From the editor
TODAY I sign off from The Australian after 25 years with the paper — 251/ years, to be strictly accurate. Not quite half of my life, but not far off it. Most of those years have been spent in arts journalism, which is a piece of good fortune I am profoundly grateful to have had. In my view there’s no area of journalism more stimulating or more challenging — all those art forms to be across; all those exciting temperaments; the lively contempt for work-life balance — or more fun. True, the paper’s political commentators could perhaps mount that argument — and their hours are pretty similar, by which I mean every waking moment and then some — but I will accept no other candidate. It has been a blast; allconsuming and incredibly inspiring. Naturally it hasn’t been all opening nights and free drinks, but I’ve had more than my fair share. ‘‘Too much fun,’’ has been my slogan, and still is. After the merciless slog of the day there was always the possibility of something extraordinary to come. The result may not always have been what was hoped for, but the enlivening sense of anticipation was always there. In that quarter-century I’ve been to thousands of shows in what you might call the line of duty, except it never was a duty. To all the artists who have enriched my life incalculably, thank you. And of course arts journalists would be sad, empty vessels without readers. We do it for you. Looking into my diary for the next couple of months I see a solid array of theatre engagements inked in and I suspect it won’t be long before I wonder just how I ever had enough time to go to work. Well, what I was lucky enough to call work. See you in a foyer soon. Here at Review, former editor Deborah Hope resumes the chair. Welcome back.