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I can't really say I "enjoyed" this memoir, because it was basically a collection of awful things happening to people—to Anderson, to his family, to everyone in the areas he reported from—which is not enjoyable. But it was truly interesting and enlightening.
I really didn't know much about Anderson going into this book, just that I trusted his straightforward, logical, and clear reporting style because I've been watching him for the past year (it's the end of 2020) on CNN. I knew he'd just adopted a son recently. That's about it.
This older memoir (written in 2005?) sheds light on two major tragedies in his life before the age of 20, a little on who his parents were and their past, and on his earlier career up to that point, as a young, novice reporter throwing himself into the dangers of the world and what he saw and how he was changed by it. The stories were horrific, and honest, and frustrating.
He writes like he reports news. It was all very succinct with no embellishments—"The facts, ma'am, just the facts"—and devoid of most emotion or florid writing. Which, I guess, should be expected, but it's just very different from many memoirs I've read. Good but different.
I'm not keeping it for another readthrough in the future, but I'm glad I read it.
I really didn't know much about Anderson going into this book, just that I trusted his straightforward, logical, and clear reporting style because I've been watching him for the past year (it's the end of 2020) on CNN. I knew he'd just adopted a son recently. That's about it.
This older memoir (written in 2005?) sheds light on two major tragedies in his life before the age of 20, a little on who his parents were and their past, and on his earlier career up to that point, as a young, novice reporter throwing himself into the dangers of the world and what he saw and how he was changed by it. The stories were horrific, and honest, and frustrating.
He writes like he reports news. It was all very succinct with no embellishments—"The facts, ma'am, just the facts"—and devoid of most emotion or florid writing. Which, I guess, should be expected, but it's just very different from many memoirs I've read. Good but different.
I'm not keeping it for another readthrough in the future, but I'm glad I read it.