Mark Baker wrote the book called “the gold standard of second generation Holocaust memoirs”.
I’m reaching that juncture where a woman starts to think of herself as the sum of all the compromises she’s made. Most days I seethe with a rage I can barely articulate.
Not even Australia’s handful of cultural elders - those who prised open the windows of our stultifying mid-century suburbia to let in fresh air - are spared cancellation these days.
Cold and dingy on the inside,The Liberal Party is a natural setting for basement deals and a space in which women tend to feel on edge.
Reading about the sacking of a Florida school principal over a picture of Michelangelo’s David,I felt that familiar,“thank God we’re not America” smugness.
The Nicholas Building might be a ‘decaying museum’ but it forged an accidental community of creative Melburnians.
Bravery implies telling uncomfortable truths. Yet if it is true,as alleged,that writers Mohammed El-Kurd and Susan Abulhawa propagate racism then by definition they are telling not truths but lies.
It is the response to Tár,as much as the film itself,that’s most revealing,of our own existential crisis around power,truth and the role of art.
Lidia Thorpe’s freelance advocacy against the Voice while a senator for the minor party highlights two enduring pathologies on the political left.
By the time you state schoolers are in year 9,many of you will be five years behind the kids in Posh Grammar in reading,and four years behind in maths – more than double the gap between you and them in year 3. The more you’re schooled,the relatively dumber you get!
A Sydney woman is suing her former psychiatrist for professional negligence over the transgender treatment she received as a 19-year-old.