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Oriana Fallaci

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With Oriana Fallaci's demise at 77 from a host of cancers, in September, in her beloved Florence, there also died something of the art of the interview. Her absolutely heroic period was that of the 1970s, probably the last chance we had of staving off the complete triumph of celebrity culture.
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Christopher Hitchens "Oriana Fallaci and the Art of the Interview", Vanity Fair (December 2006)

 
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