Best Books 2021

 

Our literary year began with confidencebooks published, festivals and book awards back in personand ended with Covid-related distribution delays, event postponements and reduced programmes. National Poetry Day happened online only for the second year in a row. For several months Auckland writers couldn’t attend live events elsewhere in the countryincluding Verb Wellington and a delayed Word Christchurchand a slew of books had lockdown launches, or no launch at all.

A number of events, like the National Māori Writers Hui, moved to November and then into 2022. Still, despite the reduced footprints and numbers of international writers at our festivals New Zealand audiences turned up, embracing long-distance live streaming of literary eventsincluding Kazuo Ishiguro at the Auckland Writers Festival. That festival had over 60,000 attendees, and the Ockham NZ Book Awards attracted 700 to its live event in the Aotea Centre, its largest-ever audience.

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Our festival audiences weren’t the only ones supporting local books and writers. In November, Booksellers NZ reported an increase in books sold, up 17 per cent from 2020 in year-to-date sales.

At the ANZL we continued to commission and publish in-depth book reviewswith shortened versions of many appearing in Canvas magazine in the Saturday New Zealand Herald—and host round tables, including the Ockham fiction finalists and a conversation on literary biography, memoir and letters in New Zealand. Recently we began publishing book charts for fiction and nonfiction every Monday, in partnership with the award-winning Time Out Bookstore.

For Christmas we canvassed regular contributors for their favourite books of the year, and spoke to both Time Out and McLeod’s Book Shop in Rotoroa about their best sellers. Jemma Morrison, manager of McLeod’s, compiled a list of their top-selling Māori titles in 2021, revealing that all but two of their top ten (for adult readers) are nonfiction. The two fiction titles are Auē by Becky Manawatu, winner of the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction at last year’s Ockham NZ Book Awards, and psychological thriller Tell Me Lies by J. P. Pomare, another 2020 title that continues to win new fans.

 

                                                     

 

McLeod’s top Māori title of the year is Hinemoa Elder’s Aroha: Māori wisdom for a contented life (Penguin), published pre-Christmas last year and still selling around the country: it features on this week’s ANZL Time Out chart. Well-being, health, cosmology and matauranga Māori are the subjects of some of the other Māori top-sellers this year, including Matariki: The Star of the Year by Rangi Matamua (Huia 2017) and Living by the Moon: Te Maramataka a Te Whānau-ā-Apanui by the late Wiremu Tāwhai (Huia 2014). Two books by Ngahuia Murphy (published by He Puna Manawa) are both perennial sellers for McLeods: Te Awa Atua: Menstruation in the Pre-Colonial Maori World (2013) and the bilingual Waiwhero: The Red Waters—A Celebration of Womanhood (2014).

One of the most beautiful books in McLeod’s top ten is Hinemihi: Te Hokinga—The Return by Hamish Coney, with photography by Mark Adams, and contributions by Keri-Anne Wikitera, Lyonel Grant and Jim Schuster (Rim Books 2020). This is a celebration of the house Hinemihi o Te Ao Tawhito, carved by Tene Waitere and Wero Tāroi, and soon to return to her original owners hereTūhourangi and the wider Te Arawa iwiafter a century standing in the gardens of Clandon Park in Surrey.

The top ten also includes two language titles: Hona Black’s He Iti te Kupu: Maori Metaphors and Similes (Oratia 2021), with almost 500 sayings in te reo and English, and Scott Morrison’s ever-popular Māori Made Easy (Penguin 2015).

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Time Out has the same 2021 bestseller as McLeod’sHinemoa Elder’s Aroha (Penguin 2020)and its top ten is also dominated by nonfiction titles. At number two is the memoir sensation of the year, The Mirror Book, by Charlotte Grimshaw (Vintage 2021)more on that title below.

Other memoirs on the year’s top ten are This Pākehā Life: An Unsettled Memoir by Alison Jones (BWB 2020), a deserving nonfiction finalist in this year’s Ockham NZ Book Awards and reviewed here by Stephanie Johnson, and Michelle Langstone’s essay collection Times Like These (Allen & Unwin 2021), reviewed here by Angelique Kasmara. Kasmara also reviewed another top nonfiction seller for Time Out, the true-crime Missing Persons by Steve Braunias (HarperCollins 2021).

The final nonfiction title on their list is Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland, by Lucy Mackintosh (BWB 2021), only published in November but selected for numerous best-of lists: it’s been Time Out’s top nonfiction seller since its publication.

