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Delphine Schrank

Delphine Schrank is a contributing editor to VQR and The Washington Post’s former correspondent in Burma. She is currently writing a book, The Rebel of Rangoon. Her reporting and photography from southeast Asia, Europe, and Africa has also appeared in VQR, The Atlantic, Mother Jones, and Time. She has been awarded fellowships from the International Reporting Project and the East-West Center, and most recently received a grant from the Nation Institute’s Investigative Fund.

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Departures: Brussels, Belgium

January 17, 2013 | Articles

    Gérard Depardieu / photo by Georges Biard   Editor’s note: We are very happy to announce that VQR contributor Delphine Schrank (@DelphineSchrank) will be joining VQR online twice a month to offer insight into intern [...]

On Being a Female Reporter

October 19, 2012 | Essays

Editor's note: Today's post by VQR contributing editor Delphine Schrank is part of an online companion to our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. Click here to review all blog entries related to our fall issue. ——— I’m drinking whis [...]

Aung San Suu Kyi, in her bungalow in Rangoon, April 1, 1998 (Joachim Ladefoged / VII)

Dissident Thunder

Summer 2012 | Reporting

How an insurgent movement of pro-democracy activists—from underground, in exile, or in prison—returned to take Burma’s military junta by political storm.

Days in Ndoki

A chimpanzee in the Goualougo Triangle, part of Ndoki National Park in the Republic of Congo, holds a puncturing tool. Chimpanzees use tool kits to forage for termites—a hard stick to break into the mound and a soft herb, made into a brush by runni [...]

Tin Fever

Fall 2010 | Reporting

In the first shafts of light to pierce the jungle canopy, the tin porters danced. They swayed and sashayed to the languorous rhythms coming from a radio that someone, in the night, had thought to stash under a bag of beans. The rest, an hour earlier, had been looted—the other radios, flashlights, pocketfuls of cash, half of Adolphe's precious stock of sardine tins, and two porters to transport it all, nudged forward with assault rifles into the moonless oblivion of the jungle.