How to sum up this bold, intelligent, fierce, tender, beautifully written exploration of memory, truth, reinvention, female friendship, conflict and ambition?
Set over one night in 2023 in the posh Upper East Side apartment of seemingly successful journalist Christine Campbell, it also takes us back to Christine’s childhood friendship with Frankie Pearson in Australia, and to the life-changing experience with Frankie as young women helping out in a small Dagestan mountain village – a village eventually caught in the crosshairs of war and terrorism in the dying days of the millennium.
As a cadet journalist in the late 1990s, I admired anyone who worked as a war correspondent. Still do. So tough, so noble, the ultimate pursuit of truth, human rights and international justice.
But, I also came to notice how wire stories from journalists embedded with a military, often didn't line up with accounts from local freelance journos or photographers on the ground. But why? And would it make any difference if the message was clear? As Johnston so brilliantly explores, truth can be slippery when it meets ambition, intention and revision. When the story angle becomes a weapon, as it always will. How can truth be found when there are narratives to uphold, loopholes to exploit, accolades to be won?
The Revisionists is a sophisticated story, yet incredibly accessible. It is a gripping look at the hotly topical issue of ethics in journalism and the beautiful but deeply flawed humanity at the beating heart of it all.