My pal Hal Quinn (photo caption below), having not had the opportunity to kick my ass on the golf course since the ’90s, and having failed 362 attempts to post a review on Amazon, sends this along:
In these disturbing times of The Liar in Chief tweeting in the middle of the night about so-called ‘fake news,’ there could not be a better time for a book about real news, real journalism, and real journalists. Even those who read the Washington Post rather than tweets, watch PBS not FOX, most know little of how journalism works and what the life of a journalist is like.
For that vast majority, The Expat Files makes for very instructive reading (it should be on the reading list of the college where Becks, as I call him, taught and at every Journalism School) and as importantly, it is so well crafted that it reads like a novel not an autobiography as it relates most of the historical signposts of a generation from a front row seat. Becks’ life and our times are told with a reporter’s attention to detail and accuracy, and a novelist’s style and pacing. At times, it is also funny – and funny is the hardest to write.
Becks and I have been friends since we first met decades ago as he mentions in the book. I thought I’d get a bit more than a mention, maybe a chapter, but this isn’t about me. I enjoyed every page of it anyway.
– Hal Quinn, North Vancouver
Photo caption: For those who don’t know Quinn, he’s the tall, bearded golfer, writer and raconteur on the left. I’m the other guy, now lamenting the loss of his chili-pepper hat.