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...this story anywhere," Bhardwaj says, "in the army, in a bank, in journalism. It's a vicious, furious, bleak story. It's human." But Bhardwaj chose not a bank or newsroom but the Muslim underworld, and that imbues the film with urban slickness and the knife-edge insecurity of dog-eat-dog violence...
...Tasmania is famed as much for its creatures as its landscapes, and chief in this unique menagerie is the devil, reportedly so named by early settlers, who were rattled by its ferocity and the ungodly sounds of its squabbles over food. Few ever get this close to the stocky, dog-like creature, which scavenges by night, cleaning the bush and farmlands of dead and dying animals, then retreating with daylight to dens among the ferns and heath. But the animal settlers once feared is now one of Tasmania?s favorite symbols, adorning souvenir key rings and sports-club logos. Unlike...
...Orlean’s adventures have left her with a cache of anecdotes that go beyond the standard cocktail party fare. Have you ever chatted with a female bullfighter in Spain? She has. Split your time between old-school rappers and dog show aficionados? Check. Written an article for an outdoors magazine that got made into the summer blockbuster Blue Crush? Waded through alligator-ridden swampwater in search of an elusive “ghost orchid?” And did Meryl Streep play you in Spike Jonze’s Adaptation? Orlean can boast all this and more...
Whether she’s covering dog cuisine, gospel road tours or competitive party clowns, this veteran journalist makes it a point not to “write about subjects that are predictable.” And her time at Harvard is just inspiring more of the unexpected. “The other day,” she confides, “I had three really good ideas for stories and one idea for a book, and I thought, “Oh my God, I’m on fire...
...last Sunday to find that the once-clear windows were now plastered with liquidation signs. I walked in to no music. I went up the escalator, but heard no stories. As I was about to leave, defeated and feeling the place eerily empty, I saw a big stuffed dog staring at me. He was alone—the last one. And so I took him home with...