In another time, or another place, Lucy Easthope says, she would have been a fortune-teller—a woman of opaque origin and beliefs, who travelled from campfire to town square, speaking of calamities that had come to pass and those which hung in the stars. Easthope, who is forty-four, is one of Britain’s most experienced disaster advisers. She has worked on almost every major emergency involving the deaths of British citizens since the September 11th attacks, a catalogue of destruction and surprise that includes storms, suicide bombings, air crashes, and chemical attacks. Depending on the assignment, Easthope might find herself immersed at a scene for days, months, or years. “I am the collector of a very specific type of story and the keeper of a very particular type of secret sorrow,” she has written.
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MOMMA MIA
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INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS
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NATURE STUDIES
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WHAT GOOD IS MORALITY?
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THE SPOTIFY SYNDROME
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THE LEPER - LEE CHANGDONG
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YOU WON'T GET FREE OF IT
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TALK SENSE
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TO THE DETECTIVE INVESTIGATING MY MURDER
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