Investigative journalism, interviews, essays
Left Hanging How they’re killing the koalas of Wilton
by Mick Daley
“We have to work out what the transition is between protected koala habitat and urban areas... Let’s find a balance between conservation and development for housing.”
My Gender is Orange Dalek Identity is complicated, but then so is walking upright
by McKenzie Wark
I lived in Kings Cross, in Sydney for a while. It is a particularly difficult place to park a car. I got in the habit of parking it in Premier Lane. At the time it was known as Tranny Lane. Trans sex workers sat on the cars there, smoking cigarettes. They sat on my car. I didn’t object. Sometimes we talked.
Walking the Flint and Steel Track West Head, Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park
by Tom Carment
“There’s a big lizard down near the water, with a tin of cat food stuck on its head!”
Eight Years On The Syrian war and its child refugees
by Angus Smith
“I’m working and saving up so I can save rent for a tent,” Ibrahim says. “The tent owner comes and demands his money. You don’t even get a chance to rest.”
A Machine Has No Friends How soon before an AI robot takes your job?
by Jack Cameron Stanton
“If machines are capable of doing almost any work humans can do, what will the humans do?”
Funeral for a Friend Farewelling Rajani Enderby
by Rick Feneley
Rajani Enderby had a big life; not long but big. The way she lived can tell us much about love and friendship, as her husband, Scott, and her friend Steve Kilbey explained at her funeral. Rick Feneley, her long-time neighbour, reports.
Cigarettes & Turpentine An Ode to My Artist-Mother
by Madelaine Lucas
She smoked Marlboro Reds and drove old cars that always broke down… She wore red lipstick religiously. She was never on time to pick me up.
This Perfect Day Losing Anthony Bourdain
by Elmo Keep
Call someone you haven’t for a long time and tell them that you’re thinking about them. Invite someone over for a meal and cook for them. Let them know they can tell you anything.
The Sunshine Club Sleeping rough on the Hawkesbury
by Mick Daley
It’s sweltering as I walk across the grassy river flats. I can see Dean’s ute, people gathered round another vehicle. Beyond them a jungle of weeds, willows and wattle.
The Best Way to Ruin a Walk The grass is greener for Sydney’s public golf courses, but for how long?
by Leon Batchelor
Golf courses – particularly public ones – are caught in the middle of a three-way contest between a population largely unconcerned with golf, developers with eyes for well-located land and the six per cent of us that still play the sport.
Who’ll Stop the Rain? After the horrors of Myanmar, Rohingya refugees now face the monsoon season
by Matthew Clayfield
Makeshift dwellings of bamboo and sheet plastic sit immediately above one another on slopes of silt. All this is likely to turn to mud as soon as the monsoon season arrives.
Waking Up as Someone Else How Kate Fischer became Tziporah Malkah
by Antonella Gambotto-Burke
Now 43, Tziporah Malkah, once known as Kate Fischer, is returning to the media after six years spent working as a carer in Melbourne… Television executives are beginning to consider her potential as Australia’s new Oprah.
Nick Cave Premonitions of Love
by Mark Mordue
“The impulse was to hide. But it turns out that being forced to grieve openly basically saved us.”
The Resistance An interview with Franklin Foer about Big Tech and the fight for our minds
by Alex Tighe
It’s almost inevitable that we’re going to arrive at the day when government regulates the technology companies. All these horrors will add up and take their toll. It’s the the only reason to be optimistic.
On the Waterfront Sydney’s working harbour is being sold off for city real estate
by Mick Daley
The entire Fish Market site and all its working wharves are soon to be evicted, displaced by up to 2,760 new apartments.
Marrickville or Mirvacville? A development that could shape where our city is going
by Drew Rooke
“The proponent seems to have confused south Marrickville with downtown Hong Kong” - Inner West Council Mayor, Darcy Byrne