 

                      

 

One poetry collectionTayi Tibble’s acclaimed second book, Rangikura (VUP 2021)makes the Time Out list. The three works of fiction on the year’s top ten were all finalists or winners at the Ockham NZ Book Awards, suggesting the increased impact of our annual national prizes: Bug Week by Airini Beatrais (VUP 2020); Auē by Becky Manawatu (Mākaro 2019); and Catherine Chidgey’s Remote Sympathy (VUP 2020)reviewed here by Sally Blundell.

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Time Out’s top title for younger readers this year was Spark Hunter by Sonya Wilson (Cuba Press 2021), set in a magical Fiordland. At McLeod’s, top-selling Māori titles for young people this year included two illustrated titles, Kia Kaha by Stacey Morrison and Jeremy Sherlock (Puffin 2021)‘a collection of true stories about amazing Māori’and the stunning Atua: Māori Gods and Heroes by Gavin Bishop (Puffin 2021).

We asked our own regular contributors for their favourites, confining them to books published in 2021. One book appeared in so many ‘best’ lists we’ve singled it out as book of the year, in a category all its own. It’s Charlotte Grimshaw’s The Mirror Book, reviewed here by Rachael King. Other ANZL contributors describe it as ‘honest, engaging and humble’; ‘explosive and delicate’; and ‘an utterly riveting account of how an author made (and remade) herself.’

 

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We asked Charlotte about the (massive) response she’s received from readers. She says: ‘Most readers say the book has made them think about their own families and the complexity of their own experiences. I’ve had lots of emails from psychologists, too. To me, the most superficial and irrelevant response is to call the book “literary gossip” and to wonder what in it is “true.” (It’s all true.) The readers who’ve got the point of it have understood that the themes are universal. As I said in the Frank Sargeson Memorial Lecture, “We could have been any family, in any country. My father could have been a poet published only in Icelandic, say. This is a book about the mind.

‘My family did have an unusual problem, that of compulsive fictionalising, and that was central and interesting to me, but it’s a book about trauma, memory, difficult relationships, love, personality disorders, and growing up in New Zealand. It’s not intended only as a book about personal experience. It’s about conformity and dissidence, autocracy and democracy. It’s about the family as a power structure, as a microcosm of a regime. It’s about politics in the age of Trump, and it’s about literature, and the way we fictionalise experience. I think if it was only a book about “the Steads” it would be entirely trivial. As I’ve said and will keep saying, It’s not a book about me me me, it’s really a book about all of us. 

 

                                            

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From memoir to a roman à clef: Crazy Love by Rosetta Allan (Penguin 2021) was one of our fiction picks of the year, about a ‘devoted but difficult marriage’, reviewed here by Stephanie Johnson. Another contributor notes: ‘For me the central question in this raw, visceral work is if love does indeed conquer all, is it worth the cost?’

Emma Neale’s The Pink Jumpsuit: Short Fictions, Tall Truths (Quentin Wilson 2021) was another favourite, described by one contributor as ‘a wicker hamper of pyrotechnics’ and ‘intensely engaged with what it means to be alive’. It was reviewed here by Josie Shapiro.

Honourable mentions to speculative thriller Isobar Precinct by Angelique Kasmara (Cuba Press 2021), reviewed here by Tom Moody, and Sue Orr’s novel Loop Tracks (VUP 2021), reviewed here by Stephanie Johnson.

Our top poetry title this year was The Sea Walks into a Wall by Anne Kennedy (AUP 2021), recent recipient of the Prime Minister’s Award for Literary Achievement. A (rave) review by Sophie van Waardenberg will be published on this site after Christmas. David Eggleton notes that the world of the book ‘is both holy and fallen. These poems range widely, from Hawaii and Iowa, to Florence and London, to Māori land protestors standing in the rain at Ihumātao, and throughout the poet weaves a deft pattern of connections. She writes of floods, storms, and thunderous waves; and about the narratives of the moment, the human surplus that eludes legal tidiness and finality of judgement.’

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Our contributors also cited Sleeping with Stones by Serie Barford (Anahera Press, 2021), Burst Kisses on the Actual Wind, by Courtney Sina Meredith (Beatnik Press, 2021) and Vunimaqo and Me (Kava Bowl Media) by Daren Kamali. The first two were reviewed here by David Eggleton. One ANZL contributor urges everyone to ‘see Kamali perform livehe’s mesmerising.’ A special mention for Cold Hub Press of Lyttelton, champions of neglected authors, who published Rejoice Instead: Collected Poems by the late Peter Hooper, an environmentalist and avid  tramper.

