Book: Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern World

Jack Weatherford, professor of anthropology at Macalester College in Minnesota, has written a highly readable mainstream book on a historic figure greatly misreprented in the Western canons: Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern World. In it we learn that Temujin, the man’s given name, was not the barbarian monster we were taught (because 18th and 19th century European academics wrote of him as such) but instead the last great nomadic empire builder.

(Academic review by Timothy May claims that the book is riddled with technical errors, though none singled out IMO discredit the core claims.)

Weatherford spent a great deal of time in Mongolia with a native team revisiting many of the locations where key events occured and bringing out previously obscure and hidden documentation. I considered myself extremely well educated on world history but this book filled in a huge gap.

Ghenghis Khan (the Persian form of his title, more likely Chinggis or Chinggiz Khan in the Mongolian of his times) was born the second son of an outcast impoverished family; he became primary provider at age nine when his father was killed, and he spent several of his teen years as the slave of a nearby clan. These early experiences drove him throughout his long life to seek safety by striking first against external threats. Indeed, he was in his mid-20s before taking any sort of leadership role beyond his immediate family and past 50 before launching his first attack beyond Mongolian lands.

Yet from then until his death in 1227, and continuing for several decades after, this man–with nothing resembling an education in anything except traditional hunting methods–built an army and government that captured more territory and people then anyone before or since. If not for petty academics anxious for any lever to prove the superiority of their culture kids would undoubtedly hear him counted in the rightful company of Alexander, Caesar and other great conquerors of the past.

Coming from a people who worshipped the Great Blue Sky and scratched only a meager existence from the Asian steppes, Temujin was a pragmatic who used what worked rather than rules handed down by an elite and thus was free to adapt his strategies to changing physical and cultural conditions. He also learned early in life to judge and trust people on their deeds rather than familial relationships, breaking one strong tradition of his people.

Weatherford surfaces a key aspect of the Mongol Empire’s strength rarely mentioned in the West: that it was sustained as much by an innovative and protected commercial framework as by military might. Which is not to downplay the incredible military success but to give the birth of modern multinational trading its proper regard. Even as the empire broke apart into four still sizable separate, ocassionally warring kingdoms when the great Khan’s grandsons refused to respect his wishes–Kublai Khan’s China, the Persian Ilkhanate, the Golden Horde of Russia and Mongolia itself–the family preserved the hugely valuable economic interconnections.

It was only when the Black Death decimated Asia before following the Mongolian trade trails into Europe that the system fell apart completely. Even after the plague passed through an area, fear and lack of tradable excess production prevented the system from rebooting. Still, across all the centuries, our mutual conversation reverberates with the echoes of Ghenghis Khan’s development of globalization and religious tolerance.

Making of the Modern World is not a textbook, not a dense compilation of dates and facts. If anything, the author’s lack of solid dating throughout is my biggest complaint. At only 300 pages including end notes and glossary Weatherford delivers an exciting, well-told story of a great man.

recommended

Book: Florence of Arabia

Christopher Buckley has by now long grown past the shadow of father William F. Buckley, Jr. His satires are consistently funny and topical; I’ve read and enjoyed Thank You For Smoking, God Is My Broker: A Monk-Tycoon Reveals the 7 1/2 Laws of Spiritual and Financial Growth, and No Way to Treat a First Lady and plan to get the remaining two, The White House Mess and Little Green Men, soon since MVPL has both.

Published in 2004, Florence of Arabia plays off our current (though pre-Iraq invasion) misadventures in the Middle East. I started reading it just before heading to Seattle last week and finished it my first morning there–I couldn’t bear to put the book down at the end and was almost late for the first sessions. Buckley creates real characters and compelling conflicts, mixed with humor that arises out of their combinations and, of course, an educated sense of reality; he did go to Yale after all.

Florence Farfaletti is a career State Department functionary, specializing in Gulf State relations after having married and divorced a minor prince of Wasabia (a barely fictionalized version of Saudi Arabia). The action kicks off when she gets a late night call from the youngest wife of the Wasabian ambassador, paniced after having an auto accident at the gates of CIA headquarters, and Farfaletti’s attempt to save the princess fails spectacularly.

