Paralelamente a las actividades de la décimo sexta conferencia anual de la Asian Media Information & Communication Centre, del 26 al 28 de junio del año en curso, se realizan las actividades de la World Journalism Education Congress, en Singapur. El impulsor de ...
Este II Congreso Internacional de Blogs y Periodismo en la Red tuvo un éxito apoteosico a pesar de que algunos intentan minimizar el evento que ha reunido a estudiantes, docentes, investigadores y profesionales, venidos, desde distintas partes de España y del e...
“Yesterday, I was hysterical,” the Italian journalist and novelist Oriana Fallaci said. She was telling me a story about a local dog owner and the liberties he’d allowed his animal to take in front of Fallaci’s town house, on the Upper East Side. Big mistake. “I no l...
Last spring, during my final semester at Oxford, a cousin wrote to tell me that she was planning to work for an American company in Iraq over the summer. She suggested I join her. The company was called Iraqex, and it claimed on its website to have "expertise in coll...
SUBJECTIVITY and passion are characteristics not always conducive to successful journalism. But Oriana Fallaci made them her watchwords and combined them with a brutal honesty. It was as much her fiery and unforgiving personality that made her Italy’s best-known and ...
On the Internet, everybody is a millenarian. Internet journalism, according to those who produce manifestos on its behalf, represents a world-historical development—not so much because of the expressive power of the new medium as because of its accessibility to produ...
Along with everyone else who waited to see Capote on DVD, I had heard two things about it. First, of course, was that in playing Truman Capote, Philip Seymour Hoffman had delivered the performance of a lifetime. Second was that though Capote was a superlative film, i...
“What did they expect?” moaned Truman Capote after the publication in Esquire of “La Côte Basque 1965,” thinly fictionalized gossip about his socialite friends; the literary stink bomb had exploded in his face, effectively ending his career. “I’m a writer.” Capote...
