I don't hold a biro, mate

A review of Scott Morrison's biography. Or at least, of the first chapter

Should I or shouldn’t I? Can I or can’t I? Will I or won’t I?

I am having flashbacks to the first time I climbed the diving tower at the Olympic swimming pool in Canberra when I was kid and contemplated hurling myself into what looked like an impossibly small wet handkerchief neatly laid out in a rectangle on the concrete a hundred miles below me.

Scott Morrison’s biography has somehow shown up on my Kindle app and I find myself on the same precipice. I must’ve preordered it last year in a fit of duty to the readers of this newsletter, telling myself it might be valuable-fun-interesting-helpful to write a review of #scomosbio. But now that it is actually here, available and demanding to be read, I am not so sure I can do it.

Should I jump in?

The best I can promise is this: a review of the first chapter, or more precisely, the twenty-page Preface. Tell me if you want me to keep going and I will do my best.

I noticed Guy Rundle saying a few challenging things to those of us inclined to be …