When reporting genocidal incidences, historians take on a heavy responsibility. Just 20 years after the genocide committed against the Tutsi of Rwanda, many of the protagonists are still alive and grappling their own narratives, and still feeling their pain.
Welcome back (after we took last week off, to digest) to our Friday roundup! We should have two weeks of news to cover, but nothing much of anything strange or startling happened Thanksgiving week, so we're going to concentrate on just this current week.
If there was ever a newspaper one could consider a friend all over the world, it was the International Herald Tribune. It conveyed a sense of warmth and familiarity that is often missing when one is living and working abroad.
College has been a heavenly vacation from the bleak reality that Exeter introduced me to. It's a reality in which shyness is considered a treatable disease; in which knowledge is no match for lung capacity; and in which breaking the mold is only acceptable if you make enough money doing so.
A lot of people are sitting on fascinating stories about the places where they work, where they live, what's happening in their lives. This is what journalists, what journalism, are supposed to be concerned with.
I find that now that the election is over, it's the first time I want to talk about it. I realize now that while I thought I was avoiding politics because it was a theater, there was also another reason.
When the age of Mencken passed, many felt that the column would be followed by nothing but news. But today, given the millions of words of columns, billions of blogs and tweets, opinion is riding high.
Newspapers seem to be clinging to blandness as a viable business model in an exciting new world of opinions available to their potential customers -- to their detriment. And then they wonder why they're failing.