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Aside from The Mirror Book, nonfiction was a crowded category for ANZL contributors, with enthusiastic endorsements for Vincent O’Malley’s Voices from the New Zealand Wars / He Reo nō ngā Pakanga o Aotearoa (BWB 2021): it ‘goes deep into the historical sources and reveals how the Māori-Pakeha conflicts of the 1840s–70s continue to shape us.’

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Two essay collections made multiple lists: John Summers’ The Commercial Hotel (VUP 2021) with its tales of ‘a small-town, twentieth century New Zealand rapidly receding in the rear vision mirror’; and the vivid, lyrical Small Bodies of Water (Allen & Unwin / Canongate 2021) by Nina Mingya Powles, exploring diasporic homes and identities via swimming, eating and travelling.

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Two titles from the Time Out list appeared on our own lists—Missing Persons by Steve Braunias and Lucy Mackintosh’s Shifting Grounds—and we were also impressed with Alexander McKinnon’s Come Back to Mona Vale (OUP 2021), an ‘intimate and sometimes horrifying history of a disputatious Christchurch dynasty’.

One anthology featured on our year’s-best list: A Clear Dawn: New Asian Voices from Aotearoa NZ, edited by Paula Morris and Alison Wong (AUP 2021). This landmark collection of poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction by 75 emerging writersfeaturing work by Angelique Kasmara as well as ANZL members Gregory Kan, Nina Mingya Powles and Chris Tsewas reviewed here by Saradha Koirala.

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Finally, some of our contributors made cases for some ‘overlooked’ books of the year. Ian Wedde lobbied for Bruce Connew’s photographic essay A Vocabulary (Vapour Momenta Books), including written work by Rangihiroa Panoho. ‘The photographs are of headstones and other types of hard memorial texts that are the material ghosts of colonialism and resistance to it in many forms.’ David Eggleton recommended Vaughan Rapatahana’s poetry collection ināianaei/now (Cyberwit), with its ‘playfight between te reo Māori and demotic Kiwi English in the backyard that sometimes turns into a serious scrap.’

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Josie Shapiro’s choice was first novel The Disinvent Movement by Susanna Gendall (VUP), with its ‘gorgeous prose, philosophical meanderings and a darkly funny underground protest movement.’ Angelique Kasmara also picked a first book, Ten Acceptable Acts of Arson and other very short stories by Jack Remiel Cottrell (Canterbury UP), reviewed here by Victor Rodger: ‘a volume this pithy, inventive, and funny should at least be shallow,’ says Kasmara, but Cottrell ‘dives deep, coming up with dark insights and genuinely poignant moments.’

 

                                                            

   

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Time Out Books’ NZ Bestsellers

For the week ending 19 December 2021

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1. Bug Week by Airini Beautrais (VUP)

A return to the charts for this year’s winner of the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fictionworth $57,000at the Ockham NZ Book Awards. Steve Braunias calls it ‘a sharp, funny, tender, shocking and precise collection of short stories which delve in and out of sexual politics in New Zealand.’

 

 

2. Nothing to See by Pip Adam (VUP)

Adam’s follow-up to the New Animals, which won the Acorn Foundation Prize for Fiction at the 2018 Ockham New Zealand Book Awards, explores ‘overlooked and unglamorous work, the work that is in danger of being automated, rendered post-human sorting clothes in warehouses, working in call centres, even moderating comments on websites.’ Philip Matthews notes the ‘slightly satirical political edge and a leaning towards the fantastic and the playful’: read his full review.

 

3. Auē by Becky Manawatu (Mākaro Press)

A return to the charts for last year’s winner of the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction at the Ockham NZ Book Awards. Auē was one of the bestselling NZ books nationally in 2020 and continues to lure new readers. Rights were sold to the US, UK and Australia this June.

 

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4. She’s a Killer by Kirsten McDougall (VUP)

McDougall’s third novel is a smart dystopian black comedy set in a New Zealand where water is an expensive commodity, restaurants have armed guards, and ‘wealthugees’, fleeing the impact of climate change overseas, swarm in to buy up land. Protagonist Alice is brainy and odd, with an imaginary friend and a dull job in university admin: she communicates with her mother via Morse Code. A new arrival sucks her into a scheme to save the planet, in which a slacker has to become a radical.

