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24 December 2011

Book Review: Inferno, by James Nachtwey, *****

Synopsis

A document of war and strife during the 1990s, this volume of photographs by the photojournalist James Nachtwey includes dramatic and shocking images of human suffering in Rwanda, Somalia, Romania, Bosnia, Chechnya and India, a well as photographs of the conflict in Kosovo. An essay by the author Luc Sante is included. The book is published to coincide with an exhibition of Nachtwey's work at the International Centre of Photography, New York.


Review

This book is a masterpiece of what I would call "political" photography. Nachtwey is a traveler, big time. He goes to war, or follows war's footsteps, and closes in on his subjects where most others would turn away. He prevails over his own emotions in order to show us the horrors of the world. He feels he has to do it, as he explains in interviews (see DVD below) because if he does not, who will? He is humble, understated and brilliant. The book contains only B&W pictures, is big and heavy and expensive, and it is probably the best photo reportage book you will ever buy. It certainly is for me.






You might want to buy this Oscar nominated DVD, made by Swiss director Christian Frei, who followed Jim Nachtwey and placed a micro cam on his film camera. He is also extensively interviewed and so are many who work with him. I have reviewed this DVD here on this blog.




Vous pouvez aussi acheter l'édition française de ce livre:

02 November 1991

4° g - 2 NOV: incontri al Parlamento ed al Ministero degli Esteri, gita a Kruje

Andiamo con la nostra bella Mercedes blu a Kruje (Croia) per ua piacevole gita. Durante il percorso, su per la montagna, ad un certo punto l’autista fa un brusco scarto e investe un pollo che se ne andava tranquillo per la per strada. Io ho prima pensato che avesse cercato di evitare il pollo con quella sbandata volontaria al limite del pericolo. Ma mi sono dovuto ricredere quando l’autista è sceso dall’auto, ha recuperato il pollo con aria un po’ furtiva, e lo ha infilato nel portabagagli della Mercedes. Successivamente, duranta la pausa pranzo presso un ristorante locale, ho visto gli autisti accendere un falò nel parcheggio del ristorante e cucinarsi il pollo per il loro pranzo, sprizzavano gioia da tutti i pori!