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Thursday, March 11, 2010

KAPUSCINSKI REVISITED

Kapuscinski 

Two of the most visited and downloaded stories on The Generalist are:

*A piece I wrote on Truman Capote and the writing of 'In Cold Blood' - supposedly the first 'non-fiction novel'

TRUMAN CAPOTE: TRUTH AND LIES

*A  lengthy series of posts on my friendship and encounters with the great Polish journalist Ryszard Kapuściński, - a mentor, widely considered one of the great foreign correspondents of our time.

  • KAPUŚCIŃSKI : INTRODUCTION
  • KAPUŚCIŃSKI 1: MEMORIES of a MENTOR
  • KAPUŚCIŃSKI 2: THE FACE
  • KAPUŚCIŃSKI 3: CONNECTIONS THROUGH TIME
  • Both stories have gained an added relevance due to the publication of a biography of Kapuściński - ' Kapuściński-Non Fiction' -   written  by Artur Domoslawski that has just been published in Poland that suggests (according to the British press at least)  that Kapuściński,was a dishonest reporter who made up stories and invented quotes. What follows is a miscellany of thoughts and perspectives, from many countries, on this important subject - the line between fact and fiction.

    Bearing witness is a sacred trust

    Every writer of reportage ought to learn from the Kapuściński controversy. Creative non-fiction is a slippery slope.

    Timothy Garton-Ash [The Guardian 10 March 2010

    Poland: Ryszard Kapuściński - Fiction or ‘Non-Fiction'?

    By Sylwia Presley. [Global Voice] Interesting aggregator of blog comments, many from Poland. 10 March 2010

    The Lying Traveler: The Kapuściński Case 

    Binoy Kampmark [Scoop Independent News/NZ 10 March 2010]

    Fact, Fiction and Kapuscinski

    By ROBERT MACKEY [The Lede/The New York Times blog 8 March 2010] This is an incredibly interesting corrective to the UK press coverage and contains a long interview with Artur Domoslawski.

    Poland Not Ready for Flawed Heroes

    by Malgorzata Halaba [The Wall Street Journal blogs. 8 March 2010]

    Liquidating the borders between fact and fiction

    Polish reporter Ryszard Kapuscinski's amazing stories may have been just that, a new book suggests

    Ian Jack [The Guardian 6 March 2010]

    Why Believe Kapuscinski's Biographer?

    Patrick Galey [The Huffington Post/6 March 2010]

    A brilliant writer who mistrusted clarity

    Ryszard Kapuściński's work may drift into fiction – but adherence to fact in war reporting can start to feel impossible and pointless

    Lara Pawson [The Guardian 4 March 2010]

    Kapuscinski biography flies off the bookshelves

    [Polish Radio website. 4 March 2010]

    Ryszard Kapuściński was a great story-teller, not a liar

    Critics of Ryszard Kapuściński's books miss the point – there is no sharp frontier between literature and reporting

    Neil Ascherson [The Guardian 3 March 2010]

    I suspected Polish reporter was a fake

    Jon Snow [Channel 4 blog. 3 March 2010]

    Ryszard Kapuscinski: He was hailed as the greatest reporter of his time. But how much did he make up?

    Ryszard Kapuscinski said he knew Che Guevara. He recounted how he met Patrice Lumumba. But according to a new biography, his books were more fiction than fact. Tony Paterson reports

    [The Independent  2 March 2010]

    Poland's top reporter accused of lying and spying in new biography

    Ryszard Kapuscinski, the late Polish journalist, has been accused of collaborating with Poland's communist government and of making factual errors.

    [The Telegraph 2 March 2010]

    Kapuscinski biography to be censored?

    [Polish Radio website. 16 Feb 2010]

     

    I was the first journalist in the UK to interview Kapuscinski. You can hear that interview on The Audio Generalist

    Wednesday, June 01, 2005

    Memory Exercise

    My friend Tim has taken to posting quotes in the window of his house to provide food for thought for the passing pedestrians who are heading for the Chinese fish and chip shop, the Indian restaurant and the local pubs. This is my favourite so far:

    'Many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday. if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful, reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry'
    - J.D. Salinger, author of The Catcher In The Rye


    This struck me strongly because I have begun what I call a 'memory exercise', compiling a detailed chronological list of the various projects and events of my life based on things that have an absolutely certifiable date attached to them. Can recommend such a proces to anyone although - be warned! Memory plays strange tricks and you start discovering how strange when faced with the crumbling documentary evidence of what did actually happen when, often in a different order than you remember.


    Have reached that stage in my life where I am beginning to wonder whether the idea of keeping everything was a sensible one. HQINFO was packed from floor to ceiling with an archive of clippings, diaries, books, journals, photos, drawings, files when the builders moved in to do a major damp repair job.

    As a result, have now got a slightly emptier house and a costly storage space full of boxes. I like to think this is not the result of some compulsive psychological disorder but an orderly and important archive building process that will hopefully prove its value in the future. I laugh to myself when I think that its equally likely that it will all get binned on my demise.

    The papers are full of Africa and the G8 and good old Geldof's latest rock extravaganza - which unfortunately seems to be stuffed with the faded figures of the 'rock royalty' rather than the fresh young voices of today's urgent music that is much more in tune with both the issues and the time we live in. Plans to get 1 million people to converge on Edinburgh should finally sink our antiquated transport systems if such numbers are realised but may be what's necessary to push the political elites into canceling Africa's debts.

