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Ryszard Kapuściński
Polish reporter, photographer, poet and author (1932–2007)
"Kapuscinski" redirects here. For the composer, see Jarosław Kapuściński.
Ryszard Kapuściński (Polish:[ˈrɨʂartkapuˈɕt͡ɕij̃skʲi]ⓘ; 4 March 1932 – 23 January 2007) was a Polish reporter, photographer, poet and author. He received many awards and was considered a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature. Kapuściński's personal journals in book form attracted both controversy and admiration for blurring the conventions of reportage with the allegory and magical realism of literature.[1] He was the Communist-era Polish Press Agency's only correspondent in Africa during decolonization, and also worked in South America and Asia. Between 1956 and 1981 he reported on 27 revolutions and coups, until he was fired because of his support for the pro-democracy Solidarity movement in his native country. He was celebrated by other practitioners of the genre. The acclaimed Italian reporta
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On Revolutions, Civil War and Dictators: The Work of Ryszard Kapuscinski
These days it seems journalists have become less popular than lawyers. The widespread perception of journalism is that it is a field full of pedantic windbags and hacks with hidden agendas. For anyone who might be looking for evidence there is such a thing as a journalist with something mind-expanding to say, whose work is potentially as life-changing as a great film or novel, I recommend Ryszard Kapuscinski. His books might serve to dissuade journalist-haters from their blanket dismissal of our kind, the scribbling tribe.
Kapuscinski, who died earlier this year, was a Polish foreign correspondent and spent most of his career writing for the state news agency, PAP. Despite working for a poorly funded Soviet Bloc outfit he turned himself—arguably—into the best reporter that ever lived (unless the title goes to Herodotus, the ancient Greek historian and traveler who Kapuscinski idolized). Kapuscinski was most
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Autor:Shefa Siegel
Źródło:DTheTyee.ca
Last month I was travelling Nicaragua with two Polish friends. As new
friends do, we were fumbling for things to talk about, points of
commonality, shared interests. „Shefa loves Kapuscinski,” one told the
other. An approving look. „But Kapuscinski,” the friend asked, „he is
dead?” I shook my head vigorously no, insisting he had a new book
waiting to be published in English. Later, when I returned to Vancouver,
I opened talks with the owner of a bookstore to bring the Polish travel
writer for a signing once the book was published. „I must meet him,” I
told the storeowner.
Now the press agencies are reporting that in fact it is true, that
Ryszard Kapuscinski has died at the age of 74, supposedly after a long
illness. I gather there is much afoot in the world at the moment. Bombs
in Baghdad, nukes in Tehran, the Democrats on the march; all the front
page stories to which I have becom