Out of her anguish she writes an outrageous plan to use TV to stabilize the region by liberating women from the Koran-inspired yoke. Immediately vetoed by the ‘wiser heads’ at State, Florence is approached with funding and other resources by a mysterious man assumed to be from the CIA or a similar unit. Taking a geek from her department at State, a PR star (trained by none other than Nick Naylor of Thank You for Smoking and No Way to Treat a First Lady) and an ex-CIA/Special Ops hunk, she convinces the Sheik and Sheika of neighboring Mattar (an exact match for Qatar) to approve TVMatar.

And away we go! After shocking everyone with an Oprah-like talk show the gang blow everone’s minds with a newscast that broadcasts footage of the traditional Islamic punishments meted out to misbehaving women. Remember that the House of Saud’s power is heavily based on the ultra-strict Wahabi sect (Wahabi, Wasabi, get it?) and that Buckley takes little liberty with reality. To use the language of Farfaletti’s grandfather–who proudly served under Mussolini back in the day–mamma mia!

hilariously recommended

Home againL Wrapping up Gnomedex and more

Overall Gnomedex was terrific, I learned a lot from the discussions and we spoke with many people about RawSugar, almost all very positive.

The most interesting discussion Saturday for me were Ethan Kaplan and Phil Torrone. Kaplan works in the web group at Warner Brother Records and on his own runs the top REM fan site, so he had a lot of good information on how record companies and bands do, can and should use the web. Torrone, senior editor of Make Magazine, gave a fascinating, rapid fire presentation on open source hardware and how entusiastic amateurs (helped by a few far-sighted companies like Roomba and Lego) are creating a new round of homebrewed electronics.

While I wish him nothing but luck, Chris Pirillo’s closing session on whether his TagJag tag metasearch service should get funding (angel, venture or sweat equity) was a sad waste of time. Since he knew this would be happening weeks ahead of time and is friendly with quite a few knowledgable investors and entrepreneurs–Chris had Rick Segal, Jeff Clavier and Michael Arrington on stage for the discussion–his preparation was surprisingly inadequate.

No quantitative information at all from the use of Gada.be, the predecessor effort and little more than a handwaving at how many people, other resources and time needed to build his vision. Nothing more than a hope that the underlying search engine companies would waive their stated terms of service for him. Despite the polite answers from the three investors he would have gotten the boot long before finishing if this had been a real funding meeting.

I had a great flight back from Seattle Saturday night, very empty and no one else in my block of three seats so I could lie down the whole time. TS1 overcame her fear of night driving and picked me up–thanks sweetie!

Sunday morning was nowhere near as enjoyable because my contact lenses were getting protein buildup again from some kind of allergic reaction; I had to put on my two year old, no longer correct prescription, glasses. Watching France beat Brazil, even though I knew the results, didn’t make things better. I do recommend catching the new Robert Plant episode of Soundstage if you get the chance, he and his band blast classic Zeppelin and Plant solo tunes through brand new, African-inspired arrangements.

Fortunately, we had our annual eye checkups this morning. The doctor found that the allergic reaction is also causing a slight corneal inflamation. I have to wear my old eyeglasses for at least 10 days to let it clear up and even after that I might only be able to use daily wear lenses. If true, that’s really annoying since I was totally getting used to life without glasses.

Happy Fourth to you all!

England, Brazil go boom

Ah well, so much for StevieG and co. 120 minutes without giving up or scoring a goal, 60 at 10 men after Rooney’s ridiculous groin stamping and petulance (would have a been a yellow if the boy’d walked away), only to lose because their PKs were absurdly weak. Portugal didn’t really earn the win, barely taking advantage of the extra man, but Ricardo did the necessary in goal and CRonaldo made lots of pretty dives before putting in the winner.

Let’s just say Brazil do in France. That gives us Germany-Italy on Tuesday and Portugal-Brazil Wednesday, I’ll pick Italy and Brazil for the final and Brazil winning for the third time in four.

Later: Well, having seen the final score but not the match, I guess the Brazil I suggested the other day didn’t play terribly well against Ghana showed up today and so the samba ended a week early. I don’t have a great feel for France or Portugal in their semi-final, but am now leaning towards the Germany-Italy winner taking home the trophy. Though my track record should warn you against putting money down on it.