Everyone is currently losing their mind over Malcolm Turnbull handing over $444 million to his corporate pals in the name of the Great Barrier Reef. But, maybe we don’t get it.
Last night, a straight white male was charged with vandalising the Eurydice Dixon’s memorial. As a straight white male myself, I feel the need to comment. To set things straight.
Enabled by their headlines to remake the The Last Jedi, the toxic fandom of Star Wars is becoming more powerful that we could ever imagine.
The journey into my own lurid past started with Stephen Fry and a yellowing photo of a familiar stranger.
With the news that the far-right is setting up a series of Fight Clubs, I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.
Sharlene Teo’s opus articulates the challenges three generations of women face in the same city. A staggering debut.
Solo is naked fan service. But with it now a reality, are we ready for this to be our Star Wars experience?
Once described as a great writer you’d never want to shake hands with, Philip Roth’s genius will far outlive his 85 years. Vale, indeed.
Parting as it is said, is such sweet sorrow. That certainly goes for the fantastic In the Midst of Winter, a lovely season gone too soon.
David Byrne, America’s pre-eminent Talking Head returns with his new auditory vision of his utopia. It’s certainly something.
The ABC has had its funding “frozen” in the budget. No matter though, it’s just a matter of tightening one’s belt. And making do with less. Well, nothing.
Sarah Wilson attempts to articulate the vague expanse of anxiety in her new book, but whether it succeeds, depends on your subjectivity.
Now that motives of the Toronto attacker are known, what it seems we unfortunately have is another internet-driven, moronic sub-set at our hands.
Rarely does a book come along that articulates Australia so wonderfully, and very rarely does it come from the mouth of a galah.
Every so often, a satire comes along that transcends the form. ‘The Death of Stalin’ is very much that. Go see it.
Good news! The entirety of the NBN disaster is not yet complete. In fact, we’ve still got a magnitude of pain to endure. Excuse me while my criticism buffers.
In the hands of Jenny Quintana, ‘The Missing Girl’ is a real page-turner that steps between past and present, effectively evoking the struggle of the 1980s middle class in Britain.
Great change was promised during last night’s Oscars. However, wiggling the edges of the screen in prediction, how much will we actually see?
While Oliver Sacks is no longer with us, his brain is. The noted dead man throws the spotlight on who we are in his latest effort. Spookily accurate.
In the hands of Greta Gerwig, ‘Lady Bird’ is an affirmation of all the brutality and beauty of the oft-criticised millennial set. Believe the hype.
While Jennifer Mills’ stunning debut novel addresses the end of everything, it does so in a very familiar place: home.
So, Elon Musk now owns space. Wow. However, with the final frontier now set to be the next billboard, we’re all doomed. Bring on the Spacebook Wars.