Praise for The Mendacity of Hope
“Roger D. Hodge brilliantly and devastatingly dissects how democracy has gone on sale in America.”
—Bill Moyers
“This is what I’ve been waiting for—a profound and hard-hitting critique of the Obama administration from the left! The Mendacity of Hope should help wake up all those Obama voters who’ve been napping while the wars escalate, the recession deepens, and the environment goes straight to hell.”
—Barbara Ehrenreich
“Ready to wake up from the Obama dream yet? If so, this thrillingly scathing and relentlessly truthful cri de coeur is your strong cup of coffee. Hodge skewers the sloppy intellectual culture that willed this political chimera into being, while expertly unmasking the corporate machine that is the real Brand Obama. Drink up.”
—Naomi Klein
More praise for The Mendacity of Hope …
The Writing on the Wall
New piece in the July Texas Monthly, “The Writing on the Wall,” about climate change, drought, and the rock art of the Lower Pecos river. See Sombrero.net for more photographs.
Into the Silence
My profile of Wade Davis, author of Into the Silence, one of the best books I read last year, is in the May issue of Men’s Journal, on newsstands.
Halo Shelter
From a panel of pictographs at Halo Shelter, near the Devils River, in Val Verde County, Texas.
Borderworld
My long essay on the Texas-Mexico border is in the January issue of Popular Science. Photo by J. Henry Fair.
Ten Guns, Ten Horses, Ten Wives
My essay on Empire of the Summer Moon: Quanah Parker and the Rise and Fall of the Comanche Tribe, by S.C. Gwynne, appears in the December 15 issue of the London Review of Books.
Mt. Cristo Rey
At the pilgrimage of Mt. Cristo Rey, west of El Paso. She walked for God, without shoes, hoping for a favor.
A friend writes …
The Mendacity of Hope, spotted by my friend Ginger Strand at the Occupy Wall Street library in lower Manhattan.
Objective Correlative
- Juno, Texas (July 30, 2011).
What remains of the South Divide pasture, three months after the Deaton Cole fire, near Juno, Texas. No signs of life, except the mesquite, which would flourish even in hell.
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