Word: journalisting
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...Hidden in Plain View is the story of one woman's family," explains Tobin, a journalist and teacher, who said she first heard about the codes when she bought a quilt from a woman named Ozella McDaniel Williams at a Charleston, S.C., market in 1994. Williams told Tobin that for generations women in her family had been taught an oral history that stated that quilt patterns - like log cabins, monkey wrenches and wagon wheels - also served as directions that helped slaves plan their escapes. Since she lacked historical data to back up Williams' claim, Tobin enlisted her friend Raymond Dobard...
...fashionable these days to speak of the death of Europe. And Dutch journalist Geert Mak's new history of Europe's 20th century begins with a scene from a picturesque European village in 1999. It's a place he finds filled with endings, loss and decay. "The storks had left by now. Their nests lay silent and empty atop the chimneys. The summer was in afterglow, the mayor sweated as he cut back the municipal grass." If that doesn't evoke expiration, consider that the mayor is cutting the grass with a scythe...
...settings. So Mak settles down to write about World War I from a farm in Ypres. He tells us about Hitler's disastrous Russian invasion from a square in Volgograd. He recounts the splintering of Yugoslavia from a restaurant in Novi Sad. Think of it as history with a journalist's sensibility - and datelines...
...gentle, patient and tolerant soul; on the face of it about as far from being a fanatic as it is possible to be. He is a member of the striving, secularist Baghdad middle class (or what's left of it), working as a trusted, English-speaking freelance journalist and TV cameraman, without, so far as we can tell, an ideological thought in his head. This is a matter he keeps trying to explain to his captors, who are not paying the slightest attention to him. They believe their intel, not the evidence of their own eyes and ears...
...only person I knew in Sao Tome, and I needed help. On the way into town - a perfectly preserved red-roofed Portuguese fishing village with a huge church and a wide open square - I confessed I was not only an illegal alien, but also a sneaky journalist with a desperate, half-baked idea of interviewing the president, who had no idea I was coming, and who could hardly be expected to see me at such short notice - with the weekend looming - but that was all the time I had, and did he have any suggestions? Danielo shrugged, made a slow...