Now, Hawthorne hunkers down on the wrong side of history, from whence he is repeatedly summoned as an exemplar of misogynist nonsense.
Normally, he said, he would have said no, but here one had to be sympathetic.
This not-quite-omission gets at a larger dynamic in the book.
But, having covered North Korea for more than fifteen years, and having lived undercover in Pyongyang, in 2011, I know that what you see is almost never what you get.
But, for all its glamour, the role remained fraught.
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