    I saw Geldof's first ever political speech (I believe) at a Save The Whale Rally in Trafalgar Square in the late 70s and managed to get an interview with him for the NME (New Musical Express). Vivid memories of the door of the small terraced house being opened by Paula Yates in ballgown with a tutu skirt that spanned the narrow hall. My friend David and I, a little worse for wear, sat and made small talk with her until Bob arrived in a flurry of words, unkempt hair, and long brown overcoat. Paula hurried off and came back with a plate of Irish stew which he devoured while never missing a word. Later he took me upstairs to show me his gold disc for 'I Don't Like Mondays.' Halcyon days.

    Sometime later, at the Institute for International Affairs in London, I had the privilege of introducing Geldof to the legendary Polish foreigh correspondent Ryszard Kapuscinski. Legend had it that, in order to persuade Mick Jagger to do Live Aid, Geldof sent a copy of Kapuscinski's book The Emperor, his classic study of Hailie Selassie of Ethiopia. Geldof's speech that day was long, articulate and conducted completely without notes. The hi-toned establishment audience clapped until their hands hurt. It was both moving and impressive.

    Memories, it seems, turn into history. Perhaps, as Salinger suggests, there is a purpose for all those papers, files and reminiscences. Only time will tell.

    NEW: In Bono talks of US crusade by Madeleine Bunting, she records: 'Ahead lies a day of press interviews, a German television show, rehearsals and a late flight to Manchester. Wim Wenders, the German film-maker, comes by to give back a book which Bono had lent him. It's the Polish journalist, Ryszard Kapuscinski's classic on Africa, The Shadow of the Sun. Bono has managed to pull Wenders into taking a key role in Germany's equivalent of Make Poverty History.

    On the turntable: Rufus Wainwright, Wilco and the new Robert Plant
    In the post: Like A Rolling Stone by Greil Marcus and Collaborative Circles by Michael P. Farrell
    Weather: An English summer. Dark, overcast and threatening rain.

    Saturday, September 01, 2007

    KAPUŚCIŃSKI : INTRODUCTION

    RYSZARD
    KAPUŚCIŃSKI
    1945-2007




    This first piece is an introduction to the life and works of Ryszard Kapuściński, who died in January this year. It presents the books currently available in English, the best magazine pieces that I have on file plus other useful material from the internet, This is followed by three further postings documenting my relationship with him.




    'The Emperor', the first of Kapuściński's books to be published in the UK, first came out in hardback edition by Quarter in 1983. This paperback edition by Picador was published in 1984. The painting on the front is by Marshall Aruman. The inscription by Ryszard was on the occasion of our first meeting. It reads: 'Very grateful for creating atmosphere to think and to feel.'




    (Left): The 1986 paperback edition from Picador of 'Shah of Shas'
    (Right); The 1987 hardback edition from Picador of 'Another Day of Life'


    (Left) The Granta Books edition of 'The Soccer War' (1990/1991)
    (Right): The Granta Books edition of 'Imperium' (1994/1998)


    'The Shadow of the Sun' (Vintage International 2002)
    'I lived in Africa for several years. I first went there in 1957. Then over the next forty years, I returned whenever the opportunity arose. I traveled extensively, avoiding official routes, palaces, important personages, and high-level politics. Instead, I opted to hitch rides on passing trucks, wander with nomads through the desert, be the guest of peasants of the tropical savannah. Their life is endless toil, a torment they endure with astonishing patience and good humour.

    'This is therefore not a book about Africa, but rather about some people there - about encounters with them, and time spent together. The continent is too large to describe. It is a veritable ocean, a separate planet, a varied, immensely rich cosmos. Only with the greatest simplification, for the sake of convenience, can we say "Africa." In reality, except as a geographical appelation, Africa does not exist.'



    FURTHER SOURCES

    Info Poland
    Excellent selection of annotated links on Kapuściński from
    which some of the references below have been selected

    Kapuscinski in Wikipedia

    Obituaries from the world's press

    Famed Polish writer outed as 'spy' in anti-communist purge
    Ian Traynor, Europe editor [The Guardian/Tuesday May 22, 2007]
    The celebrated Polish writer and reporter, Ryszard Kapuściński, yesterday became the latest public figure to be "outed" as a "communist spy" in Poland. Newsweek Poland put the late writer, reckoned to be greatest east European journalist of his generation, on the cover of this week's issue, unveiling details of his communist-era secret police file and claiming that his global travels in the 1960s and 70s were due to a bargain he struck with the communist regime to collaborate with the secret police.

    Kapuściński, who died in January, traversed the globe reporting on 27 revolutions and wrote several acclaimed books on central America, Ethiopia, Iran, and the former Soviet Union. For most of his career in communist Poland he was employed by the state news agency, PAP. He is the latest prominent Pole to be "outed" in what critics call a rightwing witchhunt orchestrated by a paranoid government that sees "reds under the beds" everywhere in Poland.

    Newsweek acknowledged that although Kapuściński had collaborated for five years in the 1960s he had not "supplied any significant documents". It was routine at the time for individuals allowed to travel widely to sign agreements with the secret police.

    'A Sense of Wonder' Margaret Atwood [The Guardian June 9, 2007]

    Obituary - Victoria Brittain [The Guardian 25.1.07]

    ‘Idi Amin Dada and African Dictatorships’ - Ryszard Kapuściński interviewed by Wojciech Jagielski [Extracts from Jagielski's long and fascinating interview published in the August 23, 2003 edition of Gazeta Wyborcza, the Warsaw-based widest circulation Polish daily.]