 

5. Isobar Precinct by Angelique Kasmara (Cuba Press)

This ‘stylish, sparkling’ debut novel is set largely on Auckland’s K Road where ‘disturbing deaths among the homeless and street workers of the neighbourhood, and rumours about a powerful new street drug with unusual side effects’ has tattooist Lestari rattled. There’s a ‘speculative edge to the novel’s visceral realism’including drug-induced time traveland Kasmara’s narrative voice ‘is cool, assured and always pitch perfect.’ Read Tom Moody’s full review here.

 

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 1. Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland by Lucy Mackintosh (BWB)

Another week at number one for this lauded exploration of the cultural histories of three of Auckland’s most iconic landscapes: Pukekawa (the Domain), Maungakiekie (One Tree Hill) and the Ōtuataua Stonefields at Ihumātao. With superb illustrations, maps, visual art and photography, this is the story of ‘a city that has overlooked and erased much of its history,’ from the early Polynesian migrations through Wesleyan mission stations and Chinese market gardens to the olive groves in Cornwall Park.
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2. Aroha by Hinemoa Elder (Penguin)

More than a year after publication, this compendium of ‘Māori wisdom for a contented life lived in harmony with our planet’ continues to strike a chord. Psychiatrist Elder (Te Aupōuri, Ngāti Kurī, Te Rarawa, Ngāpuhi) gathers one-a-week whakatauki (proverbs) to discuss happiness, leadership and care for ourselves, our communities and the natural world.

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3. Things I Learned at Art School by Megan Dunn (Penguin)

A ‘rich, rewarding, funny and poignant memoir written as a series of essays beginning from early childhood and ending in the ICU ward with her mother in 2019.’ Via Gen-X pop-cultural icons and moments, we move through Dunn’s misadventures in art school, her obsession with mermaids and bar-tending at a massage parlour. Read Sally Blundell’s full review here.


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4. Small Bodies of Water by Nina Mingya Powles (Canongate/Allen & Unwin)

Powles was a poetry finalist in this year’s Ockham New Zealand Book Awards for her superb collection Magnolia木蘭, reviewed here by Saradha Koirala. Her work was also featured in the anthology A Clear Dawn: New Asian Voices from Aotearoa NZ (AUP). This essay collection explores losing languages and re-visiting notions of home, migration and memoriesfrom learning to swim as a child in Borneo to eating Tip Top ice cream in Wellington to looking for the haunted places of Shanghai.

 

5. Conservātiō: in the company of bees by Anne Noble (Massey University Press)

Noble is one of New Zealand’s most acclaimed photographers, and for the past decade her work has focused on bees. This book of essays, interviews and picturesedited by Zara Stanhope and designed by Anna Brownreveals Noble’s experiments and collaborations, including an installation in a former Cistercian monastery in France. Look inside this unique and beautiful work here.

 

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ANZL Round Table: Literary Legacies

 

A discussion on the strange world of the biographies, letters and memoirs of New Zealand writers, with Rachael King, Paula Morris, Sarah Shieff—editor of the letters of Frank Sargeson and Denis Glover—and Philip Temple, biographer of Maurice Shadbolt.

 

                             

              Rachael King………………….Paula Morris……………………Philip Temple………………..Sarah Shieff

 


 

Paula: This has been a big year for New Zealand writers’ memoirs (Patricia Grace, Charlotte Grimshaw, C.K. Stead). In the Ockhams era of our national book awards, four of the six winners of the General Nonfiction category have been life stories: memoirs by Witi Ihimaera, Diana Wichtel and Shayne Carter, and essays by Ashleigh Young. This year the winner was Vincent O’Sullivan’s ‘biographical portrait’ of artist Ralph Hotere. Are the lives of artists and writers in NZ having a moment? 

Philip: Memoirs and essaysthe personal ‘me’ storiesare in, but literary biographies have not been attracting anything like the same interest over the past few years. Vince’s biography of Ralph is of a leading artist who wrote nothing about himself, and Vince’s power and skill produced a work of distinction and wide interest. The other people you mention are still alive and kicking,  so perhaps the attraction there for readers is of learning of their life and work in the moment.  

Paula: Why do you think there’s less interest in biographies? Is it because we lose touch so quickly with writers who were considered important in NZ lit say, thirty years ago?

