Australian politics, society & culture


Loneliness in the age of freedom
By Anne Manne
One day in late summer I have a bad fall. I shred an ankle. It does not heal. After weeks of medical muddle, a scan shows ligaments snapped and torn off the bone. I am housebound for months. Yet my spirits are surprisingly good. But then, I'm not alone in this. Illness, injury, dependency - all bring their own strange