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A Murdered Journalist’s Unfinished Book About the Amazon Gets Completed and Published

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In 2018, the British journalist Dom Phillips joined a 17-day expedition into the Javari Valley, a vast, nearly inaccessible Indigenous land on the western edge of the Brazilian Amazon, tracking signs of an isolated group increasingly threatened by illegal activity.

It was a grueling journey: 650 miles by boat and foot, crossing treacherous log bridges, dodging snakes and pushing through suffocating forest. The river, when it reappeared, offered both relief and what Phillips later called moments of “exquisite loveliness.”

He was struck by the Indigenous guides’ command of the “forest’s secrets,” but even more so by Bruno Pereira, the expedition leader and a seasoned official at Funai, Brazil’s Indigenous protection agency.

Phillips saw him as a public servant deeply committed to protecting Indigenous peoples (though he was not himself Indigenous), and able to navigate the Javari with unmatched ease. When he returned to the region to work on a book, he set out to document how an Indigenous patrol was protecting the largely ungoverned territory — an effort then led by Pereira.

The two men ran afoul of an illegal fishing gang and were killed in June 2022. But the story did not die with them.

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Journalist friends and family have brought Dom Phillips’s work to life with the release of “How to Save the Amazon: A Journalist’s Fatal Quest for Answers.” Over three years, they completed the half-finished manuscript thanks to crowdfunding, grants and, finally, a willing publisher.

The Javari expedition first appeared in a 2018 article Phillips wrote for the British newspaper The Guardian, and again in the opening pages of his incomplete book.

The trip had been “a huge moment in Dom’s life,” said Jonathan Watts, who co-authored the foreword and a chapter of the book, calling it “a natural starting point, and also maybe fate.”

In 2022, Watts was among the first to hear that the two men had vanished after venturing across the Itaquaí River, deep within the unspoiled rainforest. But there was a crucial mistake: He believed it was Tom Phillips — another Guardian journalist — who had disappeared.

Watts called the paper, which corrected the confusion, while Tom Phillips quickly published the first in a long series of reports on the case — not before calling his family to reassure them he was safe.

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He then joined the searches, tracing the region’s remote rivers, the only way in, as hope faded with each passing day. There, he met the photographer João Laet, Dom Phillips’s longtime collaborator and the eyes behind some of the widely shared images of him.

Laet described covering the searches as deeply traumatic. Everything felt chaotic — slow internet, colleagues falling ill with Covid, the relentless pace of reporting, all while one question haunted him: “Where is my friend?”

He held back tears until the workday ended, then collapsed into sleep, each day blurring into the next with exhaustion and grief. “It felt like a trance,” he said in a recent interview.

The two bodies were found on June 15, 10 days after the murder. One suspect confessed to ambushing and shooting the men during a boat journey and led police to the site where they had been hidden.

They were laid to rest in different Brazilian cities that month. Phillips was 57, Pereira, 41.

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The crime drew rare global attention to violence in the Amazon. The police concluded that the murders were retaliation for Pereira’s efforts to protect the region from illegal fishing and mining. In November 2024, they charged the alleged mastermind, who was accused of arming and financing the killers.

For Tom Phillips, seeing a colleague’s press card and notebooks recovered in the jungle made it all painfully real: “It could have been any of us.”

But with the news came a “deep sense of responsibility,” he said. “In some ways, it’s therapeutic,” he added, “to keep doing the work, to have a clear mission — which is to finish this book, and keep reporting the hell out of the Amazon.”

The team behind the manuscript moved quickly to secure Dom Phillips’s files, sharing both the digital backups and his carefully cataloged notebooks among the contributors.

For his chapter, Tom Phillips retraced one of his colleague’s journeys to Yanomami Indigenous land — a region of the Amazon as vast, remote and perilous as the Javari Valley.

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“Deciphering hieroglyphics” of the late reporter’s handwriting was one challenge. But only by retracing his steps, speaking with the people he met and cross-checking their accounts did the story slowly take shape. “It was all there, if you knew how to break the code,” Tom Phillips said.

