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272 pages, Hardcover
First published March 5, 2024
Fortunately, a good Samaritan, a stranger, rescues him, gets an ambulance, and stays with him as he is rushed to a hospital. A cherished colleague arranges transport from India to New York and admission to the best hospital in the world for treating the author’s brain tumor, a stage 4 glioblastoma.
The diagnosis is terminal, with a timeline, give or take, of 15 months even after 99.9 percent of the big tumor and its tentacles have been removed. It wasn’t the kind of cancer that metastasizes; it was the kind that spontaneously recurs. The havoc it wreaks on one’s health, along with the side effects of chemotherapy and radiation, and the vacant space left where it has been removed, take their toll.
My cousin in Philadelphia dealt with ups and downs from the same diagnosis before his death. The son of our dear friend also gave his mother spells of hope a few times before succumbing to the inevitable. Ted Kennedy and John McCain died from this cancer.
Rod Nordland wanted to make the most of whatever time he had left. He received help from world-class medical care and therapies. Meanwhile, he suffered from “chemo brain” fog and memory problems. He struggled to figure out how to button a shirt and how to put on a pair of pants. Nevertheless, he stayed stubbornly optimistic and used humor to laugh his way through the difficulties.
As if he didn’t have enough problems with terminal cancer, Nordland tried to ride a bike in Manhattan and promptly got sideswiped by a messenger coming headlong at him on an electric bike —a hit and run, resulting in broken ribs and fractured vertebrae. Then there was the Covid-19 Pandemic of 2020, which sentenced him to solitary confinement in his small apartment, which nearly drove him crazy.
Nordland, the war correspondent, the creative writer, uses the “monsoon” of the title as a metaphor for the “second life” that comes to those who recognize their inevitable and imminent mortality. He makes the most of the time he has left. He reconciles with his alienated grown children. He finds peace with his ex-wife even in the presence of his fiancée. He enjoys the company of friends he has made throughout the decades of his long, distinguished career.
Which is the other story in the book. True tales of daring, close calls, and eye-popping adventures, as can be told only by a war reporter with 50 years of experience as a journalist, make up most of the substance of Waiting for the Monsoon. He leads us into his career by painting the portrait of his background: a despicable father, who is a pedophile (eventually sentenced to life in prison), a spectacularly devoted mother, and his outrageous adolescence redeemed by a prescient English teacher.
Halfway through Penn State, he discovers his passion for journalism. After college, he works his way up with the Philadelphia Inquirer. From police reporter to foreign war correspondent, Nordland develops his skills and his knack for finding compelling stories. As newspapers lose resources for his sort of work, he signs on with Newsweek, which keeps him moving through war zones, into dangerous and horrendous surroundings. His final employer, to his good fortune, is the New York Times.
Throughout the pages of this book, the author inserts short examples of his news articles, usually in tune with what he is remembering from his career, or with what he is experiencing with his illness. Remarkably, although he had lost his ability to type on a keyboard, he handwrote the manuscript of this book and then dictated it for transcription.
Last night, as I read the final pages, I was struck by his realization that I might google his obituary. In fact, this morning, I did just that. He died on June 22, 2025, two weeks before I started reading his story. Like any of us who may be lucky enough to anticipate our end, he said he would die “waiting for the monsoon,” a surprise and relief from the scorching heat of this life. Believe me, this book will hold your attention and give you plenty to think about.