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How much can Romania bear? Killing bears is back on the cards

Nearly one hundred Eurasian brown bears call Romania’s Libearty​ Bear Sanctuary home. Located seven kilometres east of Zarnesti in Transylvania’s Carpathian Mountains, the 69-hectare property opens its gates to tourists each morning, a little after feeding time, when the animals

The politics of prayer in Kosovo

In the rectory of Kosovo’s Cathedral of Saint Mother Teresa, a few days ahead of the consecration ceremony in September, Father Lush Gjergji can hardly contain his excitement. Casually clad in shirtsleeves and clerical collar, the diminutive but ebullient priest

‘BoJack Horseman’s fourth season spins its wheels

In its four seasons on the air—or at least online, where the best stuff increasingly resides—BoJack Horseman has cemented itself as one of the best shows on television, animated or otherwise. There is almost too much that can be said for

Understanding Vivian Maier

The strange tale of Vivian Maier has been well rehearsed by now. It has been the subject of countless articles, innumerable gallery programs, two documentaries and at least one court case. For those who haven’t heard it before, it goes

Reporting the truth gets you sucker punched in Kosovo

Parim Olluri’s assailants arrived first. The CCTV footage shows only their backs as they stroll past the camera and on up the street. There are three of them and they’re all wearing hoods. Olluri’s fiancée, Genta, appears next. She stops,

A novel idea

A novel idea

Books , Criticism Jun 29, 2017

In her celebrated 2008 essay, ‘Two Paths for the Novel,’ Zadie Smith set out to define exactly what it said on the label. There was Joseph O’Neill’s Netherland, with its lyrical realism and “authentic story of a self,” and Tom

Sicily’s tide of misery

It’s early evening in Catania, Sicily, and the central station is once again thronged with African asylum seekers. Every night they come here—their meagre possessions in tow, seagulls wheeling madly overhead—to catch buses and trains to other parts of Italy,

Louis Nowra’s paean to a suburb

It’s a rare profile of Sydney writer Louis Nowra that fails to mention his long-term patronage of the Old Fitzroy Hotel in Woolloomooloo. It’s an easy journalistic go-to (and, as he reveals at one point in Woolloomooloo: A Biography, an