as rigid as Najeeb's, it is often a very personal standard
as to what a family will and won't forgive.
Bin Laden appears throughout the novel, almost as a ghostly figure
overlooking certain events but never directly taking part. What is the
implication of this?
I wanted to have him hovering in the periphery as a threatening, influential
and even ghostly presence. Because let's face it, without him there would have
been no American adventure in Afghanistan, and no hordes of Skellys rushing over
there to cover it with Najeebs in tow. Yet I very much did not want this book to
devolve into a "Bin Laden novel." Of course, that made it tricky for me in
the one scene in which the man himself appears to have a cameo. Which is why I
chose to have Skelly come to this encounter feverish, and somewhat
addle-brained. Does Skelly really see him? The evidence seems to strongly
indicate that he does, but we'll never know for sure. Or, at least, no one but
I will know. Hey, we have to keep some secrets from our readers!
Najeeb points out that as a journalist, Skelly is much like a walking
ATM. In your experience, how are journalists viewed in countries where
they are reporting from?
I can only speak for how American journalists are viewed abroad, because I
think the experience varies by nationality. And for Americans the experience has
become increasingly trying and hazardous. Even fifteen years ago a journalist
might not have been identified so heavily with his home country, except in the
Middle East, where there long been strong feelings among Arabs that U.S. coverage
is slanted against them. But nowadays, particularly if it's in a part of the
world where the American military is present, journalists will often have to
endure political lectures, or long lists of grievances, before getting to the
meat of their interview. Most alarmingly, there is a growing sense in some
extremist quarters that one can send a more emphatic message by killing the
messenger than by speaking with him, and that's very dangerous ground. As for
the aspect of being a walking ATM, this happens in any country where chaos
reigns and economic order has vanished. Arriving journalists will literally be
the richest folks in town. Frankly it's a wonder (not to mention a tribute to
the people in these places) that more of us haven't been robbed and killed
simply because we're such easy and lucrative targets.
This is your third novel. What advantages have you found in
writing fiction as opposed to journalistic writing?
The answer I always fall back on whenever this kind of question comes up is a
quotation, source unknown, that I heard long ago from a colleague. "Journalism
is truth with a small t. Fiction is truth with a capital T." Apart from the
obvious stylistic freedom which fiction allows, it also unchains you from your
notebook. You're not having to constantly get all of the little facts
straight, as long as the greater truths are intact. You're out to capture a
sense of place, of character, of culture, and of conflict. You're in search of
the universals, yet also of the particulars that set yours apart. And while the
best journalism also seeks the answers to some of those bigger questions, in
fiction you have the wonderful convenience of shaping the characters in all the
smaller ways that makes them a better fit.
What's next for you?
I recently started work on a novel set at Guantanamo, circa summer 2003. The
main character is an FBI interrogator. And if you think of Afghanistan and the
Balkans as exotic locales, well, none have anything on Camp Deltaa prison
camp shut away from the world on a forbidden corner of Castro's Cuba. In other
words, a world within a world within a world, with the largest of those worlds
being an island nation isolated from its nearest neighbor. I visited Guantanamo
and Camp Delta last summer, and the setting just knocked me over with all its
exotic and bizarre touches, as well as with its overwhelming sense of
claustrophobia and besiegement. It's perfect for the sort of books I like to write.