You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. UN general, BBC correspondent, aid worker, mercenary: in the final analysis they all want the same thing, a hit off the action, a walk on the dark side. Loyd] has written an account of its horrors that will wipe out any thoughts you might have had that we have reached the limit of the worst human nature has to offer. Lloyd does not attempt to cover up the worst aspects of the war, so readers should be prepared for some difficult reading.

Through the ages, people have struggled to find their place in the world taking different journeys on their path of life. He had the vulnerable purity and courage that would ensure he was among the first to get whacked on the front. Loyd gradually reveals a fractured upbringing, which culminated in the death of the father from whom he had been torturously distant for many years.From the hotel, they needed to cross “sniper’s alley,” a dangerous section of street open to constant sniping. Undoubtedly the most powerful and immediate book to emerge from the Balkan horror of ethnic civil war . In parallel with the author's story of the war, he also details his own personal difficulties, including a heroin addiction. Beyond the field of war, the book will additionally relate to readers who struggle with substance abuse as a coping mechanism for their respective problems. E dopo un po’ ti accorgi che quello che un tempo ti sembrava il fondo è ora un’altitudine verso la quale stai arrancando.

Soon after arriving, he discarded his flak jacket not just because it was heavy, but because it placed a barrier between him and the residents who had to survive the horrors on a daily basis. It is very, very difficult to put those thoughts to words, to analyze why and how you feel in a way that is possible for others to relate to.Nonsense writing style ensures you appreciate the true and horrifying experience of being on the frontlines in war torn Bosnia and the affects on innocent people whose only crime is their religious beliefs. The horror of this beautifully written book (hard to describe such a book thusly given the content) is that Loyd found the war somehow appealing, a high close to that of his former heroin addiction. Loyd’s strongest writing is in his descriptions of carnage—of the sound and smell of shellfire; of the sexual release of blasting away with an automatic machine gun . However, what separates it from standard reportage is the war Loyd was fighting on a personal front, which drove him to seek war as a "final absolution of self-responsibility".

A compassionate, visceral record of conflict; a brutally honest account of war's exhilarations and more personal battlegrounds. Loyd admits right off that he isn't interested in journalism -- that for him it's just a passport to war. These include his outstanding description of local Croat soldiers bringing their Muslim neighbors and friends to the protection of the UN to prevent their comrades from murdering them and the drunken reunion of rival Serb and Muslim commanders on the battlefield, boyhood friends pitted against each other by the war. At some point he gets a gig as a written journalist, something he’s never done before, and he just tells them straight-up what he’s seen. It swept over me, a wave that started at the tip of my nose, rushing across my face to encircle my head, running down my neck through my chest, crashing into a warm golden explosion in my stomach, my groin, a blissed sensation beyond the peak of orgasm and relief of nausea, as every muscle in my body relaxed and my head lolled gently on to my shoulder, every sense unwinding, unburdened of the crushing weight of pain I never even knew I had: the rush, the wave, death, heaven, completion.I finished reading Anthony Loyd's account of his time in the Balkans and Chechnya only a few days ago and I am still feeling the after-effects . a stench of blood, excrement, mortar-fire, slivovitz and human bestiality emanates from these pages' Ben Shephard, A readable copy of the book which may include some defects such as highlighting and notes.

Most of the time you do not know how you feel in situations, there is no single word to describe the swirling kaleidoscope, so you come out of it and try to cast whatever feelings you had in the right bin –– in this case the one marked ‘horrible’ –– where they stay chattering and jabbering like lunatics in secure units, imprisoned until the night’s darkness paroles them into your dreams.

While covering a fire fight a French correspondent who was writing for The Daily Telegraph was wounded by a claymore mine set off by the Croat HVO forces. My War Gone By, I Miss It So, Anthony Loyd's provocatively titled memoir of the wars in Bosnia and Chechnya, challenges many of the conventions of the genre. Anthony Loyd is an award-winning foreign correspondent who has reported from numerous conflict zones including the Balkans, Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, Iraq and Chechnya. When home, Loyd struggled to integrate and follow the realities of his life in London with the horrors he saw and experienced in both Bosnia and Chechnya. Ryan Holiday is the bestselling author of Trust Me, I’m Lying, The Obstacle Is The Way, Ego Is The Enemy, and other books about marketing, culture, and the human condition.