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Storm Lake: A Chronicle of Change, Resilience, and Hope from a Heartland Newspaper

  • Storm Lake: A Chronicle of Change, Resilience, and Hope from a Heartland Newspaper
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Présentation de l'éditeur "A reminder that even the smallest newspapers can hold the most powerful among us accountable." --The New York Times Book Review “[The Storm Lake Times has an] unwavering commitment to elevating the community… Not the enemy of the people but a voice for the people.” --Beto O’Rourke, Democratic Presidential Candidate, via Instagram From a Pulitzer-winning newspaperman, an unsentimental ode to America's heartland--a story of reinvention and resilience, environmental and economic struggle, and surprising diversity and hope. When The Storm Lake Times, a tiny Iowa twice-weekly, won a Pulitzer Prize for taking on big corporate agri-industry for poisoning the local rivers and lake, it was a coup on many counts: a strike for the well being of a rural community; and a triumph for that endangered species, a family-run rural news weekly. In this candid and timely book, Cullen describes how the heartland has changed dramatically over his career, as seen from the vantage point of a farming and meatpacking town of 15,000 in Northwest Iowa. Politics, agriculture, the environment, and immigration are all themes in Storm Lake, a chronicle of a resilient newspaper, as much a survivor as its town. Iowa plays an outsize role in national politics. Iowa introduced Barack Obama and voted bigly for Donald Trump. Is the state leaning blue, red, or purple in the lead-up to 2020? Is it a bellwether for America? A nostalgic mirage from The Music Man, or a harbinger of America's future? Cullen's answer is complicated and honest--but with optimism and the stubbornness that is still the state's, and his, dominant quality. Extrait Chapter 1The First Question: Why?A good reporter's first task is to ask questions. It's a family habit of ours, learned early on.My first memory is of waving good-bye to Dad on our sun-drenched lawn one Sunday morning a hundred yards north of the sparkling lake. I was two. Dad piled into a car bound for Madison, Wisconsin, where he would be a guinea pig for a potential cure for tuberculosis. The year was 1959.Why did he leave me there? Where was he going? Would he come back?A childhood friend of his from Whittemore, Iowa, Lloyd Roth, head of the department of pharmacology at the University of Chicago, was working on this project at the Veterans Administration hospital. Roth was also a physicist and had worked on the Manhattan Project, which developed the atomic bomb.Dad had picked up TB during World War II while stationed in Sicily with the Army Air Corps. He was a captain in charge of a supply depot at an air base; it's a wonder the planes could fly because he didn't know a screw from a screwdriver. The disease didn't fully manifest itself until after the war. When it did, more than a decade later, our family was in quarantine in Storm Lake, Iowa, a meatpacking town of about seven thousand with a small college and, yes, a lake.There we were, Mom alone with six kids, I the youngest.Brother Bill let loose hamsters in the basement that spread throughout the house.Brother Jim and I painted the basement red—including the clothes and bedding drying in the furnace room.Brother Tom, the eldest, tore the screen doors off the Corral Drive-In theater with a beery buddy.Brother John wanted to run away.Sister Ann was taking care of me, after a fashion.Mom called Dad in the hospital hoping for sympathy. He laughed.They took out a lung and he wasn't supposed to last more than a few months. He made it fourteen years, just long enough for me not to understand him.Meantime, Mom had been battling the VA ever since the war ended, trying to get him promised benefits. The records building in St. Louis burned down and with it the evidence that Dad contracted TB while in service.She had been through an endless siege for information before. Her first husband and father of my oldest brother, Tom, Omer Kelly, was shot to death in a Chicago bar when Tom was about two. Mom spent years trying to find out how he died. Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Présentation de l'éditeur "A reminder that even the smallest newspapers can hold the most powerful among us accountable." --The New York Times Book Review “[The Storm Lake Times has an] unwavering commitment to elevating the community… Not the enemy of the people but a voice for the people.” --Beto O’Rourke, Democratic Presidential Candidate, via Instagram From a Pulitzer-winning newspaperman, an unsentimental ode to America's heartland--a story of reinvention and resilience, environmental and economic struggle, and surprising diversity and hope. When The Storm Lake Times, a tiny Iowa twice-weekly, won a Pulitzer Prize for taking on big corporate agri-industry for poisoning the local rivers and lake, it was a coup on many counts: a strike for the well being of a rural community; and a triumph for that endangered species, a family-run rural news weekly. In this candid and timely book, Cullen describes how the heartland has changed dramatically over his career, as seen from the vantage point of a farming and meatpacking town of 15,000 in Northwest Iowa. Politics, agriculture, the environment, and immigration are all themes in Storm Lake, a chronicle of a resilient newspaper, as much a survivor as its town. Iowa plays an outsize role in national politics. Iowa introduced Barack Obama and voted bigly for Donald Trump. Is the state leaning blue, red, or purple in the lead-up to 2020? Is it a bellwether for America? A nostalgic mirage from The Music Man, or a harbinger of America's future? Cullen's answer is complicated and honest--but with optimism and the stubbornness that is still the state's, and his, dominant quality. Extrait Chapter 1The First Question: Why?A good reporter's first task is to ask questions. It's a family habit of ours, learned early on.My first memory is of waving good-bye to Dad on our sun-drenched lawn one Sunday morning a hundred yards north of the sparkling lake. I was two. Dad piled into a car bound for Madison, Wisconsin, where he would be a guinea pig for a potential cure for tuberculosis. The year was 1959.Why did he leave me there? Where was he going? Would he come back?A childhood friend of his from Whittemore, Iowa, Lloyd Roth, head of the department of pharmacology at the University of Chicago, was working on this project at the Veterans Administration hospital. Roth was also a physicist and had worked on the Manhattan Project, which developed the atomic bomb.Dad had picked up TB during World War II while stationed in Sicily with the Army Air Corps. He was a captain in charge of a supply depot at an air base; it's a wonder the planes could fly because he didn't know a screw from a screwdriver. The disease didn't fully manifest itself until after the war. When it did, more than a decade later, our family was in quarantine in Storm Lake, Iowa, a meatpacking town of about seven thousand with a small college and, yes, a lake.There we were, Mom alone with six kids, I the youngest.Brother Bill let loose hamsters in the basement that spread throughout the house.Brother Jim and I painted the basement red—including the clothes and bedding drying in the furnace room.Brother Tom, the eldest, tore the screen doors off the Corral Drive-In theater with a beery buddy.Brother John wanted to run away.Sister Ann was taking care of me, after a fashion.Mom called Dad in the hospital hoping for sympathy. He laughed.They took out a lung and he wasn't supposed to last more than a few months. He made it fourteen years, just long enough for me not to understand him.Meantime, Mom had been battling the VA ever since the war ended, trying to get him promised benefits. The records building in St. Louis burned down and with it the evidence that Dad contracted TB while in service.She had been through an endless siege for information before. Her first husband and father of my oldest brother, Tom, Omer Kelly, was shot to death in a Chicago bar when Tom was about two. Mom spent years trying to find out how he died. Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Storm Lake: A Chronicle of Change, Resilience, and Hope from a Heartland Newspaper
Editeur
Viking
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Relié
Publication
02 octobre 2018
Pages
336
Taille
23.6 x 16 x 2.8 cm
Poids
522
ISBN-13
9780525558873
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