My Life as a Kurd and a Terror Suspect
There is a Fox News meme that has been going around since early March which includes the case of Yassin Aref. It has provided fodder for every right wing blogger who sees terror plots around every corner. Hopefully the release of Son of Mountains will persuade thoughtful people to counteract this hit job, not only in the blog world, but everyday life about such matters. 
Even when the local news and national news broke about this arrest in August 2004, I had extreme doubts and reservations about a 'sting' and the alleged ties to a real terrorist plot. After reading Aref's book all those doubts are washed away. The man was framed, setup and hung out to advance the political agenda of Karl Rove and his unwitting conspirator George Bush. Fortunately that's not even what the book is about. Aref's life as a Kurd, his suffering, forbearance, faith and understanding about the human condition may well become the bellwether for literature in the 21st Century. We've certainly had enough from the poor rich bastard stuck at Yale in the 20th Century.

Well written narrative and copious research makes such accounts a tremendous reading experience for the average slouch like me, who doesn't have the time or inclination to delve too deep or travel too far to get an understanding of what really transpired on this continent before the best hunting, fishing and gardening gig was canceled by ambition, disease and misunderstanding. I picked this book up about two years ago at Fort Ticonderoga. Despite about that amount of time to finish it, each concentrated effort was a pleasure and usually went far too fast. I was also determined to finish and review this book before any similar attempt at Thomas Wood's Politically Incorrect Guide to American History.
The last trip included a stop at the Adirondack Museum during a rather rainy morning. Whereas one used to huddle or just gut one's way through such a mess, it's far easier for a spouse and two year old to visit the beautiful facility in Blue Mountain Lake. Departing through the gift shop required a book.