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SF CHRONICLE Anyone who reads Italian journalist Riccardo Orizio's book "Talk of the Devil" will be able to make some pretty good guesses about that scenario. Orizio had the interesting idea of tracking down all the disgraced former dictators he could find and interviewing them. The result is by turns eerily comical, horrifying, ridiculous, depressing and just plain strange. Many readers may be surprised, in the first place, to realize how many former tyrants are still around. They tend to disappear from the world's consciousness after they're safely out of power, but Idi Amin Dada, for instance, hangs out in hotel coffee shops in Jidda, Saudi Arabia, with some relatives and hangers-on, and spends a lot of time at the gym.
Jean-Claude "Baby Doc" Duvalier leads a peaceful, passive life in Paris with his second wife, Veronique, while supporters in Brooklyn plot to bring him back to power. Jean-Bedel Bokassa, who crowned himself emperor of the Central African Republic, may have had a tenuous grasp on reality, but he held on to his rusting imperial throne (he died in 1996). Mengistu Haile-Mariam of Ethiopia, blamed for at least 500,000 deaths, lives a lonely twilight existence under sort-of house arrest in Zimbabwe. The widow of Enver Hoxha of Albania is in prison, but nonetheless still terrifies Albanians so much that a local journalist whom Orizio brought with him to visit her could barely bring herself to step into her cell. (Orizio himself was detained overnight for questioning by the Albanian police after the interview, as he recounts in a scary episode.) One of the most chilling episodes is his meeting with Mira Markovic, wife of Slobodan Milosevic, who's been in the news lately, having fled to Russia to avoid being arrested in the death of former Serbian President Ivan Stambolic, a foe of her jailed husband's. She coos baby talk to hubby over the phone in Orizio's presence and tells him that she still finds " Slobodan Milosevic very attractive. A really handsome man, my Sloba." "We were the first to fight terrorism and the Islamic extremists," is how she describes his reign of massacre and ethnic war. All in all, it's a sorry parade of lust for power, egotism to the point of psychopathy, blindness and cruelty, with the banality of evil sweeping up behind. Orizio has a fine ear for irony and weirdness and likes a good punch line. During Amin's reign, he writes, Amin scolded his foreign minister at a meeting that was being filmed by French cameramen. "A camera catches the wretched man, his head buried in the papers he is carrying, all too aware of the tragic destiny that awaits him." It's not until a page or two later that Orizio mentions that it wasn't true, as Amin later boasted, that he'd eaten his foreign minister. Michael Ondaga "was in fact simply found, dead, among the crocodiles of Lake Victoria." Orizio clearly tried to stay on his interviewees' good side in their presence (who can blame him? They're jointly responsible for millions of deaths) but generally gets around to politely asking each one about his or her atrocities -- what about those cannibalism charges, your excellency? -- and only rarely expresses righteous anger on behalf of their victims. That the ironic coolness of his tone is the result of repressed outrage, though, is always apparent.
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