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...throws a pail of water over them. The police respond by picking up bricks from the ground and throwing them through two of her windows. Then they drag the protester's body away, and walk back down the lane towards us, laughing. One of them spies me and my notepad and shouts: "Do not write motherf***er." Bodriganal sighs. "It's been like this for 14 days," he says. "There's no human rights here. If that guy's dead, you'll never find the body. And if he's alive now, believe me, he's dead anyway...
British journalist Chris Ayres, who covers the U.S. west coast for the Times of London, never aspired to be a war correspondent, to say the least. But a few twists of fate found him with a notepad on the front line in Iraq, where he almost died...of anxiety. He recalls his brief, brief stay in the war zone in his new, laugh-out-loud memoir, War Reporting for Cowards (Atlantic Monthly Press). "No, this is not an antiwar book," writes Ayres, 30. "This is an anti-sending-me-to-war book; an I-didn't-want-to-go book...
...Notepad and pen in hand, I posed for the portrait that would run every Friday in The Crimson for the next two years, alongside my question of the week and five clever—or not-so-clever—answers from students...
...other men and a woman seated on a bench in the corner who were similarly dressed and disguised. As I sat in front of them I noticed an AK-47 leaning just to the left of the first man. Even as my hands shook harder, I took out my notepad and pen to interview the EZLN Commission...
...fell from a balcony, the ex-wife who died of cancer and the manner in which these private tragedies might have influenced his most recent writings. We were to talk only of literature, but my opening question was greeted by dead silence. Coetzee was writing the question on his notepad. He pondered it for several seconds, then proceeded to analyze the assumptions on which it was based, a process that offered some sharp insights into my intellectual shortcomings but revealed absolutely nothing about Coetzee himself. All my questions were similarly treated, and I wound up sounding like a reporter...