![]() ![]() Kogan had not actually planned on shooting the Afghan war alone. ![]() Within weeks of arriving in Paris, after begging to be sent where the action was, Kogan found herself on the back of a truck in Afghanistan, her tiny frame veiled from head to toe, the only woman-and the only journalist-in a convoy of rebel freedom fighters. Naïvely, she figured it would be easy to filter death through the prism of her wide-angle lens. She wanted to see what a war would look like when seen from up close. In 1988, fresh out of Harvard, Deborah Copaken Kogan moved to Paris with a small backpack, a couple of cameras, the hubris of a superhero, and a strong thirst for danger. “Eloquent and well observed, not only about the memoirist, but about the world: war, death, photojournalism and, of course, the worldwide battle between the sexes.” - The Washington Post Book World The remarkable memoir of an ambitious young photojournalist who went off to war as a twenty-two-year-old girl-and came back, four years and many adventures later, a woman. ![]()
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