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Lost, Found, Remembered by Lyra McKee

Lost, Found, Remembered

Lyra McKee

4.33 out of 5

3 reviews

Imprint: Faber & Faber
Publisher: Faber & Faber
Publication date: 2 Apr 2020
ISBN: 9780571351442

'Determined, tenacious, intelligent, and honest in her approach.' - Anna Burns

5 stars out of 5
Stephen Daisley
15 May 2020

"It is a story that deserves to be told."

Lost, Found, Remembered can’t deliver that fantasy but it does give us more of Lyra’s journalism to look forward to. Included here is an excerpt from The Lost Boys, forthcoming from Faber. Lyra was drawn to the disappearance of a number of boys during, but not connected to, the Troubles. We had long phone conversations about the cases and Lyra’s troubling theory about what had happened. It is a story that deserves to be told.

If you have come to view journalism with contempt, if you are convinced it’s all rotten and corrupt and ephemeral, you still have to reckon with Lyra McKee. Lost, Found, Remembered contains some of the most remarkable writing about Northern Ireland and its author was one of the best of our trade.

 

Reviews

4 stars out of 5
10 Apr 2020

" The news world is going to need hundreds more Lyra McKees"

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n an essay widely shared in the wake of her death, McKee explains the traditional path to becoming an investigative reporter was blocked to her. She instead advised younger writers to become entrepreneurs – which she defined as “creating value and getting someone to pay for it”. She co-founded one failed news start-up but also backed other, more successful ventures. 


McKee was at a stage of her career where she was capable of anything – long-form journalism, radio documentaries, online news start-ups. But that boundless energy, the kind which propels public-interest journalism, was stamped out in the cruellest of ways.

4 stars out of 5
4 Apr 2020

"Activist and writer’s insight and optimism evidenced in volume as short as her life"

If our history and politics were less interesting, there would not have been a loaded gun in Creggan on the night of a riot last April. There would not be a remnant dissident republican faction manipulating unemployed youths in one of the most deprived neighbourhoods in Ireland. And Lyra McKee would not have been shot while observing the rioting from what should have been a safe distance. That someone who was willing to look fearlessly at the worst flaws in the North while never losing a sense of hope for the place should be killed as she was remains an unmitigated horror. This book does nothing to lessen that horror, rather it increases it. Her writing career was going somewhere, and her contribution would surely have been significant. That this slender volume of her work is still full of insight is testament to McKee’s talent; that it is so slender is testament to the obscenity of the act that took her.