Curtesy of a piece in Crikey today I discovered a terrific writer.
I guess it won’t be news to many Troppodillians but in the course of making some ‘what is the world coming to’ comments about the media (to which I can only respond ‘what indeed, and what did you expect?’) she linked to Marx’s excellent piece about his alcoholism and his demonic portrait of AA. It’s probably a better piece of writing – because it’s so good – but the more engrossing piece many might have seen before. I hadn’t. A thoroughly engrossing and very candid portrait of his own seduction and ultimate betrayal by – and counter-betrayal of the very spooky Russell Crowe.