Tintin has for long been the favourite reporter in the land of sans serif. Because he gets to go to Tibet, gets to go to Egypt, hell, because he gets to go to the Moon before Neil boy—and never has to report the story. Never once do you see our ace reporter tearing his hair…
Daily Archives: 15 May 2007
Not a quill dipping into an almost empty bottle
Different professions have different emblems. Lawyers have the blindfolded lady carrying weighing scales. Doctors have the staff with two snakes. And so on. What could be an ideal symbol/motif/model for journalists and journalism? Something, say, which could be used next to our “Press” stickers? In Letters to a Young Journalist (Basic Books, 2006), Samuel G.…
While the rest of the world was dicking around
The public cynicism about journalism and journalists is some times well earned; most times a triumph of vested interests trying to subvert the story from being told. But the news of a kidnapping, the terse telegram of death, injuries in the line of duty, and the general hazards of the occupation—like working in an office—show…
