Book review: Moscow Calling – Memoirs of a Foreign Correspondent by Angus Roxburgh
LITTLE did I suspect, back in 1970, when I first closeted myself in the school library for hours on end to teach myself Russian, that the rest of my life would be shaped by a country of which, at the time, I knew very little. It was communist, had put a man in space, and had athletes with CCCP on their shirts. That was about it. Oh, and everyone was scared of it.
