Slate spits on the fresh grave of Ryszard Kapuściński. According to Slate, his books, which are sold as reportage, include "magical realism," or in other words, shit he made up. I am of two minds on this subject. If I know that he is making it up, I can accept it as novelistic. If it is supposed to be reality than I would be pissed. Dispatches, the classic Vietnam book, is similar. Herr "embellished" bits of that book. He revealed this only later, but before I read it. Had I read it as straight reportage and then heard he was an exaggerator, I probably would have not been psyched.
Friday, January 26, 2007
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