I’ve been recently trying to apply for a job in an internationally renowned news agency and for the selection process I was asked a very curios question that read something over the lines of if an editor wished to publish my autobiography and asked me for a 1000-character synopsis of it how would it go?
My answer was as follows:
Witness to the changes that were brought to late 20th century Mexico, Vanessa became an eager spectator of her time.
A 70-year- old rule was coming to its end, political assassinations became commonplace, a recent increase in violence made her a victim and an avid observer of a new and fighting generation.
During her youth she encountered herself one night being held at gunpoint and eventually shot at. This forever changed her take on the world.
Afterward she decided to not only watch these events take place but to actually be a part of it. She marched with thousands of people through the Mexican streets to protest violence, she walked past the city centre while it had been abducted by a power thirsty politician, while working on her stories she met people ranging from owners of “cantinas” to powerful businessmen. She became committed to telling the whole story.
This self-made promise took her as far as Britain where she now studies a M.A. in Newspaper Journalism.
A bit over the top you might think. Well if I’m sending this synopsis to a publisher I’m expecting to get my autobiography published aren’t I? So I must make it interesting. I’m not lying but I am making it colourful. What am I supposed to say? Had a wonderful time in Mexico, travelled sufficiently and have had an exhilarating love life? Unless I were a famous Hollywood movie star I wouldn’t see the sense in buying a book that describes that.
So as a journalist the question arises, how truthful is the truth and how much of it is just the talent of the journalist as a writer? What is really more important the facts or the skilfulness in telling an interesting story?
Doubts about the true sense of my profession begin to haunt me.
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
British mating customs
On March 2008, the tabloid News of the World released a video tape showing the president of the FIA (Federation Internationale de l’Automobile) Max Mosley having sex with 5 prostitutes in which he portrayed holocaust scenes. Now whoever is familiar with the ex-barrister should know as well that he is the son of the former leader of the British Union of Fascists.
In return Max Mosley decided to sue the tabloid for invasion of privacy and won.
This was a wonderful story for a nation-wide scandal. People loved it and it seems it was well worth their while. Presented the way I’ve just shown you, it seems completely normal for interest to arise. It could be a situation that could happen anywhere around the world right? Wrong.
Forget about the orgy sex, forget about the dress-up. The details explained in court turned out to be much more than what we bargained for and the idea that someone in the position of Max Mosley would even allow them to come out to the public is more astonishing.
Not only did he spend £2,500 for the girl’s services, he was very specific on how he wanted to be served. He wanted to have his bottom continuously spanked until it got fleshy.
So what’s the British take on this story? After the massive amount of sex, after the outstanding waste of money, after the role play games, after the S&M fetish they all very civically sat down around a table and drank a very nice cup of tea.
This, my friends, has been front page news in Britain for the past 8 months.
In return Max Mosley decided to sue the tabloid for invasion of privacy and won.
This was a wonderful story for a nation-wide scandal. People loved it and it seems it was well worth their while. Presented the way I’ve just shown you, it seems completely normal for interest to arise. It could be a situation that could happen anywhere around the world right? Wrong.
Forget about the orgy sex, forget about the dress-up. The details explained in court turned out to be much more than what we bargained for and the idea that someone in the position of Max Mosley would even allow them to come out to the public is more astonishing.
Not only did he spend £2,500 for the girl’s services, he was very specific on how he wanted to be served. He wanted to have his bottom continuously spanked until it got fleshy.
So what’s the British take on this story? After the massive amount of sex, after the outstanding waste of money, after the role play games, after the S&M fetish they all very civically sat down around a table and drank a very nice cup of tea.
This, my friends, has been front page news in Britain for the past 8 months.
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