Word: anger
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...career,? she wrote in March 2005 for the American Journalism Review. ?But just as athletes do it for love of the game, freelancers in Iraq seem to do it for love of the story.? But she was acutely aware of the dangers in the Iraq story, too. ?The anger and violence have only gotten worse since? April 2004, she wrote in AJR, and she specifically mentioned kidnapping as a threat...
...heartbreaking rumor. Only one man made it out alive. Someone had misunderstood a conversation and believed the miners had survived and the false report had spread in a nearby Baptist church were family and friends had gathered. In an instant, a scene of euphoria turned to shock, sadness and anger. Family members moaned, clutching their foreheads and stomachs. One man jumped in his pickup truck, drove through the mud and gravel and nearly rammed a news reporter and sheriff?s cruiser, before throwing the truck in reverse and roaring off. "Oh, I am angry now,? said Sam Lantz, whose...
...angry all right--but at myself and our inability to tell the story, to get the news out that this need not be a burden but instead an adventure. But that anger is much more than made up for by the nobility of these people and their entrepreneurial nature. And then you see what a new medicine can do. Three years ago, the idea that nearly half a million Africans would be on antiretrovirals paid for by the U.S.A. was absolutely preposterous. That more than repays the anger...
...pulled into a dark land guarded by a dog with no skin. Link's stories are kind of like that handbag. At first blush they look like charming yarns about divorce and TV shows, but they're haunted by dark spirits and dark emotions--loss, anger and despair. They play in a place few writers go, a netherworld between literature and fantasy, Alice Munro and J.K. Rowling, and Link finds truths there that most authors wouldn't dare touch...
...what I thought was an extended vacation road-tripping from New Orleans to Texas to Georgia and finally back to my home in Tallahassee. When the levees broke and it became apparent that Tulane would not be opening in the fall, my emotions ran the gamut: worry, grief, anger, frustration. Finally, they settled on excitement and tremendous gratitude when Harvard graciously extended the offer to accept a number of displaced students for the fall semester...