The distinguished Afghan author Idries Shah has written 30 books, chiefly on Sufi mysticism, that have sold 5 million copies in 12 languages. Now, at 62, he has published his first work of fiction, though it is so closely based on fact that, far from posting any disclaimer of relation to actual persons, he has apparently for the most part only disguised names to protect his sources.
After many years in the West, Shah slipped back into Afghanistan at the height of that horrific war and the true stories he collected weave like a caravan through "Kara Kush," against the kaleidoscopic landscape of Afghanistan's history. For Shah has brought all his skills to bear, blending considerable scholarship with raw experience, and passion with a Sufi's love ofparadox. The result is a book as remarkable as the country it portrays.
"Kara Kush" opens with the last hour of mortally wounded Capt. Juma Sherzada, "twenty-fifth hereditary battle lord of Sher Qala" in northern Afghanistan and recent defector from the Afghan army. In an ambush of Soviet tanks, his village band of moujahedeen has captured "loading and defense instructions" for a secret cargo of gold--treasure sacked from Delhi in 1756 by Ahmad Shah Durrani, modern Afghanistan's first king. Now worth $400 billion, the hoard is to be shipped to the Soviet Union, thus upsetting the economic balance of superpowers.
As a Soviet helicopter gunship lands to take Juma prisoner, he passes the plans to Haidar, his hereditary weapons-bearer and the village mayor, for him to take to Kara Kush, leader of a most successful group of resistance fighters. Then, aloft in the gunship, Juma pulls the pin of a grenade hidden under his shirt.
Kara Kush's struggle to prevent this pillage is the story's grounding, but his very name signals complexities to come: In Afghan-Turki it means "eagle," and in Dari-Persian "instant kill."
Before the Soviet invasion The Eagle was Adam Durany, U.S.-educated professor of technology at Kabul University. His cohorts include Noor Sharifi, an aristocratic childhood friend and worthy successor to Afghanistan's long tradition of heroines; 15-year-old Aslam Jan; Private Zelikov, gleeful defector from the Soviet Union as much as the Red Army; and Maryam, a young Jewish Kabuli architect who is introduced with a fascinating disquisition on the hotly contested theory that Afghanistan's largest tribe, the Pashtuns, may be one of the 10 lost tribes of Israel.
But there are a hundred characters in this huge book, quickly and vividly drawn. Many, like Shah himself, are Afghans returned from abroad to help the resistance. As the rebels crisscross the country from the treacherous glaciers of the Hindu Kush to the southern Desert of Death, each new glimpse of the old silk route is a wellspring for tales of Afghanistan's dead and living past--the latter most extraordinarily personified by an order of Dervish knights using the honeycomb caves at Bamiyan as their monastery, as in the Middle Ages, and prepared to go up against Soviet tanks in chain mail and with weapons kept from the third Anglo-Afghan war.
The story ends with a stunning, almost unbearable battle sequence that includes a "surgical strike" by a covert force from the United States, just one instance where it would be interesting to know the difference between truth and fiction.
The tension of "Kara Kush," though, comes not so much from a linear plot as a masterful series of digressions. Indeed, in structure it is less like a novel than a cross between the "Holy Koran" and the "Canterbury Tales." It is made up of 15 books, each with a title, several chapters, and a now-ironic epigraph taken from military writings.
The Soviet "Limited Fraternal Contingent" has waged a brutal war of atrocity and attrition in Afghanistan for almost seven years, pairing hideously sophisticated new weaponry with napalm, with the "yellow rain" of mycotoxin poison, and--perhaps cruelest of all--with bright knickknack bombs that look like toys or watches and maim children 10 times more often than adults.
The Afghans, Shah says, call the Soviet troops "Nikolais"--a pun on the Russian name that in Dari means "I'm no good"--and fight back with astonishing ingenuity and a heroism born of profound belief. Grenades thrown by slingshot, bombs dangled from kites, and even the "hellish cacophony" of captured Soviet bugles augment tragically inadequate arsenals. Yet Shah also has sympathy for Soviet conscripts who were told they would be fighting Americans and who die without knowing why. "The detritus of death from soldiers' pockets . . . Russian army pay books, an officer's epaulet, boxes of almost unstrikeable Estonian matches . . . was the same the world over, sad and irrelevant."
"Kara Kush" has three flaws.