At the other end of the world the half moon rises on its back over a series of bays crusted with beaches and harbors that make up the city. The pink people speak English, the skyscrapers could be anywhere, but August comes at the end of winter, strange flowers rise from the road dividers, abalone is a staple, kangaroos are vermin, sheep are prized, and up north, as Cate Blanchett will tell you, people lick the backs of cane toads to get high. The money is called dollars, and the bills are made with plastic (local joke: “Clean and wipe and use again”). It’s a no-nonsense place, where the haughty are shot down for “big-noting themselves,” but the suburbs have camp names—La Perouse, Beverly Hills, Balmain, Sans Souci. [More]