It's late September in the nation's capital. For bibliophiles in the area, that means heading to The Mall for the event of the season, the annual National Book Festival.
For the past so many years, Roberta and I just winged it, arriving after lunch and then looking at the schedule. This approach translated to each of us seeing maybe just one of our favorite authors and two or three others we were less interested in.
This time we decided we should each see who we wanted to see and plan ahead of time. Of course, even with that, you're always at the mercy of the schedules. Having read his memoirs recently, I wanted to see Bob Schieffer. But he was on tap for later in the afternoon, which isn't my first choice.
Fortunately, this year's festival offered a very good selection of authors. Or I should say, the ones listed had great appeal for my tastes. I also got lucky in that my other top choices were back to back and in the same pavilion.
My first pick was Daniel Schorr. What an incredible journalist he is. One of the last of the vaunted "Murrow's Boys" (second generation) still active in the business, this 92-year old son of Russian immigrants is still analyzing news and can be heard on National Public Radio.
The National Book Festival draws in book lovers young and old, and from all around the region (One man said he comes every year from Pennsylvania. The popularity of the event is such that I think the organizers, who have done a good job, need to re-think their approach. They need to have more chairs and more room for one thing, and they need offer more food courts.
They also need to monitor the question askers better. The quality of the questions from the audience is good but they need to do something about "The Ramblers." Readers of this blog know that is a pet peeve of mine, the person who goes on and on and on before getting to the actual question. Not that I lose sleep over it, but it is amazing to me how it always happens at least once, not matter where the author event takes place.
Things were going well in this regard yesterday, until a middle-aged man stepped up the microphone. I think he may have set the all-time record. On and on he went, blah, blah, blah, seemingly oblivious to the fact that although Mr. Schorr still displays a sharp mind, he would appreciate brevity. This guy went on for so long that the crowd starting booing him. One man behind me, my new hero, yelled "Sit Down!!"
The irony in these situations is that once the question is asked, you say to yourself, the pre-amble added nothing to the question. A little bit is ok, but please folks, brevity is beauty in these situations.
Anyway, it was a pleasure to see Schorr. After his introduction, he was given a rousing ovation, with some standing up to applaud. Dressed in a black blazer and sitting in a chair, he spoke for about 10 minutes and then answered questions.
One of his answers stood out as both remarkable and funny. Asked to talk about a favorite memorable experience, Schorr reminisced about how President Nixon had put him on his enemy's list. When that fact was revealed in the Watergate Hearings, the White House came up with the saving face story that the investigation was done because they were going to offer Schorr a job. Twenty years later, Schorr was at a dinner with Nixon. When he brought the investigation up to the President, Nixon replied, "I damn near hired you once." That drew a big roar of laughter from the audience.
Schorr's latest book is Come to Think Of It. I'm not a big fan of collections, so I started reading Staying Tuned, his memoirs. In reading it, one gains a greater appreciation of what journalists have to put up with. Schorr's first full assignment was in Moscow. He learned about it through second hand sources and received no training. The uncertainty over how long the job would last meant he had to leave his household affairs in Washington up in the air. Censors cut out the meat of his reports and he was followed by the KGB. His budget was bare-bone and he had to cook his own meals in a small apartment.
Schorr also had to deal with other frustrations. When Khrushchev unexpectedly denounced Stalin, a great scoop in the making, his report back to CBS was nixed. In 1957, he worked to have the Soviet leader appear on CBS's Face the Nation. The television first made headlines back in the U.S., but President Eisenhower downplayed the historic interview, calling it an attempt by the network to improve its own commercial standing. Schorr also had to delay his satisfaction. The interview took 24 hours to arrive in New York.
Schorr also felt terrible when lack of experience in the beginning led to a Russian being sent to exile for ten years.
The other thing about journalists is that when they sit down and write about themselves, they have to face the fact that they must be as critical and judgmental of themselves as they are of the people they covered. Schorr does this better than anyone I have seen, at one point calling himself a coward for not wanting to go to war.
Covering a war can help launch a career for a correspondent, but that assignment can also come at a heavy cost. That is what happened to the next author to take the temporary, wooden stage. Kimberly Dozier, who like Schorr, includes award-winning correspondent on her resume, talked about her book, Breathing the Fire. I've started reading it and it's a can't put down. A correspondent covering the war in Iraq, she was critically wounded by a car bomb in 2006. Losing a lot of blood, she came very close to dying that Memorial Day in Baghdad. The blast killed the Army Captain she was working with that day, his Iraqi translator, and her two crewmembers.
After the talks, Roberta and I rendezvoused and walked over to the Museum of Natural History where we hoped to take in a peek at the new Ocean Hall. Created to "show the ocean as a global system that is essential to all life on Earth," the new exhibit opened to the public yesterday. Seeing the long line out the door prompted us to say, "Let's return on a cold winter's day."
This year's National Book Festival was one of our favorites. For me, a theme of "Journalists Serve Too" emerged. I love and hate the industry, but I'm willing to say I admire them a whole lot.
Fiction writers make more money and fame than their non-fiction counterparts. And they send us to places we could never go. Journalists, however, go and spend significant amounts of time at faraway places. I went through my fiction reading years, but now I like reading about the actual. Journalists tell incredible stories too, and we're the better for it.
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