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HOW TO STAGE A COUP, Rory Cormac

Much mythologized and heavily romanticized, covert action is one of the most misunderstood aspects of the grey zone within international politics.

This was good fun. Essentially a tour of spookwork past and present (the book was published in 2022).

The grey zone is not some blurred line between war and peace; such a thing has always existed. The real grey zone is epistemic: blurred lines between what we know, what we do not know, and what we think we know. The novelty in all of this comes from the fluctuating space between covert action and public knowledge, the decline of state secrecy and the rise of multiple competing narratives churned out across a kaleidoscopic media landscape.

There are, perhaps obviously, things here that I can connect to the Prigozhin book, especially considering he ran the troll farm Internet Research Agency, and that book’s detailing of infighting in the adhocracy:

Russia seeks to seamlessly meld disinformation, subversion, offensive cyber operations and conventional military force. This is not to exaggerate the success of Russia’s approach, though. Putin is no chess grandmaster, deviously manoeuvring his pieces across a global board. Russia’s intelligence agencies compete with each other; covert action is the outcome of bureaucratic infighting. They might take on dangerously risky operations simply to outdo each other; they might encroach on each other’s turf; they might tell Putin what he wants to hear simply to curry favour. As one former Russian intelligence officer put it: ‘You do not bring bad news to the tsar’s table.’

Here, I came across the term liminal warfare, which I find defined elsewhere as “a type of warfare that involves operating near the threshold of detectability. It’s characterized by ambiguous actions that are designed to achieve political objectives without triggering a military response.” Per Cormac:

The Kremlin in particular sponsors operations which are ‘sufficient to keep the wound bleeding but insufficient, thus far, to warrant massive retaliation.

I also find herein this little gem:

One head of intelligence at the end of the Cold War acknowledged the secret services’ droit de mort, or right of death.

It’s a very readable book, rippling through ten aspects of global covert action, going deep into detail and unearthing all kinds of interesting stuff while transmitting lessons learned and marking out the immediate future in clear and often disturbing terms.

The next decades will witness more, not fewer, covert actions. As hidden hands become less hidden, these covert actions will rely on confusion, disruption, ambiguity and cynicism; they will reflect our age of formlessness.

Very educational for me. All kinds of useful stuff. Glad I read it.

HOW TO STAGE A COUP, Rory Cormac (UK) (US+)

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DOWNFALL, Anna Arutunyan and Mark Galeotti

A short, dense, sharp book about “Putin’s Chef,” the man who formed and ran the Wagner private military company, the man whose armed mutiny nearly reached the Kremlin itself.

…he was ‘sitting’ in Russian parlance, stuck behind barbed wire in what was known as the Zone, the Soviet penal camp system. Old hands in the criminal subculture of the vorovskoi mir, the ‘thieves’ world’, would claim that their real life was that lived inside the Zone.

Prigozhin travelled the world and made millions upon millions, but he never truly left the Zone. This is the story of a born thug and career criminal who learned how to manipulate power but never learned how to armour his own ego against the fact that he was always going to be the hustler with his hand out.

This is, after all, how Putin’s system works. To a considerable extent, it is a modern, bureaucratic state like so many others, its day-to-day actions defined by rules, laws, regulations and institutions. Atop it, though, is an almost medieval court, in which constantly competing factions and individuals are struggling for the most important currency of them all: Putin’s favour. That, in turn, can be converted into whatever else one could want: wealth, fame, power over one’s enemies.

Not that dealing with that world worked out well for everyone in post-Soviet Russia.

…the only man who knew for sure where all the money was, Central Committee treasurer Nikolai Kruchina, fortuitously fell out of a window.

There is a dark dry humour woven through the book. Which isn’t out of place when you’re tracing the life of a street criminal who became a restauranteur and caterer who became a mercenary army commander.

Wagner, so named for the callsign used by Utkin, a man who, as one Russian newspaper report so coyly put it, was ‘known for his commitment to the aesthetics and ideology of the Third Reich’. (He would even sometimes greet Prigozhin with ‘Heil Petrovich,’ using his boss’s codename.) Naming a mercenary army after the German composer may seem surreal, but it later led to a whole slew of supportive memes, with the force being referred to euphemistically as the ‘orchestra’.

