November 2016


Magazine

November 2016

A democratic moment

Eyes wide open

Feeding  the  beast

Rough times

Murcutt’s mosque

Seeing visions

Powerless agents

Bonfire of  the narratives

How did American democracy come to this?


The Nation Reviewed

A democratic moment

Hillary Clinton needs her new progressive agenda as much as America does

Eyes wide open

What does One Nation senator Malcolm Roberts really believe?

Masaaki’s sushi

Join the queue for Tasmania’s most sought-after Japanese

Desirable elements

Simon Oxenham has designed some of the world’s greatest skateparks


The Monthly Essays

Bonfire of  the narratives

How did American democracy come to this?

Feeding  the  beast

Billion-dollar burnouts keep emissions rising

Rough times

Homelessness has reached crisis levels in Melbourne and Sydney


Medicine

Preparations for the storm

How do doctors manage when there are more patients and fewer resources?

Medicine

Arts & Letters

The antipodes of the imagination

JM Coetzee’s ‘The Schooldays of Jesus’ is defined by its strangeness

Murcutt’s mosque

The Australian Islamic Centre is notable for what it isn’t as much as for what it is

Seeing visions

Lynette Wallworth’s ‘Collisions’ brings virtual reality to the Western Desert

Powerless agents

Andrea Arnold’s ‘American Honey’ is an exuberant, if meandering, trip

A survival guide for outsiders

Australian hip-hop artist Tkay Maidza brings a lifetime on the move to her debut album, ‘Tkay’



Noted


In Light of Recent Events

I’m no Costa Georgiadis, that bushy goblin who hosts the ABC’s Gardening Australia, but I do love a pretty spring blossom. Put me in close proximity to a flowering apricot and I’ll snip a sprig for my studio desk. But this furious explosion of colour comes with a price: seasonal allergic rhinitis. Come springtime, my nose feels like a disco of bees engaged in a frenzy of jittery twerking. In reality, it’s the plane tree pollen that’s crucifying my nasal cavities, right? Or the goddamn grasses from the Mallee? To find out for sure, I took my nose for a walk under the cherry blossom and through city streets to see what delighted, and blighted, my senses.

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