The Guardian has an obituary out for Ryszard Kapuscinski.
I have to admit, he's always been just one of those writers at the back of my mind. You're aware of his reputation as a literary journalist, but you just never get around to reading his books. I was actually curious about his latest title, Travels with Herodotus, for the Herodotus angle. The book is due out later this year, but now that the author's dead, I am compelled to read the book for Kapuscinski.
From the obituary, Kapuscinski appears to be one of those "supermen" that gave up creature comforts and really went out to explore, to learn and to tell about it. His was travel and writing as social conscience and mission:
Kapuscinksi described his own work as "literary reportage". And, although he was personally a modest man, he believed in its importance for understanding the world. "Without trying to enter other ways of looking, perceiving, describing, we won't understand anything of the world." The European mind, he believed, was often too lazy to make the intellectual effort to see and understand the real world, dominated by the complex problems of poverty, and far away from the manipulated world of television.
It is a little sad that we only get around to picking up someone's works after they die. After all these years, I've finally picked up Octavia E. Butler after all the obituaries on her.
But I guess that's what obituaries do - to give some neglected or unsung heroes the credit that they are due. I have a friend who used to (actually, I believe she still does) read a lot of obituaries from The Economist. She is most convincing on the merits of a well-written obituary allows you a picture of an extraordinary life that you might never have known. Or, sometimes it's a glimpse into a fuller life lived by the deceased beyond what we know.
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I have never heard of this author but I am interested because I plan on giving Herodotus a try this year. In the mean time I will have to look for his other books
I agree, it is sad when you don't read someone until after their death. That is especially true in this age where the internet brings so many authors to a place where fans can interact with them on a slightly deeper level, express their appreciation of their work, etc. Butler is someone I've been meaning to pick up since I read a review of one of her short story books recently. Sad to now discover that she is deceased.
I felt the same way about Heather Lewis and John McGahern (him especially because he only died last year). I feel a bit guilty about the fact that I only heard or decided to read him/her when they weren't around to reap the rewards. Ah well.
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