    Herodotus and the Art of Noticing [Lettre Ulysses Award Key Note Speech 2003]

    One World, Two Civilizations [NPQ Winter 2002]

    Among the Wretched - Geoff Dyer [LA Weekly May 3-9 2002]

    ‘At play in the bush of ghosts’
    Tropical baroque, African reality and the work of Ryszard Kapuściński by John Ryle.
    [Times Literary Supplement 27 July 2001. Extended with post publication note, 2001 and 2007]

    ‘Into Africa’
    Ryszard Kapuściński, the great prose poet of international disorder
    By Chris Morris [LA Weekly. May 30, 2001]

    'An Interview with Ryszard Kapuscinski' by Bill Buford
    [Granta /Issue 21 'The Story-Teller' 1987]

    The Year of Living Dangerously - Stephen Schiff
    [Vanity Fair. March 1991]








    KAPUŚCIŃSKI 2: THE FACE

    This is article appeared in The Face magazine in August 1986,based on interviews conducted on the 9th August 1984 and 3rd April 1986.



    Ryszard Kapuściński (bottom right) at a meeting during the strike at the Gdansk shipyard in August 1980. The journalist who had witnessed numerous popular uprisings abroad was back in his native Poland to see the rise of Solidarity. Behind him in the photo (2nd from right) is Lech Walesa.

    THE POLISH JOURNALIST RYSZARD KAPUŚCIŃSKI CLAIMS TO HAVE WITNESSED 27 REVOLUTIONS. MORE ASTONISHING IS THE WAY HE HAS FOUND TO DESCRIBE THESE TURBULENT EVENTS.

    Kapuściński by John May

    "The way I understand the role of the journalist, serious journalist, is somebody who is looking at what he's doing not only as a way of how you make your money but also as a mission, a responsibility. For me. this is a vocation."

    Who is this Ryszard Kapuscinski? This is a large question to which it is not easy to find an answer.

    He is a man who has travelled the whole world, who has witnessed 27 revolutions in his role as a foreign correspondent, who has developed an important new style of writing which blends journalism and literature, scholarship and reportage.

    At present in the Western world, his reputation largely rests on two books: The Emperor about Ethiopia under Hailie Selassie and Shah Of Shahs about Iran under the Shah and Ayatollah; two volumes of a projected triology concerning the nature of autocratic power. The third volume, which he is currently writing, describes Uganda under Idi Amin.

    Brilliant as they are, these books are just the tip of a mountain of material which his translators are busily preparing for the numerous publishers and magazine editors clamouring for his work. His writing has or will be featured in New Yorker, Granta, The New York Review Of Books and Harpers. 1987 will see the American publication of Another Day Of Life, his book on Angola, and the Polish publication of a book of poems. Still untranslated are five books of reportage and numerous notebooks and articles.

    I first met Kapuściński in August for an interview that led to a long correspondence and further meetings in London this year. He has just recovered from a serious back operation which forced him to lie immobile for six months, unable to read or write, in such great and constant pain he contemplated suicide. Yet on our subse­quent encounter he looked healthier than ever.

    A stockily-built man, he always arrives briskly, with a smile on his face. His deep-set eyes are kind and enquiring, his handshake strong and warm, his conversa­tion intense, his manner unfailingly polite.

    All of which is surface detail. To under­stand Kapuściński better, it is necessary to return to the geography and social condi­tions of his childhood which have marked him in a profound way.

    He was born on March 4, 1932 in Pinsk, a small town on the river Pina in the eastern borderlands, now part of the USSR.

    His father was a very poor, semi-literate teacher in the village school until the war came, when he served as an officer in the Polish army before joining the armed resist­ance movement during the Nazi occupation.

    Kapuściński says of his father, who died several years ago: "I loved him and admired him but he was a very simple man who never travelled. He never left Poland. Even in Poland he knew two or three towns only. So I'm a stranger in my family because the rest of them are very modest people, staying in their places where they were born. I was the only one crazy, so there's no explanation for this."

    Perhaps this craziness could be accounted for by the fact that the war started when he was seven years old.

    He says: "My generation in my country was very politicised from the beginning and we had a very hard experience as children. Our first understanding of the world was as a place where there is a big fight going on and the power is manifesting itself through force and there are social and political conflicts."

    These two factors — poverty and turmoil — were to give Kapuściński a unique view and advantage in his work as a foreign correspondent.

    He says of his home: "It was purely a Third World country so I found myself, being out of Europe, equally at home. I think this was also one of the things which makes me feel better in the poor village than in the very luxurious hotel.

    "I met for the first time a telephone when I was already a teenager and not only was there no telephone in my place, the idea of telephones was foreign to me.

    "The other thing is: I like very agitated situations and conflicts and there was a lot of this in the Third World. All these wars, revolutions, coup d'etats, that again was making tension."

    In the spring of 1945, with the war at an end, his family moved to Warsaw where his father got a job as stock clerk with a construction firm and Kapuscinski restarted his schooling. He says he would have liked to be a "medicine doctor" but it was obvious his talents lay elsewhere.

    In 1948, at the age of 16, he had his first poem published and seven years later he graduated from the University of Warsaw with a Master's degree in history.

    Almost immediately he began work for the youth journal Sztander Mlodych during the most active period of its history as an investigative publication. In one report he uncovered widespread corruption in the industrial city of Nowa Huta, at the time a showplace of Socialist enterprise. For this story he was awarded the Golden Cross of Merit at the age of 23.

    As a result, he began working for the Polish Press agency, in the beginning travelling around his own country, producing a series of reportages later collected in a book entitled The Bush Polish Style.

