The Age of the Warrior by Fisk, Robert -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Also by Robert Fisk Title Page Acknowledgements PREFACE CHAPTER ONE - A firestorm coming

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war Flirting with the enemy ‘Thank you, Mr Clinton, for the kind words’ Brace yourself for Part Two of the War for Civilisation The pit of desperation The lies leaders tell when they want to go to war ‘You are not welcome’ Be very afraid: Bush Productions is preparing to go into action ‘Our guys may kick them around a little . . .’ The wind from the East

CHAPTER TWO - Publish and be damned? Or stay silent?

So let me denounce genocide from the dock You’re talking nonsense, Mr Ambassador Armenia’s 1,500,001st genocide victim Sneaking a book out in silence ‘A conflict of interest’ Bravery, tears and broken dreams A holocaust denier in the White House

CHAPTER THREE - Words, words, words . . .

Hack blasts local rags We should have listened to Bin Laden The jargon disease Poisonous academics and their claptrap of exclusion Soft words - hard questions The pen, the telex, the phone and the despised e-mail The forgotten art of handwriting ‘Believe it or not!’ Murder is murder is murder . . . Ah, Mary, you poor diddums ‘A very edgy situation’ ‘Abu Henry’: what diplomats can get up to A lesson from the Holocaust

CHAPTER FOUR - Cinema begins to mirror the world

Applause from the Muslims of Beirut Saladin’s eyes My challenge for Steven Spielberg Da Vinci shit We’ve all been veiled from the truth When art is incapable of matching life A policeman’s lot is not a happy one Take a beautiful woman to the cinema A river through time

CHAPTER FIVE - The greatest crisis since the last greatest crisis

A long and honourable tradition of smearing the dead Tricky stuff, evil ‘Middle East hope!’ - ‘Europe in crisis!’ A poet on the run in Fortress Europe

CHAPTER SIX - When I was a child . . . I understood as a child

Another of Arthur’s damned farthings First mate Edward Fisk ‘Come on, Sutton!’ Cold war nights ‘All this talk of special trains . . .’ Fear of flying

CHAPTER SEVEN - The old mandates

God damn that democracy Gold-plated taps The man who will never apologise The ‘lady’ in seat 1K Whatever you do, don’t mention the war ‘The best defender on earth of Lebanon’s sovereignty’ Alphonse Bechir’s spectacles The cat who ate missile wire for breakfast The torturer who lived near the theatre The temple of truth We are all Rifaats now The ministry of fear ‘We have all made our wills’ ‘Duty unto death’ and the United Nations

CHAPTER EIGHT - The cult of cruelty

The age of the warrior Torture’s out - abuse is in ‘The truth, the truth!’ Crusaders of the ‘Green Zone’ Paradise in Hell ‘Bush is a revelatory at bedtime’ The worse it gets, the bigger the lies Let’s have more martyrs! The flying carpet The show must go on ‘He was killed by the enemy’ - but all is well in Iraq

CHAPTER NINE - We have lost our faith and they have not

God and the devil The childishness of civilisations Look in the mirror Smashing history So now it’s ‘brown-skinned’ The ‘faith’ question Hatred on a map ‘If you bomb our cities, we will bomb yours’ The lies of racists Dreamology

CHAPTER TEN

What the Romans would have thought of Iraq In memoriam Read Lawrence of Arabia A peek into the Fascist era Who now cries for the dead of Waterloo? Witnesses to genocide: a dark tale from Switzerland ‘You can tell a soldier to burn a village . . .’ Should journalists testify at war crimes trials? Where are the great men of today?

CHAPTER ELEVEN - America, America

Free speech It’s a draw! Fear and loathing on an American campus How Muslim middle America made me feel safer Will the media boys and girls catch up? Brazil, America and the Seven Pillars of Wisdom From Cairo to Valdosta Trying to get into America

CHAPTER TWELVE - Unanswered questions

Is the problem weather? Or is it war? Fear climate change, not our enemies Just who creates reality? A letter from Mrs Irvine Who killed Benazir? The strange case of Gunner Wills

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - The last enemy

In the Colosseum, thoughts turn to death Dead heroes and living memories The ship that stands upright at the bottom of the sea ‘Thanks, Bruce’ Those who went before us Farewell, Ane-Karine They told Andrea that Chris had not suffered

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