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Requiem for a Monster, by John Birmingham

Requiem for a Monster, by John Birmingham

All those ratfucks understood was strength and fear and the simple joy of driving their enemies before them. There was no schadenfreude in seeing Bjelke-Petersen humiliated before the Fitzgerald Inquiry when he was unable to explain what was meant by the doctrine of the separation of powers, because all it did was hammer home the truth that we'd been comprehensively arse-raped by a man with the ethics of a starving sewer rat, and the political instincts of a sabre-toothed baboon with a really scorching methamphetamine addiction.

The Poinciana Woman of Darwin's East Point. By Roland Dyrting

The Poinciana Woman of Darwin's East Point. By Roland Dyrting

There was once a beautiful brown-skinned Asian woman who long ago was raped by a group of Japanese fishermen out on East Point. She became deranged after this event and when she discovered that she was pregnant she hanged herself from a branch of a Poinciana tree near where she’d been assaulted. She has since become a wraith who stalks and kills men at night. She entices them by initially appearing as a beautiful, white-robed, long-haired young woman but then transforms into a hideous wild-haired eagle-clawed hag just before she eviscerates her victims and feeds on their still-steaming guts.

Graverobbers for God - AIATSIS, the Vatican and anthropologists on the Tiwi islands

Graverobbers for God - AIATSIS, the Vatican and anthropologists on the Tiwi islands

Now after the Catholic church has spent over a century stripping us of everything they could get their thieving hands on including our culture and our children, they have managed to find themselves another role to play. To add insult to injury they now present themselves to the world as the preservers and keepers of Tiwi culture.

"And still my family die." Marie Munkara on the commodification of life and death on the Tiwi islands

The mission arrived one hundred and six years ago. Despite having a perfectly functioning society for thousands of years, they came to “Save” us, but since their arrival we have the highest incidence of suicide on the planet and domestic violence is rife. So what does that tell you? They were too busy coveting our souls to really Love Thy Neighbour weren’t they? We are not people to them, we are objects of religious zeal.

Tracker: Stories of Tracker Tilmouth, by Alexis Wright

Tracker: Stories of Tracker Tilmouth, by Alexis Wright

Tracker was one of the few brilliant statesmanlike leaders we have had – one who stayed close to his own people, and who really had the capacity to push back the boundaries for much of the action that shapes how we think and have thought about our times.

Building up ... going Troppo in the Top End

Building up ... going Troppo in the Top End

Too. Fucking. Hot. I cleared the breathalyser and turned off Lee Point Road. As I drove past, just one hundred metres away from the alcohol and drug testing station, I could see one of the many old mates of Darwin’s Northern Suburbs leaning back in his plastic chair, pulling on a bong. Happy Thursday to you, Old Mate.

NT News throws its best under a bus

NT News throws its best under a bus

The reasons for Walsh's shock departure are unclear at present and may never be revealed—though there is no shortage of rumour on the street.

Yes, I can cook! Koulla Roussos on unrequited sex, art, food, jail and a pair of steel-capped boots

Yes, I can cook! Koulla Roussos on unrequited sex, art, food, jail and a pair of steel-capped boots

He winked and said, "no more chances". I slipped back into my steel cap boots, and marched confidently with a swagger towards the interview room. So yeah, I can fucking cook.

"I don't read fiction" and the 'obligation to imagine and daydream'

A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.― Flannery O'Connor.

The kill-or-be-killed world of NT politics, 2012 to 2016

The kill-or-be-killed world of NT politics, 2012 to 2016

Giles’s mood had changed from denial, to anger, to bargaining. He first denied any knowledge of an unfolding coup. Later he raged about the stupidity of it. And in our last conversation, just after midnight, before the phone was hurled from the balcony, he seemed to think there was a way to fight on.