    Then, in 1956, he made his first trip out of Poland as a foreign correspondent — to Afghanistan, India and Pakistan. It was to dictate the shape of his life for the next 30 years.

    "My motivation was I can't stay in one place. I have to move. I'm thinking when I am in motion. This was the starting point.”

    He was in Zanzibar when the revolution broke out; fled to Tanganyika to write the story only to find himself involved in a counter-coup there. For several weeks he was the only journalist in Angola when the Portuguese were leaving and civil war was about to break out. He was arrested by gendarmes with machine-guns in Stanleyville, managed to escape to Burundi, only to be rearrested by Belgian paratroopers who wanted to execute him.

    He began to acquire a reputation of being in the right place at the right time. He says of this, with characteristic modesty: "Some­times, yes. Sometimes it's experience. To do something you also need a stroke of luck. You need many other things. You need a certain ability. You have to know how to work hard. You have to be patient. You have to know how to suffer. Also you need a stroke of luck. It's something very difficult to describe, to define.

    "I just feel I should be here. It's not that I'm always right. Sometimes nothing hap­pens in certain situations in which I am sure something will happen.

    “For example it was before the war between Honduras and Salvador in Central America. We were a group of correspon­dents waiting for the war one month. Nothing happened, everybody left the coun­try. I was left, just a few days more and exactly the next day it happened.'

    The question he is asked most often about his experiences is: why is he willing to face death so often, to place himself in very dangerous situations to get his stories?

    "You see, in the moment when you're working- and you know that something is going on at the front, your first thing is to go there. At this very moment you don't think about fear. You think about being there.

    "Because this situation in which you found yourself requires from you a hundred different activities. Again you have no time to think. Only when you come out of this you think, "Idiot, stupid, why did you do this?'

    "Once I was in this really terrible situa­tion in the Angola war. We were driving by night and we were ambushed and there was fire all round. We were just laying. Don't know nothing because it's night. I was praying, saying, 'My God, if you save me this time I will never again go to this situation. I promise.' And I was serious."

    Kapuściński's importance as a writer stems not from his news reports but from the fact that he has used all these experiences to develop a new form of writing — he calls his books "texts" to emphasise this — which blends literature and journalism. He wants to be there instantly but also to make a long and profound study of the situation.

    Kapuściński shares with that other great Polish writer Stanislaw Lem and with the structural anthropologist I.evi-Strauss the thirst for exploring new worlds, of trying to find new boundaries. In his view it is important to go out of his tradition in order to perceive the world from another perspective.

    "To explain my situation, I was always working in these Third World countries as a press agency correspondent. When I finished that job I found myself very unsatisfied because agency reporting, in a traditional and of way, is so obsolete, so narrow, so limited. There are a lot of things which don't fit and those exact things are the most important.

    "What is a fact? Today, 8 August, is a fact but for me, if I'm going somewhere, the mood is also a fact; the way of thinking is a fact, the colour is a fact, the smell is a fact. So all these new facts don't fit the traditional way of writing but they are very important to the reality, how they influence the behaviour of the people, the events and everything. So then you have to find new ways of expression and this you can find only in a literary way."

    After his official duties were over, he began writing for himself, exploring new forms.

    "They are non-factual books in the tradi­tional sense of the word. Reflections about experiences I had, people I met, a sort of lyrical writing but at the same time based on the realities and transmitting the cultural facts, social facts, psychological facts. This I call reflective writing, trying to use my knowledge but expressed in literary, poetic language.

    "1 would like my books to give not only the impression of what I see but also to give to the reader knowledge of other worlds, other culture.

    "The contemporary world is a world of many different traditions, cultures, lan­guages, civilisations. You have to find how you can translate one culture and code to another culture and code, which is very difficult.

    "At the same time it's very important to find what is universal in all cultures and what is universal in the behaviour of man in all cultural settings. So you have to see the world from different points, starting from analysing very small details and trying to find, in these very details, something which is universal; and the reverse, finding some universal laws of history, in the place of the man in a given historical situation.

    "My own experience, and this is a large experience because I practically know the whole world, is the great similarity of human beings. There are some differences, which are differences of culture and educa­tion but generally, if you take the main behaviour of man, his reaction and feelings are very similar, independent of all culture. I think this allows humanity to exist. "

    In Kapuściński’s books it is possible to travel through time, to observe all shades and periods of power, from the Royalist to the Ruritanian, from the baroque to the bestial. For power is the major subject of his work and his analysis and understanding of it has rarely been equalled.

    "You can have a sort of technical prog­ress," he says, "it's visible in history. But if we still read Plato, Machiavelli and Shakespeare like contemporary books it means that there is no ethical progress. Suddenly you find groups of people behav­ing in the way that has already been described in literature five thousand years ago in Sumer or Babylon. It's like a contemporary play, just changing the cos­tume.

    "You see the problem is that culture is in very big danger, culture in the broad sense of the word, because there is no possibility of coexistence between the primitive, totalita­rian power and the culture. These are two big powers which cannot exist in one place.

    "This totalitarian power wants to destroy the culture because the real danger to them always comes from there — from the students, from the intellectuals — but also from the force of traditional culture, trans­mitting the values of democracy, of free­dom, of human dignity. '

    This is the problem of history, or the future, as he sees it, and the one that fascinates him most. Being Polish has, of course, enabled him to observe such proces­ses at first hand and many read his books as metaphors of his own country's problems.

    "In Poland, when people ask me about other writers, colleagues and friends, they ask not so much what he's doing but how he behaves, what position he takes in the conflicting situation ..."

