Published in Overland Issue 210 Autumn 2013 · Uncategorized Issue 210 Editorial team Contents Regulars Jeff Sparrow – Editorial Alison Croggon Rjurik Davidson Features Aaron Bady Zero dark Geronimo The novel in the age of terror Alyena Mohummadally ‘I thought I was the only one!’ CAL–Connections: On coming out queer and Muslim Francesca Rendle-Short Field guide to writing a father On piecing together a relationship Panagiotis Sotiris The dark dawn of Greek neo-fascism Nazism in the heart of Europe Martin Kovan The year of great burning Tibet and the challenge of self-immolation Kate Davison My German question Israel, Palestine and the German Left Dean Biron The aesthetics of conservatism The case for uncomfortable art Philip Mirowski, Jeremy Walker and Antoinette Abboud Beyond denial How environmentalists confront the wrong problem Guy Rundle Chaos and convergence Why hacktivists and the Left need each other Poetry Prize Peter Minter – Judge’s report Luke Fischer Augury? First place Fiona Hile The owl of Lascaux Second place Myles Gough The watchmaker’s wrath Third place Fiction Theresa Layton The cartography of foxes Andrés Vaccari American djinn Editorial team More by Editorial team › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election. 17 April 202417 April 2024 · Culture From the edge of the circle pit: growing up punk and girl in Indonesia Dina Indrasafitri Circa 1999, I sat on the floor in a poorly lit house on the outskirts of Jakarta, still in my grey-and-white high-school uniform. The members of the protest punk band Anti-Military were plotting their first album recording in the next room. Scattered around me were political pamphlets, zines and books touching on the subjects of anarchism, anti-work and anti-racism.