- Letter #5 - 4 November 2013
Arriving at the Union Club in Sydney I experienced a Marxist flashback, some Karl but mostly Groucho, who when invited by the Friars Club famously responded that he would not join any club that would have him as a member. The trigger this time was the portrait of the Queen at the top of the stairwell. An oil of the Royals is easily offset by a chilled pitcher of martinis, but that was not an option. Greeting me at the entry my congenial host Ambassador Richard Broinowski promptly informed me that the monthly gatherings of the Harvard Club of Australia were dry; as did, interestingly, the next three Club members that I met. I settled for a virgin bloody mary - and decided before the first sip to change the topic of my talk.
- Letter #4 - 14 August 2013
At the tail end of a trip that took me from Sydney to Boston to Washington to New York and now back to Sydney, I considered a more apposite name for communiqués written over vast stretches of water... Whether or not the oceanic distances provide Australia a postcolonial exceptionalism from the game of nations is an ongoing debate.
- Letter #3 - 6 July 2013
It is a sign of busy times that the first quiet interlude to write the latest Director’s Letter comes once again somewhere over the Pacific at 30,000 feet. I’m en route to the US, with a tin cup to rattle for potential funders, a documentary on The Art of Peace to finish and several loose ends from the move to tie up.
- Letter #2 - 29 May 2013
The University of Sydney’s venerable Great Lecture Hall, its rows of hard benches steeply raked for 19th century medical classes, was filled last week with an audience interested in a different sort of pathology. Current and former members of the Australian military, journalists from the major outlets, academics from the field of security studies, and, given the stormy weather, a surprising number of intrepid citizens, had come to hear about the global threats facing Australia in the 21st century.
- Letter #1 - 3 April 2013
First impressions last. One year ago, en route to interview for this job, my seat companion took note of my reading material, the latest issue of Foreign Policy. It sported a bold cover: ‘Obama’s Secret Wars’ in block letters atop the image of an armed Predator drone. Asked for my take on the topic, I launched into a critique born of two decades studying generals and leaders who place a misbegotten faith in technological fixes for intractable political problems, the recalcitrant issues of sovereignty and international law, the likelihood of some bad blowback, and what happens when, inevitably, others mimic the US and acquire their own killer drones. I might even have evoked Robocop.