    Kapuściński's position is that he now finds himself faced with a new problem — fame, and its accompanying demands. The Emperor has already been translated into 20 languages, Shah Of Shahs into twelve in the first year and his readership is growing rapidly. As a modest man with scholarly devotion to his craft, this new pressure is difficult for him to bear.

    "I'm trying to escape somehow but it is very difficult," he says. "It's the changing role of the writer in contemporary society. Society asks him to be more and more involved in the problems of the world. Be active, be personally present. You have to fight to have the time to write your books."

    In 1978, the Polish film maker Andrzej Wajda admitted that the hero of his movie Rough Treatment, the story of a star reporter in his forties who returns home and finds he cannot adjust to normal life, had a 'clear correspondence' with Kapuściński

    Wajda, who is still trying to film The Emperor after being refused permission twice to make it in Poland, says of his friend: "He is to me the embodiment of a free person, the kind we all wish to be, for the whole world is his home. He departs and comes back, tells a few fascinating stories and disappears again. The fact that he understands the world perfectly gives him a sense of his worth, something that is not accessible to others. '

    Who is Ryszard Kapuściński? One of the great journalists of our time.






    KAPUŚCIŃSKI 1: MEMORIES of a MENTOR

    Top: First publication of a photo by Ed Barber taken in 1984 outside Paddington Station.












    RYSZARD KAPU
    ŚCIŃSKI

    (1932-2007)
    Memories of A Mentor


    I can remember quite distinctly where I was when I first encountered the work of Kapuściński. Sitting in the sunshine on a Saturday morning next to the old coal bunker in our garden of the time, next to a huge flowering array of michaelmas daisies, having a cup of tea. A parcel had arrived in the post from Picador Books with material on this man who to me at that time was a complete unknown.

    The parcel contained a 53pp photocopy of a profile of Kapuściński by Andrzej W. Pawluczuk of Kapuscinski, published by the Authors Agency and "Czytelnik" in Warsaw in 1980.

    I began reading and was almost immediately excited and electrified in the way I had been when I first read 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' in Rolling Stone magazine. This was something new and exciting, a new journalism from the East.

    Shortly afterwards, I conducted the first interview that Kapuściński had ever given in Britain on 9th August 1984. It was, I am pretty sure, his first visit to the country. We met at the Basil Hotel in Knightsbridge in their wonderfully old-fashioned tea room. It is fair to say we were both nervous but soon found simpatico between us.

    At that time I believe only The Emperor, his extraordinary account of the court of Hailie Selassie had been translated and published in English. He was to become, in very short order, widely regarded as one of the great foreign correspondents of the 20th century.

    It is fair to say that we became friends, dear close personal friends. We maintained a correspondence. We were to meet again in April 1986 for a further interview.

    Kapuściński was a mentor to me. He was the first person to tell me that journalism was a vocation. Iasked him what he could tell me about the world he had roamed over for so manyyears. He told me I would remember the important things; this is what I recall. Firstly, people are the same the world over - they are born and they die, they have children. Secondly, human nature doesn't change, that's why Machiavelli and Shakespeare are contemporary works.

    Ryszard got angry with me once, saying he didn't eat an orange until he was 15. That put me in my place. Another time I was a bit downcast, he asked me why and I told him I had money worries and he just reached in his pocket pulled out a role of notes and gave them to me. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

    Our correspondence was sporadic and is now in a file carefully protected. The first letter from him is dated November 30th 1984. The second on January 26th 1985. All was going well. I was editing a brand new magazine called Tomorrow and the interview was to feature in it. Then calamity struck and the magazine was taken out of our hands. [There is a long story attached to this which will have to be written about at a later time]. I alerted Ryszard to the situation and received the following letter from him, dated 17 September 1985:

    Dear John:

    'I am extremely sorry to answer your letter so late but I have been away from Warsaw for quite a long time, in such an outlandish place deep in Poland that I couldn't write a single page there. Still, I was thinking about you quite often and only when I arrived in warsaw could I rush to answer your letter.'

    He thanks me for the clippings and a copy of an Evelyn Waugh book on Ethiopia I sent him. The letter continues:

    'I was really shocked when I read about your misfortune. I feel exteremely sorry for you/and for myself! Who will ever popularise me in the way you were so kind to invent?/I hope that you have already recovered from this misfortune - this is, at least, the good news I would like to recieve in your next letter.

    'If everything is fine I will come to England next spring for at least three months. I am already looking forward to seeing you then and I am glad at the thought of meeting you. Once again I apologise for the fatal delay but I wish we could still correspond with each other. I would like to keep in touch with you as I do appreciate your letters, news from you, your kind heart and your help.

    My best wishes as ever
    Ryszard Kapuściński

    Other short letters followed and then on 8th April 1986, I wrote to him c/o St Anthony's College Oxford, to altert him that I had obtained tickets to a lecture by Bob Geldof at the Royal Institute of International Affairs in Pall Mall on 22nd April. Geldof had persuaded Mick Jagger to do Live Aid by giving him a copy of The Emperor. I introduced K to Bob. (see 'Memory Exercise' - my very first entry in this blog on June 1st 2005 for more details)

    Various letters followed and we met again at the Royal Court Theatre when he came over for the stage play of 'The Emperor', adapted by Michael Hastings and Jonathan Miller, in April 1987. The letters show that I was in touch Bill Buford, then running Granta over his Kapuściński piece and also with Adam Low who was making a BBC Arena programme.

