I have read a lot of books. Some stay, most go. As I move along with this little weebly, I will discuss here some books that have stayed with me.
THE ARENA OF WAR.
For all the love and peace (man) ethos of the hippies wandering around and above us kids in the commune/s, war zones have always interested me a bit. Not sure why. The intensity of such an arena, perhaps.
A bombed-out Beirut in 1994 is the nearest I've ever come to war.
Sailing across seas has been a better option: still dangerous, can be seriously dull, you strive for impeccability (it's needed) and, more often than not, no one dies.
There was always conflict around us in the commune - people so often pull in different directions. And the majority of men are naturally combative, however they dress it up, always wanting to be top dog. Thank God for the good sense of women. Being a war correspondent is a weird thing to want to be. I imagine you resign yourself to a life of nights of uneasy dreams. Here are some books, by a clutch of souls, about war, that have stayed with me.
There was always conflict around us in the commune - people so often pull in different directions. And the majority of men are naturally combative, however they dress it up, always wanting to be top dog. Thank God for the good sense of women. Being a war correspondent is a weird thing to want to be. I imagine you resign yourself to a life of nights of uneasy dreams. Here are some books, by a clutch of souls, about war, that have stayed with me.
- Tim Page was a photographer during Vietnam.
- Rory Stewart is just sort of a remarkable man.
- Anthony Lloyd remains a correspondent for The Times.
- Jon Swain's an old Asia-hand journalist.
Still to come...
- Cities in general, and soho-itis in particular.
- Sailing and the sea.
- From childhood.
- The usual suspects (The 'Greats', Lists, Fiction 5000).
- Travelogue.
- Art. (I love art.)
- The natural world.