No Thank You For Your Service: Helen Benedict’s Sand Queen

Sand Queen2012 was a great year for war fiction, what with the publication of The Yellow Birds, Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk, Fobbit, and The Watch. For me, these novels marked the coming-of-age of the contemporary war novel, and I started Time Now in part to sing their praises. But under my radar and ahead of the pack in 2011 came Helen Benedict’s Sand Queen, a novel set in Iraq in the early days after the US invasion. Not only does Sand Queen get pride of place chronologically in the con-war-lit archive, it portrays women at war, unlike 2012’s bumper crop, all of which are sagas of male soldiers written by male authors. Since the most salient way the Iraq and Afghanistan wars will be remembered in 50 or 100 years is that for the first time the nation included large numbers of women in its fighting forces, Benedict’s achievement is prescient.  But what does she want us to understand?

The answer to that question is unmistakeable:  Benedict castigates a misogynist military culture that ruins women’s chances of serving honorably and happily. The protagonist of Sand Queen is Kate, a junior enlisted member of a military police battalion charged with guarding prisoners at a detention facility in southern Iraq. The novel’s title refers to a slur leveled at military women who flaunt their sexual desirability during long deployments to our desert warzones. Kate is not a sand queen, but is perceived as one; the general misery of the mission is made far worse for her by the continuous stream of heinous remarks and acts aimed at her and her fellow women soldiers by the unit’s men. Though Kate is far more sinned against than sinning, Benedict suggests that Kate’s naivety and prickly personality make her difficult to deal with even for those who want to help her. Late in the novel, for example, she ends a budding romance with the fellow soldier who has been her truest friend in theater:

We stand silent for a moment, both of us staring at the shadowy ground. ‘Jimmy, please try to understand. I’m just so tired of screwing up people’s lives.’

‘Then why did you just do it again. Fuck.’ He turns away from me and leaves.

Frankly, Kate isn’t much of a soldier, and her unit isn’t much of a unit, and the whole thing’s a mess, not just in ways personally experienced but in the unit’s ability to execute their mission with any degree of professionalism, let alone sensitivity toward each other or Iraqis. Kate’s counterpart in the novel is Naema, a young Iraqi woman whose brother and father are prisoners at the detention facility. Naema pleads her family’s case with Kate daily; the two young women don’t really bond, but instead serve each other as very slight catalysts for empathy. Kate is badly educated and immature, while Naema is a medical student with a deep sense of the worthiness of an Iraqi culture hundreds of generations old. Kate and the Americans hold the cards, but Benedict doesn’t miss many chances to compare the shabbiness and thoughtlessness of the Americans with the badly-bruised dignity of the Iraqis. Naema despairs:

We are sliding backwards in my country. We are becoming narrower than we have been for decades…. Yes, we were confined and fearful under Saddam, and yes, I will never forgive what he did to Papa and so many others. But at least I was able to go to school and Medical College as boldly as any boy wearing jeans and a shirt. I was not forced to think about whether I was a Shiite or Sunni, or half and half, as I am, because among the people I knew it did not matter.

Benedict wrote Sand Queen after publishing a journalistic account of women in the military titled The Lonely Soldier: The Private War of Women Serving in Iraq (2009).  Early on, she sussed that the military’s equitable treatment of women left a lot to be desired. Though many, or some, served free of harassment or abuse, too many did not. Sand Queen furthers the cause of Benedict’s first book by using the tools and allure of fiction to dramatize ways our armed services struggle to live up to their democratic and meritocratic ideals and publicity campaigns. Clearly polemical in intent, Sand Queen‘s focus on detainee operations also helps us imagine conditions that led to Abu Ghraib.  An objection might be that Kate’s story is not representative, or is the product of her bad luck being assigned to a bad unit in the bad early days of the war. Kayla Williams, in a great blog post titled “Looking Back on My Military Career, I Most Regret…”, describes her own experience as a female soldier in Iraq. Portions of her deployment were free of sexual harassment, but other assignments and missions were full of it.  Williams also rues some of her own acts and choices; like Kate it seems, she was young and not as wise as she might have been. That’s all well and good, but I don’t think Benedict sees it that way. She’s not thanking anyone for their service; for her the Iraq war and military service in general corrupts at every level—badly conceived and planned on high, Operation Iraqi Freedom in Sand Queen‘s view unleashed slaughter upon people who didn’t deserve it and caused nominally good Americans in the ranks to treat each other like animals.

If we take into account that Siobhan Fallon’s collection of short stories You Know When the Men Are Gone was also published in 2011, we can wonder why our contemporary war fiction tradition had to be inaugurated by women. I’ll be thinking further about this question this summer while reading Jen Percy’s Demon Camp, Cara Hoffman’s Be Safe I Love You, Hilary Plum’s They Dragged Them Through the Streets, and Katey Schultz’s Flashes of War.

Helen Benedict’s Sand Queen, Soho, 2011.

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6 Comments on “No Thank You For Your Service: Helen Benedict’s Sand Queen”

  1. Lisa Sanchez Says:

    Great post, Peter. I will read this book. Thank you for drawing attention to some overlooked books.

  2. Dave Says:

    All fair assessments, but who says fiction has to reflect only good units or good soldiers? We all know bad ones exist; why not represent it? Even if the bad isn’t, on average, representative, it is myopic to suggest they should not exist in your hallowed genre. What if they were completely made up, with no correspondence to reality? You’d have “Catch-22.” There are so many other ways to thanks us for our service, why must fiction ALWAYS continue that project?

    We need voices like Benedict’s, and if war fiction is going to change at all (from the authenticity-demanding combat narrative) more like her need to come forward. As Kenneth Burke wrote, “we owe the stone no allegiance.”

  3. Lesa Says:

    Reading this post got me thinking about my own time as a soldier–the good and the bad–and I’m glad to see women’s voices finding, or creating, a place in war literature. I’m not sure that I want to read the novel, which is by no means a slight against your review, or even the novel, but I am off to check out Kayla Williams’ blog post right now, and I’ll certainly be looking at some of the other works you referenced. Great post!

  4. Kristin Says:

    Great post–your summer reading list is much like mine!

  5. andria816 Says:

    I think you hit the nail on the head — with Benedict, agitprop comes first and art second. I appreciate what she is trying to do in improving conditions for female service members, particularly the more concrete suggestions she put forth in “the Lonely Soldier” — trying to avoid massive disparities in male:female ratios within units where possible, as a starting point — but her view of the military is so relentlessly bleak that after a certain point I just start drifting away. She seems to find the military incomprehensible and degrading to all of its members; what she describes, I hardly recognize.

  6. Peter Molin Says:

    Thanks for your comments, everyone. Dave, I’m not so sure we disagree–I think we need more, not less, portraits of screwed-up units and fundamentally bad people serving as soldiers. And I love your Kenneth Burke quote. I wonder if Burke was aware of the great Viktor Shklovsky dictum that art’s purpose is “to make the stone stoney”? Andria, Sand Queen is definitely in the tradition of Uncle Tom’s Cabin and the muckraking social realist novels of the early 1900s, not that that’s such a bad thing. To quote yet another Russian formalist critic, Mikhail Bakhtin, all novels are “moral propaganda.” Though Sand Queen wasn’t true to my overall sense of how women are serving alongside men in the military, a woman whose tour-of-duty was horrible might find a lot to relate to. And, back to Dave’s point, the story of a badly-functioning unit that is preoccupied by internal issues is one that needs telling. Kristin and Lesa, not only are our wars now changed by the presence of women in uniform, so too will our war literary tradition be transformed by the addition of large numbers of female voices.


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