    A Xmas card arrived and then another letter in July 1988, saying he had spent the spring at the Temple University in Philadelphia and had also been to Uganda - he was working on his book on Idi Amin at that time. A further letter in October said 'we've experienced recently very turbulent events taking place and they consumed a lot of my time but I was unable to isolate myself from them.' By the time I wrote again in December I had been to Moscow.

    In 1989 he wrote in February and April, in the latter letter congratulating me on 'The Greenprace Story' (see previous posting). 'I am only too happy to congratulate you on having this book published. I found this perfect fusion of remarkable photos and text, extremely interesting, made with highest journalistic skills. I am pretty sure that the book will receive an approving media coverage and an enthusiastic public recepion.'

    An Xmas card came in 1990, I responded on January 2nd and his last letter came to me on Jan 24th. It read, in part. I am happy to learn that you are planning to come to Warsaw and I will be very glad to meet you at the airport.'

    In fact I never made it to Warsaw. Ryszard took a long trip across the former Soviet Union for his book Imperium and I got absorbed with other projects. He wrote again in April 1991, I responded with a lengthy two-page letter. At that point, the letters run out.

    Time passed. Every so often I would think of Ryszard but our contact by then was lost. Then came the news this January that he had passed away. Its taken about three months for me to face reading all these letters again. A dear sweet man, sadly missed. I will never forget him and always treasure the support and inspiration he so freely gave me.


    Monday, November 20, 2017

    THE FACE2: PERSONAL CONTRIBUTIONS.

    Having digested Paul Gorman's history book, THE GENERALIST decided to try and track down all the contributions I made to the mag over what period.

    My name was on the masthead [from Issue 10/ Feb1981] for several years as one of the many freelance contributors. I was very much an outrider, contributing shorter pieces to the Intro and review sections. Whatever reputation I had at this time came mainly from my work at the NME as 'Dick Tracy' where I'd staked out some territory. I got on well with Nick Logan but I was never one of his star writers. It was great to hang out at the various Face offices [Mortimer Street and The Old Laundry] and to pitch in stories to Paul Rambali and Lesley White.

    I wrote three features that made it into print:



    ⧫A three-page piece on Montgomery Clift - now one of this blog's perennial and most popular posts [THE FACE No 9/Jan 1981]










    ⧫ An exclusive feature on the great Polish foreign correspondent Ryszard Kapuscinski based on original interviews. Full text on this blog.
    [THE FACE No 76/August 1986]


    ⧫ A significant feature on the fashion designer Katherine Hamnett which helped establish her radical credentials, reprinted for the first time in FACE3 post to follow.

    I was also selected by Nick to travel to Paris and represent The Face at the Actuel office for the European issue, organised by the late Jean-François Bizot (1944 – 2007). See FACE 4 post
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    PREVIEW SPREAD ON 'RAGING BULL' [THE FACE No 10/Feb 1981]


    THE FACE 16/August 1981]


    THE RIGHT STUFF  
    " . . the world was divided into those who had it and those who did not. This quality, this IT, was never named, however, nor was it talked about in any way."
    THE Right Stuff is the mythic essence of America and who better to write about it than New Journalist Tom Wolfe, who has spent an entire career observing the social mores, the trends, the styles of USA as viewed from the perspective of bizarre social, private groups like bikers, surfers and acid heads.Wolfe may be the only living writer who can handle fashion and technology with equal ease. He observes the cut of an astronaut's cuff while delineating the technological statistics of a Saturn launcher. He revels in the incongruity of it all, the specialised language: the words, baby, the words.
    In essence, this shimmery paperback is a history of the American drive into space, from the postwar world of the test pilots to the end of the Mercury programme, ending before the Man on the Moon became reality. For those who lived through this Space Race, here is a completely new view of events, a startling revisioning of information previously only made public through the sanitary sieve of LIFE magazine, which airbrushed out all warts and blemishes.
    This is the only book that will actually give you the experience of an orbital flight round this planet, in a superb chapter that can only have been constructed from endless hours of conversation. Or was it?
    Wolfe's technique is flawless, his prose propelling you along like high-octane fuel—and there are no joins. Here is a class performer at work, a showman with a serious bent. He lays bare what it meant to be an astronaut. The Flying & Drinking and Drinking & Driving cycle. What it feels like to inhale pure oxygen to cut through a hangover, and then charge out into the stratosphere to break the sound barrier in prototype needleplanes that bend and strain. What it feels like to be strapped in a centrifuge, spun at unbelievable speeds, with clusters of wires up your rectum. What it feels like to be sitting in an armchair which fits like a glove, sitting on top of an ocean of explosive fuel and pointing at the stars.
    Reading Tom Wolfe in full flight is an EXPERIENCE. He lights an afterburner under your imagination—and the korker is it's all true. Don't miss this.
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    THE FACE No 21/January 1982



    Sadat is shot. The Pope is shot. Reagan is shot. The Yorkshire Ripper is caught and caged. Operation Bright Star sees American paratroopers playing war games in Egypt. Russians stage massive invasion rehearsals on the shores of the Baltic. Thousands die and are dying in the deadly and frightening Spanish cooking oil disaster. Youth riots in Zurich, Berlin and Amsterdam are followed by Brixton, Toxteth, Moss Side. The Springboks trigger riots in New Zealand. CND grows and grows and grows. The dole queue grows and grows and grows. Bob Marley dies, a cadet tries to shoot the queen, and the Royal Wedding brings millions of royalists onto the streets. Abel Gance and William Holden die. One by one the hunger strikers die and bombs return to London. Afghanistan grows into Russia's Vietnam. Libya plays chicken games with the White House. Europeans discover themselves to be living in the next nuclear target zone and take to the streets. The Oi! cult meets the Orange People. El Salvador. The deathly duo Haig and Weinburger. The year of Tony Benn and the SDP. Solidarity and the Space Shuttle. The Commander of Nato forces in Europe misses terrorist bomb death by inches. Voyager has a close encounter with Saturn. Lech Waleska keeps on shining. Meg leaves the motel. 1982 promises to be exciting. ■ DICK TRACY 

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    THE FACE No 30/October 1982 was a good issue for me: three stories in the Intro Section and a full spread at the back of the magazine which I was proud of . Great layout. 




