if you do it right, get the parody and make it look like one of the things that s somehow funnier, because it subverts your clappings to the movie to watch documentaries. it makes you feel like i m watching this thing that feels and looks like an important movie except there is one little thing off from it. ian mcewan and documentary now!, when we continue. rose: funding for charlie rose has been provided by the following: and by bloomberg, a provider of multimedia news and information services worldwide. captioning sponsored by rose communications from our studios in new york city, this is charlie rose. ian mcewan is here, his novels include the children act, atonement and the comfort of strangers. his 1998 novel amsterdam was awarded the mann booker prize. his new book nutshell is told from the point of view of an eight-month-old fetus. first time at this table. welcome. thank you. nice to meet you. what a concept. where did all this come from? the first
if you do it right, get the parody and make it look like one of the things that s somehow funnier, because it subverts your clappings to the movie to watch documentaries. it makes you feel like i m watching this thing that feels and looks like an important movie except there is one little thing off from it. ian mcewan and documentary now!, when we continue. rose: funding for charlie rose has been provided by the following: and by bloomberg, a provider of multimedia news and information services worldwide. captioning sponsored by rose communications from our studios in new york city, this is charlie rose. ian mcewan is here, his novels include the children act, atonement and the comfort of strangers. his 1998 novel amsterdam was awarded the mann booker prize. his new book nutshell is told from the point of view of an eight-month-old fetus. first time at this table. welcome. thank you. nice to meet you. what a concept. where did all this come from? the first
questioning a suspect with a motive who had suddenly changed his looks. and in fact, when he showed up at work that morning, he was beardless. there was only one problem he had a rock-solid alibi. where did that leave you? worried about my case. that s when the phone rang. he had no voice, and i did. a tip, a tire track, and a case one detective will never forget. it was a shot in the dark, but i took it. i m lester holt, and this is dateline. here s keith morrison with a perfect spot. reporter: a winter s night in a southern forest. the ink-black darkness parted briefly to their headlights, then closed around them like a shroud as they made their way in separate cars through the foggy overcast. and then, here it was. the ragged clearing, the muddy patch of sand and dirt. here, away from the whole world, what a place for their valentine s tryst. as if they could see, without the artificial light so much as a hand in front of their faces or the fate l
suddenly changed his looks. and in fact, when he showed up at work that morning, he was beardless. there was only one problem he had a rock-solid alibi. where did that leave you? worried about my case. that s when the phone rang. he had no voice, and i did. a tip, a tire track, and a case one detective will never forget. it was a shot in the dark, but i took it. i m lester holt, and this is dateline. here s keith morrison with a perfect spot. reporter: a winter s night in a southern forest. the ink-black darkness parted briefly to their headlights, then closed around them like a shroud as they made their way in separate cars through the foggy overcast. and then, here it was. the ragged clearing, the muddy patch of sand and dirt. here, away from the whole world, what a place for their valentine s tryst. as if they could see, without the artificial light so much as a hand in front of their faces or the fate lurking out there in the dark. waiting. up on
suddenly changed his looks. and in fact, when he showed up at work that morning, he was beardless. there was only one problem he had a rock-solid alibi. where did that leave you? worried about my case. that s when the phone rang. he had no voice, and i did. a tip, a tire track, and a case one detective will never forget. it was a shot in the dark, but i took it. i m lester holt, and this is dateline. here s keith morrison with a perfect spot. reporter: a winter s night in a southern forest. the ink-black darkness parted briefly to their headlights, then closed around them like a shroud as they made their way in separate cars through and then, here it was. the ragged clearing, the muddy patch of sand and dirt. here, away from the whole world, what a place for their valentine s tryst. as if they could see, without the artificial light so much as a hand in front of their faces or the fate lurking out there in the dark. waiting. up on a hot-air balloon i