Ria Bacon: editor & writer

Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
From the heather of the Veluwe to the dust of Dakar ...

Currently resident in the Land of Sea with a small tribe of kids and Mr B.

FYI

Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.

...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.

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Gun Street Girl

Best headline of the year so far:

MAN RUN OVER WITH MOTOR CAR, SHOT, ESCAPES

(source: Jamaica Observer)

It’s a fairly typical report of street crime in Jamaica, relying on unsupported interviews with the nearest person at hand, vague and incomplete police statements and victims that disappear, never to reappear.

I’d been scanning the local press since last Friday [...]

Red rag

I was away for a few days, so I didn’t realize my letter to the newspaper had been published until I saw a slew of e-mails in reaction to my letter. All but one were very positive, with various degrees of cynicism, humour and despair. The lone critical response tried to catch me off guard:

Well, [...]

Ghetto girls go global

I noticed one of my recent posts had been picked up by a Chinese blogger.

I wonder what the girls will make of that.

Indignant from Arcadia

I wrote a letter to the Jamaican Gleaner newspaper about an article in yesterday’s edition by Dr Phillip Phinn, prophet and confidant of Jamaica’s Prime Minister.

Why does the Gleaner (10 January) continue to allow “Prophet” Phinn space in its paper for his absurd and pointless ramblings? First he claims divine Christian inspiration in the number [...]

Up where the air is clean

Sunday morning found us itching to get out of town and away from the smoke and smell of the still burning landfill (see previously).

So we headed for the hills.

We looked down across the Liguanea (say: Li-ga-nee) Plain; a blueblack cloud covered the city and sealed in the noxious smoke.

At over 4,500 feet above the smog,

we [...]