    One of the highlights of the financially ill-starred WOMAD festival was African Expo, a blend of traditional and modern pieces in all mediums out of which Martin Lovis' pictures on the South African regime stood as one of the best contributions. They force the spectator to face this fascist reality, to see with new eyes a situation which time and familiarity have accustomed us to. Lovis' skill at blending imagery and his development as an artist stem from three sources; his training as a photo-retoucher in a South London printing company, his time at Bromley Art College where he discovered colour theory and four years spent working in advertising and marketing. This combined experience enables him to produce seamless paintings in a photo-realist style. Lovis, now 28, lives in Ladbroke Grove but we met in the dim basement bar of the Africa Centre where the sound of Soul and Lovis' naturally soft speaking voice combined to thwart detailed enquiry. However some facts did emerge: notably that all the proceeds from the sale of reproductions of the 30 paintings he produced on South Africa during 1979-80 have been donated to Medico International, a Frankfurt-based organisation which promotes basic health programs in the Third World. Anxious not to be dubbed as solely a political artist, Lovis' work will move in new directions in the future. He has produced book jackets and has just completed the cover for a Zounds compilation album on Rough Trade. Living in the material world means paying the phone bill. Art directors take note.  
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    Bert Stern was at one time the highest paid photographer in the world, producing startling advertising shots and personality profiles, fashion portfolios and photo exclusives that were original, imaginative and distinctive. He wanted to make a movie before he was 30 so he took film cameras to the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival and the result is called 'Jazz On A Summer's Day', the godfather of all music documentaries, rated by Scorsese and Altman as one of the best films ever made. Featuring the first footage of Chuck Berry alongside Thelonius Monk, Louis Armstrong and a host of lesser-knowns, Stern took his skill as a photographer and applied it to the motion picture with great force. Looked at 25 years later it has a modern feel and retains its power intact. Packed with incidental detail, beautifully observed, it stands as one of the great music films.

    Stern went on to photograph Twiggy in 1967, Elizabeth Taylor, Sophia Loren, Marisa Berenson and Marilyn Monroe- his pictures of her being featured in the recently published 'The Last Sitting' (Orbis £12.50). He was a patient of the legendary Dr Feelgood, who gave him B-12 shots with amphetamine and is credited as being the man who gave Cary Grant LSD. His empire collapsed, everyone thought he was dead, but his fortunes have recently revived. [Stern died on June 26, 2013. See Wikipedia]

    THE FACE No 32/ Dec 1982

    A less lucky legendary American is featured in 'Lenny Bruce Without Tears', a startling black and white film compiled from newsreels, interviews, snatches of his club act and intimate footage - spliced together with talking heads like Kenneth Tynan, Paul Krassner and Malcolm Muggeridge. If you've never seen Lenny in action this will hit you between the eyes. It's a powerful and disturbing document from the underground which raises the question as to where the radical protesters of the  Eighties are hiding. Both films are available through Nikon Video, an independent distribution company. Ask for them at your local video dealer. You will not be disappointed.'







    Friday, November 23, 2007

    THE AUDIO GENERALIST: NEW POSTINGS














    Four important interviews have been added to the Audio Generalist in the last couple of months
    for your listening pleasure.

    First the two interviews I conducted in 1984 and 1986 with the famous foreign correspondent Ryszard Kapuscinski, who I have written about extensively here.

    Second, the interview I conducted with Al Gore in 1992 on the eve of the Rio Earth Summit.
    Read more abour Gore here

    Thirdly, a brand new interview with the poet Michael Horovitz about his major new work 'A New Waste Land.' See previous posting here.

    Friday, March 04, 2016

    CULT BOOKS: JOHN STEINBECK & RICHARD ZIMLER


    These two remarkable books, picked up at random, deserve to be reviewed together for reasons that will become apparent.

    'The Moon is Down' is a Steinbeck work that I'd never heard of let alone read. Its a brilliant and timeless tale, deserving to stand alongside 'Nineteen Eighty Four' and 'Brave New World'. There's a war on and enemy troops have invaded and taken over a small riverside town in an unnamed country that could stand for anywhere. Several of the citizens die in the fierce fight to take over the town. The invaders then settle in and plan to subjugate the inhabitants by force and fear. What they hadn't bargained on was the strength and spirit of the people. This metaphorical and symbolic story will never age. Which reminds me of something the great late foreign correspondent Ryszard Kapuscinski said to me: "Human nature doesn't change. That's why Machiavelli and Shakespeare are contemporary works." 

