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An extraordinary collection of reportage that tells the story of some of the most important world events of the past 16 years, from one of the most talented and intrepid female journalists at work today.
Since leaving England aged 21 with an invitation to a Karachi wedding and a yearning for adventure, Christina Lamb has spent 20 years living out of suitcases, reporting from around the world and becoming one of Britain’s most highly regarded journalists. She has won numerous awards, including being named Foreign Correspondent of the Year a remarkable four times.
‘Small Wars Permitting’ is a collection of her best reportage, following the principal events of the last two decades everywhere from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. But Lamb’s main interest has always been in the untold stories, the people and places others don’t visit. Undaunted by danger, disease or despots, she has travelled by canoe through the Amazon rainforest in search of un-contacted Indians, joined a Rio samba school to infiltrate crime rackets behind Carnival and survived a terrifying ambush by Taliban.
No less remarkable are the characters that Lamb meets along the way, from Marsh Arabs who covet Play Stations instead of buffaloes to an Armenian compère for performing dolphins with whom she travelled during the war in Iraq.
Lamb’s writing is passionate, powerful and poetic, transforming reportage into literature. Through the stories she tells – and her own development from a self-confessed ‘war junkie’ to a devoted mother – Lamb attempts to comprehend the human consequences of conflict in the countries she has come to know.
402 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 21, 2008
"Despite my protests that I cannot dance, I find myself two hours later with peacock feathers erupting skywards from my head, a pair of glittery wings that enclose my chest and shoulders, a sequined bikini and little else. At first, moving through the streets, I felt awkard and out of step, but then something amazing happened. The music seemed to talk hold of my feet and I found myself catching the rhythm. I never wanted the night to end.".
"Despite my protests that I cannot dance, I find myself two hours later with peacock feathers erupting skywards from my head, a pair of glittery wings that enclose my chest and shoulders, a sequined bikini and little else. At first, moving through the streets, I felt awkard and out of step, but then something amazing happened. The music seemed to talk hold of my feet and I found myself catching the rhythm. I never wanted the night to end.
While Carnivale is a major contributor to Rio's image, and corporate sponsorship is highly visible in all directions, rumor has it that most of the events are funded by organized crime. Talk of drug money has surfaced in recent years."