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Saddam Hussein, Novelist.

A novel said to be written by Saddam Hussein was smuggled out of Iraq, and the manuscript has been translated into Japanese. It is entitled Devil's Dance and--here's an interesting bit--it was supposedly finished a day before the US strike on Baghdad.

I also found this particularly interesting too:
Its Japanese translator has made a plea for the former Iraqi leader to be spared the death penalty should he be found guilty by the tribunal in Baghdad.

Saddam Hussein is a witness to the troubled relationship between Iraq and the US, she says; he should be allowed to live and tell his tale.
Yes. Let him live. We need more novelists in this world. (Just as long they don't continue their careers in dictatorship.)
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  1. sharkgila21/5/06 12:10 pm

    If they come in cute collectible designs (think Penguin's 70th Anniversary collection) I bet some itchy fingers will buy them.

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  2. Ted Mahsun22/5/06 10:20 am

    I bet! I think an online fashion magazine has some favourable words for the Shots, so I think, yeah, the covers will be collectible. (Cute, I dunno, perhaps :p)

    (btw, for the uninitiated, we're talking about this post, and not about Saddam Hussein.)

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  3. sharkgila23/5/06 8:36 am

    ooh ya. looks like I comented on teh wrong post. Huahua.. Sorry

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