A pacey dramatisation of News International’s phone-hacking and influence-wielding leaves the story necessarily unfinished ...

It was much more sedate than most Murdoch headlines: “News Corp Announces Resolution of Murdoch Family Trust Matter.” That innocuous phrase, “family trust matter,” hid the deep schism within the ...

When Papua New Guinea became independent on 16 September 1975, Australia departed with high hopes and quiet fears. After a colonial/protectorate/trusteeship role of ...

International It’s not just police who police Nic Maclellan 20 September 2024 An Australian plan to improve policing in the Pacific deals with just one element of the islands’ crime and conflict ...

National affairs Let’s just get this done, shall we? Karen Middleton 18 July 2025 A former Treasury secretary lays down the environmental law ...

Books & arts Pluralism exists; we just need to accept it Harry Hobbs 27 August 2025 The European Union’s relations with its member states could help us navigate the process of treaty-making ...

National affairs On parade in a new age of wars Graeme Dobell 19 June 2025 As Iran and Israel wage war, big military parades are held in the United States and Britain Books & arts The journalist and ...

After months of public brinkmanship, with interest groups and commentators barracking from the sidelines and the threat of a double dissolution election hanging overhead, the federal government has ...

Let me start with a couple of incidents that illustrate the great political puzzle we now face. Incident 1: On Thursday a number of tech billionaires had dinner with Donald Trump. They were ...

Moree might be booming thanks to cotton and other crops, but many of the benefits haven’t yet reached the local Aboriginal people, the Kamilaroi, who comprise at least a fifth of its 9000 people.

Paul Thomas Anderson’s One Battle After Another seems to take place in a continuous present, even though there is a sixteen-year gap between the opening scenes and the latter part of the film.

It’s a weekday afternoon in late February and I’m taking a nostalgic walk around the leafy streets of the suburb where I grew up. West Pymble, a generally unassuming place, sits on the unfashionable ...