ABOUT

This is a site about the books and other writing by James Rodgers, author of Assignment Moscow: Reporting on Russia From Lenin to Putin (new edition 2023; first published July 2020); Headlines from the Holy Land (2015 and 2017); No Road Home: Fighting for Land and Faith in Gaza (2013); Reporting Conflict (2012). My work looks at how stories of international affairs, especially armed conflict, are told to the world.

BIOGRAPHY

I am an author and journalist. During two decades of covering international news, I reported on the end of the Soviet Union; the wars in Chechnya; the coming to power of Vladimir Putin; 9/11; the Israeli-Palestinian conflict; the 2003 war in Iraq; Russia’s war with Georgia in 2008. I completed correspondent postings for the BBC in Moscow, Brussels, and Gaza. I now teach in the Journalism Department at City St George’s, University of London.

Tag: Travel

Football, Free movement: the future? A Bratislava Away Day

Tehelné Pole, Bratislava, Slovakia before the start of Slovan Bratislava vs Manchester City, 1 October 2024 This post is overdue. I am finishing my next book–on Russia and the West–ahead of publication next year so I have had less time than usual for this site, and other journalism. But...

The Oakland Coliseum: Back to the Ballpark to say Goodbye

A stand at The Coliseum, Oakland, California, 4 July 2024, before Athletics vs Angels This is a rare post about sport, and about a sport, baseball, to which I am a newcomer. I do not pretend to any expertise, and apologize to any fans who find errors. This is...

To Germany by train: a journey through European history

A railway bridge over the Rhine in Mannheim, Germany © James Rodgers For this week’s New European, I wrote about travelling from London to Germany by train, and about the railways’ history in European culture, commerce, and conflict. TIRED OF DELAYS and of all those onerous, if necessary, security...

London In Coronavirus Lockdown: A Tale Of Two Chinooks

AFTER NIGHTFALL, YOU SEE THE LIGHTS LINING UP. Coming to the end of my commute on a winter evening, I can look up and see plane after plane stretching away into the murk of the eastern sky. They follow one another to land at Heathrow to the west. Sometimes,...