The Russian Defense Ministry described Prigozhin thusly: “no morals, no conscience, and no hobbies … He is a machine in the bad sense of the word.” He made himself into a machine for gathering money and power, but the book makes it clear he was always on the outside of real power. The story would almost be a tragedy if Prigozhin wasn’t such a fucking monster. It seems apt that, towards the end of his story, he came full circle:

The first videos that emerged showed Prigozhin standing in a circle of zeks, Russian penal colony prisoners, in their black and white uniforms. He made no bones about the fact that he was from Wagner, that the war was hard and that he was looking for ‘stormtroopers’, but he made his pitch based on equal parts patriotism, machismo and self-interest: ‘no one falls back, no one retreats, no one surrenders’, if need be on pain of a firing squad, but after six months of honourable service, they would be discharged and free. Or dead: ‘I take you out of here alive, but don’t always bring you back alive.’

Admittedly, at least then their families would receive a 5-million-ruble payout (worth some $57,000 at the time). In many ways, this was quintessential Prigozhin. The ever-resourceful businessman had found a new source of manpower for the war, but he could now be out in the open, and talking to the kind of people he had been able to understand and engage in his twenties and still could today.

The follow up to that teaches me a new phrase: “meat wave.”

To a large extent, they would be used as poorly armed and poorly trained cannon fodder, deployed in so-called ‘meat waves’ to wear down or draw out the Ukrainian forces and shield the more experienced Wagner veterans, and their casualties were inevitably frightful.

It’s perhaps a little light on detail in its final chapter or two, partly because at the time of writing it was (and is) still unknown precisely how Prigozhin was killed. But we all know why. Perhaps the real subject of this book is not Prigozhin, but what examining his life reveals about how modern Russia works. The adhocracy, headed by an ageing tsar who puts off hard decisions for entirely too long.

And Aleksander Dugin pops up!

Putin doesn’t care, because he has created a system in which there are always more waiting for their chance. Take, for example, the philosopher Alexander Dugin, a man whose greatest genius may be in self-promotion. For a short while in 2014, his nationalist views aligned with the interests of the Kremlin and he was elevated to scholarly superstar status, his books on every shelf, interviewed on every television channel. Then official policy changed, and Dugin – who for a while was being described as ‘Putin’s brain’ in the West – was no longer needed. The TV appearances dried up, and he even lost his position at Moscow State University. Yet still he stayed loyal – what else was there for him?

Brilliant book. Zips along, and yet feels very complete. And if, like me, you haven’t read deeply into current Russian politics, it feels like a great primer for the actual state of things inside the Kremlin, and explains much about the current situation.

DOWNFALL (UK) (US+)

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WAR FOR ETERNITY, Benjamin Teitelbaum

Benjamin Teitelbaum is an ethnomusicologist who got interested in the rise of the nationalist far right. This connection probably makes more sense if you’re European: Oi, turbofolk, National Socialist Black Metal etc. As he gained direct expertise in the scene, he started to see something from his deep reading show up in the world:

By Traditionalism—with a capital T—we were referring to an underground philosophical and spiritual school with an eclectic if minuscule following throughout the past hundred years.


Amid startling political gains for nationalist, anti-immigrant forces in the twenty-first century, Traditionalists on the right appeared to be carrying on with a fantasy role-playing game—like Dungeons & Dragons for racists, as a student once put it.

And Traditionalism connects Steve Bannon, the Russian philosopher/Putin-influencer Aleksandr Dugin, and the Brasilian ideologue Olavo de Carvalho. Which strongly suggests this weird and obscure “philosophy” has underpinned a lot of the strange shit of the last ten years.

I have 55 highlighted text pieces off this book. It’s an absolutely thrilling ride into crazytown. Dugin once had what was essentially a small private army who wore chaospheres as their insignia! Mike Moorcock invented that!

The book is wonderfully readable, a real-life conspiracy-theory rabbithole dive, connections made and explored and explained like the best weird thrillers, digging up stuff I’d never heard of or only encountered at its edges and brought out into bright light.