Dom Phillips and Tom Phillips are co-authors on a chapter about the rush for Amazon riches, while also showcasing a cacao project supporting local communities in building sustainable income.

Most chapters follow this similar path — rooted in conflict, but searching for solutions.

When Dom Phillips returned to the Javari Valley in 2022 for his book research, the region had become a hot spot for pressured drug trafficking, land grabs, poaching, unchecked cattle ranching and logging.

His widow, Alessandra Sampaio, said he often spoke of a book not just to explore ways forward but to spark an emotional connection to the rainforest, which he felt intensely.

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Before the crime, Sampaio said she knew the Amazon “through Dom’s eyes.” He always sent itineraries for safety, along with voice notes, photos and reflections. “Ale, one day you’ll come with me,” he often told her.

She finally got there in 2023, joining a government delegation to the Javari Valley. It was a symbolic return of state presence under President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, though Indigenous leaders there continue to call for structural action against growing illegal activity.

One moment stayed with Sampaio: An Indigenous man embraced her, calling her family — and reminding her that family takes care of each other. That, she said, sealed her commitment.

Like many families scarred by loss, she was drawn into a cause through tragedy. Along with helping bring the book to life, she now leads the Dom Phillips Institute, supporting young Indigenous storytellers.

Her only request to the book team was to keep her husband’s hopeful original title. Only the subtitle was changed, as he had inevitably become a character in the story.

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“One thing Dom always told me was, ‘Keep going, Ale’,” she said. “Every time I wonder if I can go on, I hear his voice: ‘Keep going, Ale.’ And I do.”

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Finding Wisdom in a Poem by Wendy Cope

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Where do you turn when you need advice? A chatbot? A life coach? A wise and trusted friend?

How about a poet? Poets may not be famous for making the best life choices, but because they subject the mess of human existence to the discipline of language, they can be as helpful as any therapist or mentor.

Good poets know the rules and when to break them, which is something they can teach the rest of us.

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To wit:

Giving advice is a peculiar literary undertaking. It flourishes in certain popular genres — graduation speeches, newspaper columns, country and western songs and poems like this one — but what, in these contexts, is it really for?

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I’m thinking of situations when you don’t urgently need help but nonetheless enjoy reading answers to questions you may not have thought to ask. What interests you isn’t the content of the advice — you could get all the life hacks you want from A.I. — so much as the voice of the person dispensing it.

Wendy Cope is an English poet, born in 1945, who has been a fixture of her country’s literary scene since the 1980s. More recently, her short, buoyant poem “The Orange” has been widely memed online, bringing her to the attention of new readers beyond Britain.

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Cope favors rhyme, meter, brisk jokes and tart aperçus. She addresses romance, friendship and the petty absurdities of modern life with disarming good humor. The last line of “The Orange” is “I love you. I’m glad I exist.” Somehow she makes it the opposite of cringe.

This isn’t the kind of poetry you would describe as “confessional.” And yet …

Want to learn this poem by heart? We’ll help.

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Fill in the missing words below. You can always refer to the reading by A.O. Scott and full
text above.

Question 1/7

Let’s start with the first stanza.

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Stop, if the car is going clunk 

Or if the sun has made you blind. 

Dont answer emails when youre drunk. 

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Can You Match the Places These Authors Lived With Settings in Their Books?

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A strong sense of place can deeply influence a story, and in some cases, the setting can even feel like a character itself. This week’s literary geography quiz highlights places where authors were born (or lived) that later became locations in their books. To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the works if you’d like to do further reading.

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Book Review: ‘America, U.S.A.,’ by Eddie S. Glaude Jr.

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AMERICA, U.S.A.: How Race Shadows the Nation’s Anniversaries, by Eddie S. Glaude Jr.


For those of us in the national memory-keeping business, anniversaries hold near-totemic power. Satisfyingly round units of time, ideally bearing fancy, Latin-derived names, serve as the overburdened pegs on which to hang think pieces and museum exhibits, revisionist documentaries and maudlin public ceremonies. The arbitrary nature of such occasions is precisely what gives them their charge, inviting us to set aside complacency and submit to a comprehensive check-in.