    The book was initially published in 1942 at the height of the Second World War and the Introduction this Penguin edition by Donald V. Coers, explains in some detail the extraordinary impact the book had in the Occupied Territories of Europe. He writes:

    'In spite of the Nazis' efforts to suppress The Moon Is Down, hundreds and thousands of copies of the Norwegian, Danish, Dutch and French clandestine editions circulated through the occupation. It was easily the most popular work of propaganda in occupied Western Europe. The efforts put forth by the resistance and by ordinary citizens to distribute the novel within their respective countries, and the risks they took doing in doing so, bear witness to the importance they attached to it.'
    'The Seventh Gate' by Richard Zimler is about a very specific time and space: Berlin in the period during the rise of Hitler, the establishment of the Nazi state and the persecution of the Jews. Its a riveting tale by a master story-teller told through the thoughts and experiences of a young Aryan girl who hates the Nazis and befriends a group of Jewish intellectuals and circus performers. The characters live and breathe and the atmosphere of the times are skilfully and movingly portrayed. There are love affairs and deeply disturbing violent episodes that bring home the terrors and horrors in a visceral non-cliched manner. Beautifully written, full of darkness and beauty, magic and brutality, its a book that will live on in my imagination.


    Wednesday, June 17, 2009

    IRAN: TECHNOLOGICAL DEJA VU

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    More than 70 per cent of the Iranian nation are under 30

    Having spent part of the day helping my friend Bill celebrate his 65th birthday, I then spent a couple of hours following the latest news and watching every video I could find on the net about the democracy demonstrations in Iran

    Tonight on the radio, the BBC announced that Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is trying to ban foreign correspondents and is engaged in a widespread clampdown on broadcast, mobile phone and internet communications in response to the country's contested election results.

    Reuters reported today that the U.S. State Department  had contacted the social networking service Twitter to urge it to delay a planned upgrade that would have cut daytime service to Iranians who are disputing their election. Twitter upgraded successfully today in half the time expected.

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    Here's  a post by Nancy Johnson on the Baltimore Sun's Second Opinion site headed Iran's Twitter Revolution: Just when you thought that social networking had been successfully dismissed as a fad and a frivolity, the elections in Iran show the world exactly how powerful sites such as Facebook and Twitter can be. Since the disputed election results were announced, Iranians have taken to the streets -- and the Internet.

    'They're using Facebook to organize marches, they're posting videos on YouTube to show the world the violence used to quell the demonstrations, and the discussion is so active on Twitter that you can find more than 1,500 messages detailing the actions and reactions from around the globe. Huffington Post has a live blogger who updates his reports on a nearly minute-by-minute basis.

    'People on both sides of the dispute are mobilizing their supporters and organizing their protests on a vast scale. "Twitter" doesn't seem like such a funny word anymore.'

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    Source: Tehran Bureau

    This all rang a large bell with me and, after some searching, I found the article I was looking for.

    The author is Anthony Sampson, a great journalist now sadly gone, who is perhaps best known for his official biography of Nelson Mandela, his various books on the 'Anatomy of Britain', for his investigative work on ITT's involvement with the CIA-plotted coup in Chile that overthrew the Allende regime.

    On the 13th January 1980, he wrote this column for The Observer'  entitled 'Coups by Cassette and Cathode-Ray' The main theme was about tv diplomacy and focused on the then stand-off between President Carter and the Ayatollah Khomeini, an eerie echo of the current situation.

    Sampson comments: The Iranian 'students'....were able to present their case direct to American viewers...[they] like many hijackers before them, were able to use their hostages to make hostages of the television networks too.'

    j7807 According to Wikipedia: 'The Iran hostage crisis was a diplomatic crisis between Iran and the United States where 52 Americans were held hostage for 444 days from November 4, 1979 to January 20, 1981, after a group of Islamist students and militants took over the American embassy in support of the Iranian Revolution.'

    But even more relevant to our current times, is his analysis of the communication revolution of the day - the video cassette. He wrote:

    'The technology of communications is itself changing, and undermining the old assumption that radio and television will strengthen the power of centralised despotism...

    'In Iran, two years ago, while the Shah seemed confident that his control of the press and television gave him a monopoly of communications, thousands of cassettes were circulating in the bazaars, carrying the voice of the exiled Ayatollah (abetted by that other revolutionary instrument, the Xerox machine, which multiplies  copies of seditious 'night letters'). The Iranian revolution was the first cassette revolution, but it is unlikely to be the last.'

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    In recent years Iran has become the third biggest blogging nation in the world with an estimated 700,000 blogs recorded in 2005, of which 40,000-110,000 are believed to be still active (says Wikipedia, which has an Iranian blogging chronology)

    646 According to this, the first blog was sent on the 7th September 2001. It was written by Hossein Derakhshan who is frequently called 'the father of Persian blogs.' This Canadian/ Iranian was arrested on 1st November 2008 and is still under detention. He has still not been officially charged with any offence.

    See the video: Speech by Hossein (9the Feb 2006) on 'Reform, Youth and Technology in Iran '

    Please read my Previous Post on WE ARE IRAN, the title of a most moving book (published in the UK in 2006), containing  extracts from Iranian  blogs of all kinds, like the one below.

                                                   17 November 2004

    I keep a web log so that I can breathe in this suffocating air... In a society where one is taken to history's abbatoir for the mere crime of thinking. I write so as not to be lost in my despair...so that I feel that I am somewhere where my calls for justice can be uttered...I write a weblog so that I can shout, cry and laugh, and do the things that they have taken away from me in Iran. www.lolivashaneh.blogspot.com

    The book claims that:

    Farsi (Persian) is the fourth most used language in the world for keeping blogs.

    There are 64,000 bloggers writing in Farsi in Iran; some would put the figure nearer a million.

    One of the great books on Iran is Ryszard Kapuscinski's Shah of Shahs. You can read my interview with him, KAPUŚCIŃSKI 2: THE FACE and listen to it on the Audio Generalist.