The Deplatforming Of Australia
Can a whole country be deplatformed? That question confronts all of Australia today, as Facebook (for Facebook, read Mark Zuckerberg, who autocratically controls the social media giant) suddenly went nuclear, blocking all postings from news sites by its Australian users, and blocking those same users from seeing news postings from any source, anywhere in the world. All of this seemingly in response to a law that hasn’t even passed through Parliament. It feels like a dummy spit for the ages, the kind of moment that historians will simply chuckle over—and it is. But there’s much more here: never before in […]
What Is News, and Who Decides?
This morning, the world’s biggest media-sharing platform decided to ban all Australian news publishers, without any notice—and without applying any degree of sophistication to how a news publisher is defined. On a day where regions in Australia are experiencing flooding or extreme fire danger, Facebook has disappeared the Bureau of Meteorology—but not the climate change deniers whose evidence-ignorant actions prevent meaningful, long-term policy commitments in this area. In the middle of a pandemic, they’ve axed departments of health, and non-government community health and social services organisations, but not the anti-vaxxers whose wilful misinformation is costing lives all over the world. […]
What I’m Reading
Making sense of pain and chaos My children were returned to me when schools closed last year. At five and seven, their lives had just been uprooted in the wake of family separation, shunting them from a big block in the country with a trampoline and a treehouse, to two tiny apartments in Melbourne’s inner north. It’s fair to say that things felt uncertain, precarious and hard. At that point, I read Deborah Levy’s memoir again. The Cost of Living reflects on remaking a life in the wake of divorce. ‘The writing you are reading now is made from […]
We Got This Lockdown, Mofo
Announcement. ‘It’s only five days!’ ‘WE GOT THIS!’ Victorious Victorians! And then we go to get silly drunk, while we can, at the pub, to temper the setback, before curfew. ‘It’s only five days!’ Our mantra rings out, ‘We got THIS! Let’s bake!’ Get your shoes on, kids! It’s our family walk! With masks, around the zone, we’re permitted. We slip back in, our routine, we know it. ‘Just four more.’ We shout loud, and send out, virtual high-fives, to whoever will listen, ‘We GOT this!’ ‘NO MORE WALKING’, kids proclaim. It’s boring. How quickly, they remembered. ‘You OK?’ come […]
Essays
More Than Opening the Door
In her 2015 Sydney Review of Books article ‘What the essayist spills’, Maria Tumarkin draws a clear distinction between ‘confessor’ and ‘essayist’. The first is a writer who spills everything for an audience primed to receive and ‘learn’ from it. The latter sees their material as an entry to wider discussions; ‘smashing the bottom from underneath the author’s experiences’ and steering…
Fiction
The Secret Garden
This bloody orphan, standing at the foot of my bed. Small, pallid, yellow-haired and sour-faced. ‘I’ve stolen a garden,’ she says.
Every night this kid wakes me up. She says the same thing each time, in exactly the same way. The third night, I’m already irritated. ‘You said that yesterday,’ I tell her. ‘And the day before. Who are you anyway?’
Memoir
Live On
It’s basically empty!’ Tim says of my spare room. He’s touring the house, although he’s been here many times. We’re both looky-loos. He holds out his arms to assess the size of the space, then turns back to focus on me. ‘You could totally fit a baby in here!’ I mime shooting myself in the head.
Poetry
Demolition Man v. the No Freedoms Act
Lockdown makes me crazy for action
films—all that sweat and beef and stupid risk.
I love an action-Arnie or -Stallone, the close-up
of an arm, offered to a dangling damsel,
who must think, there’s just no way
I can get a grip on that hunk of quivering
muscle. I am especially fond of plots
that don’t make sense or stretch us




























