Book description
Out of a lifetime of travelling, Martha Gellhorn has selected her
"best horror journeys". She bumps through rain-sodden,
war-torn China to meet Chiang Kai-Shek, floats listlessly in search of
u-boats in the wartime Caribbean and visits a dissident writer in the
Soviet Union against her better judgment. Written with the eye of a
novelist and an ironic black humour, what makes these tales
irresistible are Gellhorn's explosive and often surprising reactions.
Indignant, but never righteous and not always right, through the
crucible of hell on earth emerges a woman who makes you laugh with her
at life, while thanking God that you are not with her.
Martha Gellhorn (1908-98) published five novels, fourteen
novellas and two collections of short stories. She wanted to be known
as a novelist, yet to most people she is remembered as an outstanding
war correspondent and for something which infuriated her, her brief
marriage to Ernest Hemingway during the Second World War.
As a war correspondent she covered almost every major conflict
from the Spanish Civil War to the American invasion of Panama in 1989.
For a woman it was ground-breaking work, and she took it on with an
absolute commitment to the truth. "All politicians are bores and
liars and fakes. I talk to people", she said, explaining her
paramount interest in war's civilian victims, the unseen casualties.
She was one of the great war correspondents, one of the great
witnesses, of the twentieth century.
Her life as a war correspondent is well illustrated by two
incidents. After Hemingway stole her accreditation, she stowed away on
a hospital ship on 7 June 1944 and went ashore during the Normandy
invasion to help collect wounded men; she was also refused a visa to
return to Vietnam by the American military, so infuriated were they by
her reports for the Guardian.
She was a woman of strong opinions and incredible energy. Though
she turned down reporting on the Bosnian war in her 80s, saying she
wasn't nimble enough, she flew to Brazil at the age of eighty-seven to
research and write an article about the murder of street children.
Touch-typing although she could barely see, she was driven by a
compassion for the powerless and a curiosity undimmed by age.
