April 2009

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  • Harry Nicolaides | April 2009 | The Monthly Essays | Foreign Affairs | Lists

    Compound One. For weeks I lay on my back, delirious with influenza. When I was able to stand, I shuffled around like a zombie, pushed here and there by the heaving population of sweaty, half-naked inmates, most of them Thai, Burmese or Cambodian.

    One night I...

  • Satyajit Das | April 2009 | The Nation Reviewed | Business

    At the beginning of the global financial crisis, the destruction of storied financial institutions was an entertaining blood sport: there was a satisfying sense of schadenfreude as the Masters of the Universe received their comeuppance. But the crisis soon spread to the...

  • Tim Flannery | April 2009 | The Nation Reviewed | Environment
    As I write, in mid March, a geriatric sandy-coloured rat wanders his enclosure at the Alice Springs Desert Park. Death can't be far off for the poor creature, which would hardly matter except that, as far as anybody knows, he's the last central rock-rat on Earth. The...
  • Mungo MacCallum | April 2009 | The Nation Reviewed | Foreign Affairs
    By a remarkable coincidence, Australia and India share a national day: both countries have their biggest party of the year on 26 January. But the day means very different things to these two members of the British Commonwealth. Indians celebrate the day they became an...
  • Leigh Sales | April 2009 | The Nation Reviewed | Society & Culture
    On a rainy Monday night in Sydney's inner west, Dave Bloustien is testing new material on 50 people who have squeezed into the small upstairs room of a pub. Bloustein is a 33-year-old comedian with wide sideburns reminiscent of Wolverine from X-Men. He wears a grey...
  • Gail Bell | April 2009 | The Monthly Essays | Society & Culture

    I came to know Eddie at second hand, through my husband. There was much to love about Eddie, and much to wonder about. I knew he had a liver disease aggravated by decades of drinking and yet persisted with his haphazard lifestyle. He still smoked tobacco, still liked a joint...

  • Harry Nicolaides | April 2009 | The Monthly Essays | Foreign Affairs

    Compound One. For weeks I lay on my back, delirious with influenza. When I was able to stand, I shuffled around like a zombie, pushed here and there by the heaving population of sweaty, half-naked inmates, most of them Thai, Burmese or Cambodian.

    One night I...