Stories and Paintings
Whenever there is a drought or a cyclone or a fire or a flood somewhere here in Australia (which is often), the television news will run a story featuring footage of (depending on the disaster) dry paddocks with cracks in the dirt, uprooted trees, smoke-reddened skies or a car being swept away in an overflowing... Continue Reading →
"Fine," said Mr Nately, sitting down. "So you shoot dissenters, rape their daughters, maim their sons—" Josh wailed weakly "—and then there's the prisons. Oh man, the horror stories that come out of the prisons will scare anyone into line." "Prisons?" said the prime minister. "Oh yeah. You wait. Build 'em and let your guards... Continue Reading →
It was my first overseas trip on official duty. I had been called up at the last minute to act as the Prime Minister's key adviser in Western Africa. In Senegal, after a warm welcome and sightseeing tour, things cooled at the negotiating table. Both leaders, usually calm under pressure, began shouting and slamming their... Continue Reading →
