Ignacio Ramonet - Works

Works

  • 1981 : Le Chewing-gum des yeux (French: Chewing Gum for the Eyes)
  • 1989 : La Communication victime des marchands
  • 1995 : Cómo nos venden la moto, with Noam Chomsky
  • 1996 : Nouveaux pouvoirs, nouveaux maîtres du monde (French: New Powers, New World Masters)
  • 1997 : Géopolitique du chaos (French: Geopolitics of Chaos)
  • 1998 : Internet, el mundo que llega (Spanish: Internet, the Coming World)
  • 1998 : Rebeldes, dioses y excluidos (Spanish: Rebels, Gods, and the Excluded), with Mariano Aguirre
  • 1999 : La Tyrannie de la communication (French: The Tyranny of Communication)
  • 1999 : Geopolítica y comunicación de final de milenio (Spanish: Geopolitics and Communication at the End of the Millennium)
  • 2000 : La golosina visual
  • 2000 : Propagandes silencieuses
  • 2001 : Marcos, la dignité rebelle
  • 2002 : La Post-Télévision
  • 2002 : Guerres du XXIe siècle (Wars of the 21st Century)
  • 2004 : Abécédaire partiel et partial de la mondialisation, with Ramón Chao and Wozniak
  • 2006: Fidel Castro: biografía a dos voces (Spanish: Fidel Castro: Biography with Two Voices) also titled Cien horas con Fidel (One Hundred Hours with Fidel)

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