Monthly Archives: August 2007

Mr Pilger & the revolution

John Pilger has made this film, which focuses on Venezuela but expands to cover Latin America at large and the region’s bloody relationship with the empire to the North. In many ways it’s a very good film. It’s long for … Continue reading

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The Book

An extract: “The challenge journalists face in trying to explain conflicts in a limited amount of time and space is immense. There is a tendency, seen for example in the mainstream coverage of the so-called war on terror, to reduce … Continue reading

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North London

The cafĂ© was called a patisserie–boulangerie, as if that made it more authentic. Huge panes of shining glass, pine floors, small polished wooden tables for two, and pyramid stacks of Bonne Maman conserve with false checked-cloth lids. Two trays of … Continue reading

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the dream after the demo

Waking up after yesterday’s protest – Heathrow! B-A-A! We don’t want your third runway! – was altogether an unpleasant experience. A dream had filled my night with depression: I had given birth to two stripy grey kittens. One died immediately … Continue reading

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another Schutztruppe

She’d obviously been around the block a few times. She kept saying, ‘You have no idea, you really have no idea,’ and then laughing intensely. Funny thing to say, he thought, because of course none of us really have any … Continue reading

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Cabinda

Oil wells have nice names, the sort you want to stick your tongue around and through and say over and over again. Massamabala is one. In fact, it’s called Massamabala-1, which isn’t quite so seductive. But the -1 draw you … Continue reading

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walking to the Lea

He was rolling her nipple between his fingers. She was old and overweight, so the nipple hung low near her waist. He was leaning on her, his head resting between her shoulder and the breast, and I imagined him suckling … Continue reading

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