It’s interesting, too, how Teitelbaum can clearly question and abhor the ideologies present here and also empathise with, and sometimes quite enjoy, the humans. I think he quite likes Bannon, and I think Olavo charmed him a little. None of that gets in the way of Teitelbaum’s sight of the threats presented by these people. But also, there’s a sense of how small these people are. How they’re not as smart as they think they are. How fundamentally damaged some of them are. How they fail.

First book I read front-to-back this year and it was brilliant.

WAR FOR ETERNITY (UK) (US+)

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THE NEW LEVIATHANS, John Gray

Greatly entertaining, but very much a “container” book of the kind Kluge would recognise. I note here Gray’s own note on the Russian writer Rozanov:

He did not pretend to any system of ideas. His four main books – Solitaria, two volumes of Fallen Leaves and The Apocalypse of Our Time – were ‘baskets’ of random thoughts, recorded in the course of cleaning his pipe, examining his coin collection and other daily activities.

Baskets/containers.

It’s a furious railing against many things. Honestly, I stopped wanting to hear the word woke in the early 10s, when I saw someone post a photo of their lunch on Twitter with the caption “this sandwich is so woke.” It appears here entirely too much for me, even when he swaps it with the nonsense term “hyper-liberal.”

Woke hyper-liberalism is Puritan moral frenzy unrestrained by divine mercy or forgiveness of sin.

The opportunity for persecution is one of the attractions of hyper-liberalism. ‘A scapegoat is named, a festival is declared, the laws are suspended: who would not flock to see the entertainment?’

Given that he is not describing anything defined by “liberalism,” he could have done better than a scare-word.

The whole middle section is pen-portraits of intellectuals murdered by either the Soviets or the Germans, both of whom, in Gray’s conception, stand for the corruption of early-modern philosopher Thomas Hobbes’ conception of the “leviathan” state:

As he portrayed it in his masterpiece Leviathan, a state of nature was not in the distant past before the emergence of society but the breakdown of society into anarchy, which could happen at any time. It did not matter whether the sovereign was a king or a president, a parliament or a tyrant. Only a state whose power was unfettered could secure a condition of ‘commodious living’ in which industry, science and the arts could flourish in peace.

Hobbes seems to be Gray’s lodestar, and the reader’s sympathy towards the author’s arguments will in part balance on whether or not you think someone from the 1600s has much to say about the present condition. “Warnings from history” are often good fun to read, but eventually strain their welcome. His structure, such as it is, bends in all kinds of ways as he struggles to connect Hobbes to 20th century criminal states and then 21st century “liberalism,” trying to nail the shadow of Stalin to “woke” and railing at any discussion of racism being underpinned by 21st century American-specific theory. While raising quiet approval of Christian societies – though he does posit an interesting notion here that I don’t think I’ve seen before:

For Christians, plagues were sent by God to test their faith. Believers were enjoined to help one another to live through the trial while preparing for life everlasting. … When disasters struck, the Christians were better able to cope, and this resulted in substantially higher rates of survival. This meant that in the aftermath of each epidemic, Christians made up a larger percentage of the population even without new converts …

Gray strays as he enjoys his portraiture: there’s a sketch of Lovecraft, Freud wanders in, Samuel Beckett shows up a couple of times. (Mostly men, but in part that’s a function of the times he’s looking at.) And he manages to connect them all to Hobbes in one way or another. It’s all very readable. Also, I cannot not quote any piece that mentions cosmism:

A movement whose members described themselves as God-builders appeared in the early twentieth century as a heterodox faction of the Bolsheviks and their sympathizers, including the Commissar of Enlightenment, Anatoly Lunacharsky (1875–1933),35 and the novelist Maxim Gorky (1868–1936). They were inspired by the Orthodox philosopher Nikolai Federov (1829–1903), who believed technology would enable the physical resurrection of every human being that had ever lived, and, in Lunacharsky’s case, by Nietzsche’s idea of the Übermensch, a higher type of human that could be willed into being. The God-building movement was not encouraged by Lenin or Stalin, and by the 1930s no longer existed.

