A good review of the chaotic 1990's, but only about central and west Africa. also, there's nothing more in depth as to the root causes of the ongoing cycle of violence beyond "European colonization made us this way". Contrary to the subtitle,there is no indication of hope.
The author seems to think that America should step in at every opportunity, and if it doesn't, it is to blame wholly for any succeeding violence. Also, the author's holier -than-thou attitude got to me a few times (granted, it only showed up a few times), most especially when implying that Doctors Without Borders personnel investigating an Ebola outbreak somehow cared less about a local population than does the author (despite the fact that the doctors were there for weeks if not months and the author flew in for a day to snap some photos).
Glad I read it, because I do recognize that I know far too little about Africa and the recent history that impacts modern politics. but if this is the best book out there on modern Africa, it is no wonder that the English speaking world quietly ignores the seeming unsolvable problem of Africa. ( )

Interesting reportage in the autobiographical parts but the rest is just a random jumble of inarticulate complaints against the west. The title is misleading, I was expecting some analysis of economical exploitation. The hope part is completely absent - all the book shows is how hopeless the continent's situation is, with no way out.
If you're interested I can recommend "The Looting Machine" by Tom Burgis which contains real journalism. This book is just not worth your time. ( )

A NY Times' journalist's musings on the nightmare of war and greed in West Africa. ( )

Howard French's portrayal of Africa is both professional and passionate. He is scholarly and sentimental. There is a deep knowledge about, and an undeniable kinship with, this continent yet French is able to objectively portray it all. He takes the reader through the events of horrific genocide as well as the equally deadly outbreaks of AIDS and Ebola diseases. French skillfully demonstrates how political infrastructures prove to be volatile and fragile yet Africa's deep seeded cultural roots remain unfailing.

For me, this was a hard read. I simply couldn't wrap my brain around the threat of senseless violence everyone, regardless of race, age, caste, or sex, had to endure. When these attacks rained down no one was safe. Survival depended on the ability to outwit, outrun, outhide the attacker. ( )

Unlike much of the other African travel writing and reportage that I have read, French's book is uncompromisingly fact-laden and dense. There are a few moments when the history that he lived through gathers enough speed around certain imperiled individuals or groups to make the book gripping and fast-paced; but, on average, it requires careful attention that borders on note-taking to keep track of the motivations and backgrounds of the different players in French's account (unless you have already committed the recent history of Central Africa to memory).

The pace of the book is not helped by the random, loosely structured way that it leaps across decades and continents from one chapter to another. It could definitely have used smoother transitions and it would have benefited from a more thought out structure; it is really a collection of essays and an opportunity for French to air some of the grievances and experiences that (I imagine) he was not allowed to share with readers of The New York Times, for which he worked.

I also got the sense that because he was granted such unparalleled journalistic access and because he was always aware of representing the New York Times, he didn't engage as much with African people and African culture as authors like Aidan Hartley or Paul Theroux. French seemed, at times, to be above the real situations and distanced from the real people, constantly hopping onto safe transport for a timely exit--and, more importantly, while he remained on the ground, he seemed more likely to spend his time at the hotels that served as the nexus of western reporting or to lounge about with various privileged people who wished to appear in his writings than to fraternize with random, non-influential Africans for the sake of better understanding their culture and ways.

That said, I feel like I understand the last two decades in Central Africa MUCH better than I did before this book, especially as regards the wars in Congo and the appallingly two-faced and negligent foreign policy decisions of the Clinton Administration, which has somehow escaped prominent or consistent blame and accusation for the giant drop kick away from democracy that it managed to offer Africa in the nineties.

Lastly, it was refreshing to encounter those rare moments when French shows his own attitude and frustration, lashing out, for instance at the "Big Man" stereotype used to explain some of Africa's governance failures, "Africa's dictators had been supported for decades by East and West, and were often handpicked by outside powers. their misrule had placed the continent in the deep hole it now found itself in, not some congenital incapacity for modern governance, as decades of shallow analyses about Big Men and ancient tribal animosities' often insinuated." French doesn't share such blunt conclusions very often; but when he does, he has more than proven himself correct in the preceding pages. ( )