Alternative facts do exist

IT IS 20 January 2017, mere hours after President Donald Trump has been sworn in. The new White House...

The border

Robots do not hold on to life. They can’t. They have nothing to hold on with – no soul,...

The suicide-bomber Barbie doll

I WOKE UP at about midday. My head was still heavy from the drinking and some vaguely remembered sexual...

Outback rules

Lost geographies

The fires of change

Nauru diary

Standing Rock

A voté

I voted Benoit Hamon. What can I say? I have always voted for the Parti Socialiste candidates at presidential...

American dreams

THREE YEARS AGO I was privileged to intern for a Democratic congressman in the United States House of Representatives....

Frontier dreaming

QUEENSLANDERS MAY BE united when it comes to State of Origin football, but up north there has always been...

On ‘The Natural Way of Things’, by Charlotte Wood

The women in Charlotte Wood’s powerful and distinctive novel are prisoners in an imaginative landscape that we know only as a remote location somewhere in inland Australia. It is not a place, or a literature, that we have encountered before. There is nothing like it in our literary past.