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Kerry Stokes has gone from rags to riches. But as Malcolm Knox reports, truth and closure are elusive in the story of the media mogul who is a master of reinvention. Media mogul Kerry Stokes has always tried to control the story of his life. But an imminent unauthorised biography is about to change all that, writes Malcolm Knox. It would be almost another year before Harper-Collins announced it was publishing that biography, by journalist Andrew Rule, most likely in

The books weave tales of the dyslexic, working class boy cum media magnate and his journey to the top of Australian business. His mother was unmarried year old barmaid Marie Jean Alford and he never met her. One early home was at Camp Pell, the Melbourne post-war slum housing area.