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Lachlan Murdoch prepares to see his father, London, July 2011. © Paul Hackett/Reuters
Lachlan Murdoch and News Corp
By Paola Totaro
Andrew Bolt as a young journalist working for the 'Age', c.1980.
The Bolt Factor
By Anne Summers
Chris Mitchell and Christine Jackman at the launch of Jackman's 'Inside Kevin 07', Walsh Bay, June 2008. Seated behind them (left to right) are the Australian's Dennis Shanahan, Paul Whittaker, Glenn Milne, and Nick Cater. © Alan Pryke/Newspix
The Power of Rupert Murdoch and the Australian’s Editor-in-Chief
By Sally Neighbour
Then Fairfax CEO Brian McCarthy speaking at the company's head office in Sydney, 27 August 2010. © Lee Besford / AAP Image
Crises of Faith
By Margaret Simons
Illustration by Jeff Fisher.
By Benjamin Law
Illustration by Jeff Fisher.
Rudd and the Murdoch Press
By Mungo MacCallum
Forty-three Years at the ABC
By Chris Masters
Despite that dismal episode, I still see the ABC as a national treasure. It can be snobbishly self-important and oafishly bureaucratic. There are a lot of cardigans in those corridors. Managers come and go with the barest understanding of broadcasting, the central purpose of the place. A recent board became its
By Sally Warhaft
‘Is that the truth, or is your News Limited?' Last month, while this magazine celebrated its second birthday, Australia's pre-eminent media group, Fairfax, spiked a story profiling Wendi Deng Murdoch that one of its editors had commissioned. We don't yet know all the facts behind the Fairfax decision, but we do know
Disconnect in the Fourth Estate
By David Salter
IT'S TIME YOU WERE TOLD THE TRUTH! fumed 60 Minutes, teasing their version of the New Guinea cannibal saga. If it's finally time for the truth, what was all that other stuff you've been telling us?GIVE GERMAINE A GOBFULL! urged the Daily Telegraph, after Greer's critique of the late Steve Irwin. The
Now Who’s ‘The One’? Kerry Stokes: the Fun Begins at Seven
By John Birmingham
Having ventured once before across the boundary between life and death – to famously declare that there was fucking nothing there – the big man lay dying at last, holding on long enough to do two things: to talk to his son, James, who rushed back from overseas when he received word of his father’s sudden deterioration
By Margaret Simons
The Hyatt is an historic hotel, or what passes for one in this young city, and the front of the building is heritage-listed so the doormen have to fit in. The uniforms are a gesture to some idea of what a servant might have worn back in the 1920s, when power first came to settle in Canberra, the sort of gesture that