His vocabulary is only occasionally eccentric: he loves the word “antinomian.” His fascination with Hobbes doesn’t force him to cleave to Hobbes’ weirder assertions, such as Hobbes’ plain statement that humans are the property of God and do not own themselves.

Depending on where you sit, this book will careen between “not wrong,” “wrong” and “not even wrong,” but it is full of interesting historical material and the annals of thinking. I had a lot of fun with it and it’s given me twenty new things to research.

THE NEW LEVIATHANS, John Gray  (UK) (US+)

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marks 3nov24

Many of us think that we inhabit a linear, coherent, anthropocentric world. Agnieszka Kurant rejects this simplistic belief. Today’s world is increasingly being shaped by a multitude of intelligent agents: some are human, but most are not. They are animals, of course, but also microorganisms, viruses, minerals and algorithms. They do not exist in silos. They hybridise, they waver between the biological, the mineral and the digital, the natural and the artificial, the living and the non-living.

For the first time, state-of-the-art biomechanics technology has allowed us to scientifically measure just how deadly are two iconic Aboriginal weapons.

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In First Weapons, an ABC TV series aired last year, host Phil Breslin tested out a range of Indigenous Australian weapons. Among these were two striking weapons—the paired leangle and parrying shield, and the kodj.

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Society of the Psyop Part 1: UFOs and the Future of Media, Trevor Paglen

This is really, really good.

I first met Richard Doty in 2022. I was anxious. I could feel my unease rising as his silver SUV pulled into the parking lot across from the makeshift film studio where I was working at the University of New Mexico.2 A paunchy man wearing a red polo shirt emerged. I wasn’t afraid of physical violence. Rick Doty wasn’t known for that. I was worried about my own sanity. Doty was known for that.3

Doty conducted elaborate psyop programs for the US Air Force in the 1970s and ’80s. One of his targets, a defense contractor, was so consumed by paranoia after being subjected to Doty’s craft that he was committed to a mental institution. There was also a well-respected journalist who, after enduring one of Doty’s psychological operations, spent the remainder of her career babbling about reptoids, cover-ups, and ancient alien conspiracies. A third target, a former UFO investigator who collaborated with Doty, publicly confessed to participating in a military disinformation campaign and retreated into self-imposed obscurity. We would be spending the next two days together. It turned out that I liked the guy.

I had sought out Doty because I wanted to learn about the particular form of media-making he practiced to such dramatic effect. My intuition was that Doty’s career as a cultural producer could shed some light on what media might be like in an age of recommendation algorithms, personalized news feeds, information bubbles, and generative AI.

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Let’s see how late I can stay up to follow the election results, or if I say fuckit and tap out at half past midnight.

I am, frankly, without enthusiasm. I am not a Conservative voter, but I don’t recognise whatever the opposition is as the Labour Party. The polls indicate a historic landslide that pretty much destroys the Tories to the point where they may not even be the official opposition.

I’ve lived through a couple of “change” elections. Despite the expected rout, it doesn’t feel like one of them. Change isn’t what’s on offer. At best, a roll back to John Major Nineties is what it feels like. That’s a bit unfair, considering the freaks and geeks that populated his final cabinets. But I’m not inspired.

No exit polling at my voting station. They tend not to bother around here. Generally, the Tories activate all the old people’s homes and they all roll out to vote for Churchill.

Let’s see if I leave this post up in the morning. I just got a cover in the email for approval and it’s glorious. Maybe I’ll just work and sleep, like any other day.

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Bricks

“From about 11 o’clock in the morning, we’re poring over an exit poll, and from about 12 hours later, we’re shitting bricks as to whether it’s right or not.”

So said Britain’s most trusted elections guru and developer of the UK general election exit poll, John Curtice, in a recent interview with the Guardian.

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The Unhoped For – 27may24

TODAY

ARTS

Above taken from this exhibition, will add artist attribution when I track it down (none provided on site)

Trailer for the new Leos Carax film. His HOLY MOTORS is a favorite:

Thank god, a new Black Polygons record:

I keep meaning to catch up with the works of Drew McDowall:

Twinkle twinkle there you are, a solitary life on an anomalous star.

STRANGE HOTEL, Eimear McBride

morning computer, zibaldone first thing in my day

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