“Oscar fatigue” is starting to set in. Following the 400-metre sprint of the Pistorius bail application, we can expect an appreciable change of pace; after all, it will be a long wait until June, when the slow marathon of the actual trial begins.
To switch from a sporting to a sexual metaphor, you might say that – once bail was posted and the weekend coverage seemed to exhaust every angle on the story – South Africa’s purveyors of news media paused for the customary post-coital cigarette after their ten-day orgy of self-congratulation and mutual masturbation.
Still, when Monday morning dawned, the general libidinal gratification continued: Oscar was due to report to the Brooklyn police station in Pretoria, Oscar reported to Correctional Services elsewhere, Oscar went back to his uncle’s house in Waterkloof. There were further revelations about the State’s case, about police bungling, about the sordid history of the greater Pistorius clan.
On Tuesday we heard more of the same, but it was no longer the lead story. And so began its gradual (albeit temporary) disappearance from the headlines and news bulletins.