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...Riversleigh Travelers' Rest A roadhouse oasis in the remote Northern Territory Wet and Wondrous Rafting the wild reaches of the Franklin River The Gospel Run Taking the church to the people of the Outback Press Gang Getting the nation's news out at the Australian Super Bowl Inside the myth-filled Wolfe Creek meteorite crater Unseen Gladiators Keeping the Melbourne Cricket Ground alive Hands Off Protecting prehistoric art in a Tasmanian cave Metal Asylum Sculpture goes walkabout in the West Australian desert...
...We’ve become a society of infotainment. We like stories, not facts,” Lehane continued. “We believe a myth, even though there’s no evidence. The idea of Mystic River—get the evidence...
...drove out of sight. Typical, she thought: the maverick, disregarding the rules. She wasn't 100% sure it was Latham, although it sounds plausible. But until Latham outs himself over a breach of the motorists' code, I'm inclined to think it was someone else, another urban-fringe myth. Besides, why would a man who could be Australia's next Prime Minister be driving? Isn't he entitled to a Commonwealth car and driver? Where was his campaign bus, the Opportunity Express...
...paintings, like the posters, propagate the myth of a land of joy and plenty. In one, a pair of beaming workers quaff foamy beers beside a table strewn with apples and grapes, while a foundry glows behind them. Others have a Norman Rockwell sweetness to them: an adolescent girl bids farewell to her younger brother as she heads off to military camp; an elderly railway worker strolls along a posy-lined track beside an idyllic stream...
Waiting for that legendary red double decker bus is part of a revelatory experience, a continual revision of what a place is, a kind of decoder ring for the city’s century-old myth. That a city like London is, to use Benjamin Disraeli’s phrase, one of “two nations” is not surprising, but it’s not enough to see it through A Clockwork Orange’s blood-colored lens, or even in Dickens’ soot-tinged ink. Once, his dirty, patchwork metropolis of chimney sweeps...