In his new book, “America, U.S.A.,” Eddie S. Glaude Jr. presents an intriguing variation on the genre, seeing the country’s 250th birthday as an anniversary of anniversaries: 50 years since the malaise-ridden, schlock-heavy Bicentennial. A century since the subdued Prohibition-era Sesquicentennial. A century and a half since telegraphed reports of George Armstrong Custer’s defeat by the Lakota and Cheyenne at Little Bighorn rudely interrupted the Gilded Age Republic’s 100th birthday party.

If an anniversary offers a snapshot of a moment, the core of Glaude’s book is an old-timey photo album, a collection of notable episodes from earlier national reckonings, long-ago glances in the mirror. An estimable scholar of Black history, politics and religion at Princeton — best known for “Begin Again,” his 2020 meditation on James Baldwin’s relevance for our times — Glaude focuses, as his subtitle puts it, on “how race shadows the nation’s anniversaries.”

Such celebrations, he contends, have never really been the moments for honest self-reflection they are often advertised to be. Instead, the nation usually shatters the mirror, refusing to accept what it prefers not to see. “American anniversaries are often moments to turn a blind eye to the evils of the past and the present,” Glaude writes, “to suppress the fact of America’s divided soul.”

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It’s a clever concept, and, needless to say, perfectly timed. Last year, Glaude notes, the Trump administration executed a hostile takeover of the government’s studiously bipartisan 250th anniversary planning. It is now preparing a program that is certain to conceal more than it reveals about the country ostensibly being celebrated.

Glaude, in no mood for celebration, argues that such omissions and evasions also defined commemorations in the past. In 1875, Frederick Douglass predicted “one grand Centennial hosannah of peace and good will to all the white race of this country.” He was right: The nation reached 100 years old at a crucial moment in the post-Civil War fight over racial equality, with white Northerners ready to give up on Southern Reconstruction. The occasion would help the once-warring sections to reunite around a shared commitment to white supremacy. On May 10, 1876, at the opening of the Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia, the police tried to bar Douglass from the grandstand, until a white politician vouched for him.

The 150th anniversary came soon after a resurgent Ku Klux Klan successfully pushed for a restrictive immigration law aimed at keeping America a “Nordic” nation. At the lavishly funded, lightly attended celebrations in Philadelphia, Black veterans of World War I were excluded from marching in the opening parade. A writer with The Associated Negro Press wondered “what was in the breast of those black men who fought to make America safe for Democracy and on Monday stood on the sidelines, forgotten, as the Nordic strode by in all his vain pride.”

By 1976, when the nation marked its Bicentennial, the violence of the ’60s had destroyed any semblance of consensus. Vietnam and Watergate had eroded trust in the government. The commission initially tasked with organizing the anniversary was disbanded amid reports of corruption. Corporations filled the vacuum, Glaude explains, with “star-spangled whoopee cushions; patriotic toilet seats; Liberty hamburgers; red, white and blue beer cans.” The author, around 8 years old at the time, dimly remembers donning a pair of tricolor trousers.

A half-century later, Glaude is refreshingly honest about the depths of his despair. “I do not love America, and never have, especially now,” he writes in one of the more startling opening sentences I’ve read in some time. He dismisses this year’s Semiquincentennial as reaching back “to a storybook America that requires either the banishment of Black people from view or the reduction of our role in the country’s history, so as to affirm America’s ongoing quest to be a more perfect union.”

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Undoubtedly true. But Trump doesn’t own the country, at least not yet, nor the 250th anniversary of one of the most radically liberatory and confusingly contradictory events in world history — an inspiration, as Glaude shows, even to critical observers of the American experiment, like Douglass. Far from the revanchist MAGA-palooza in Washington, I suspect this summer’s unasked-for invitation to national soul-searching may surprise us yet.

Despite his despair, Glaude concludes that “the past still offers resources for us to freedom-dream.” So, too, does this book.


AMERICA, U.S.A.: How Race Shadows the Nation’s Anniversaries | By Eddie S. Glaude Jr. | Crown | 270 pp. | $31

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