Sarah: I’m not sure if there’s less interest in biography, necessarily:  the shelves of my local bookshop are crammed with biographies of New Zealanders in popular culture, the media, sport, the armed services, politics.  As Philip says, though, it could be that at least some of the space previously occupied by literary biography is now taken up by the memoir.  Last year’s GNF category had some stunnersthe second volume of  C.K. Stead’s memoir; Alison Jones’s This Pākehā Life and Madison Hamill’s Specimen, a marvellous collection of personal essays that won the E.H. McCormick Best First Book award. 

 

 

                                             

 

But memoir isn’t taking up all the available space: just off the top of my head, there’s Philip’s work on Maurice Shadbolt, Margot Schwass’s Greville Texidor biography, and Redmer Yska’s Katherine Mansfield’s Wellington which sheds fresh light on a familiar biographical subject. We’ve also got biographies of Charles Brasch and Ruth Dallas to look forward to. 

Philip:  Yes, biography in its different forms and different subject matter will always be on the shelves, and be of varying levels of quality and interest. I’ve always thought that there were three ‘stages of truth’ if you like. First, memoir, which is essentially what the author wants to tell you about the myth or developed story about themselves. Readers are being let into the secrets and lies and find connections with their own. 

Secondly, there’s autobiography which is at least expected to have a full life form and whose facts and figures resemble something close to the truth but which is still not entirely trustworthy. Finally, there is the biography which, at its best, tells a fully researched, balanced and objective story of a subject’s life and, ideally, within the social/political/cultural fabric of their times. Sarah’s work on collected letters is even more objective, and valuable in that it allows a reader to come to their own conclusions without the judgment of the biographical author.

An anecdote about memoir and biography: once when I returned from London, after research for my Shadbolt biography, a customs guy at Auckland airport asked me what I did for a living. I told him, and waited for the usual rejoinder about what I really did for work, but instead he asked what I was currently writing about. When I told him, he said, ‘Well, I think Maurice Shadbolt’s One of Ben’s [memoir] is the best New Zealand book ever written.’ I was so taken aback I had nothing to say because, of course, I was discovering that much of it was fiction.

Rachael: I confess that I am not a biography reader. I don’t generally read thick tomes of history either. There, I’ve said it. My father would be so disappointed in me. However, I am attracted to memoir and personal essays. I’m less interested in the facts of a person’s life than what they are thinking and observing about it, and the world around them. I used to read exclusively fiction, so perhaps it is the tools of fiction employed in non-fiction that I appreciate, that feeling of falling into a world that the author has created. 

When I read Charlotte Grimshaw’s The Mirror Book, it didn’t really matter to me as a reader whether what she was writing was the objective ‘truth’I was fascinated by her internal story, of working it out for herself. Of course she also wrote great narrative and dramatic set pieces. The way she circled family myths and kept coming back to them again and again, and repeated family mantras, was so interesting, and almost hypnotic.  I’m not sure reading the same story in a biography about her in years to come would be as interesting.  

 

                                               

 

Paula: One exception to the memoir preceding the biography is Maurice Gee. His book Memory Pieces was published in 2018, three years after Rachel Barrowman’s Maurice Gee: Life and Work came out. (The biography was a finalist in the 2016 Ockham NZ Book Awards, and the memoir was a finalist in 2019.) I suppose that’s what happens when a biographical subject is still alive: they can still get a final word!

Gee’s memoir is in three parts: the first and longest about his parents, Lyndahl and Len, and the third about his wife Margareta from birth in wartime Sweden to meeting him in Wellington in the 60s. The second section, ‘Blind Road’, about his coming of age in West Auckland got most of the publicity at the time. He chose to omit almost everything about his relationship with Hera Smith (and its dissolution), saying there was no need to repeat what Barrowman had explored in the biography. At the beginning of the book Gee writes: ‘In writing these pieces I’ve relied on memory, mine and other people’s, rather than research. Where the two conflict I’ve usually gone with memory.’

Barrowman’s biography is superb, but I agree with Rachael: the book I enjoyed more, and return to more, is Memory Pieces.

Philip:  The Grimshaw book  is a superb example of the secrets and lies memoir as it bounces off what Stead had to say in his second memoirwhat was really going on, who is telling the truth? Both are excellent writers, of course, and public figures and that makes it all the more engaging. Having reviewed both for Landfall, I came to the conclusion re the Grimshaw that, ‘In the end, Grimshaw’s story will be different to that of any other Stead family member and what matters is whether, to an outsider, her story is authentic. It is.’ 

But a chastening reminder about the importance or otherwise of literary memoir came when I sent it to a close, well-read relative whom I thought would gain something from reading about fraught parent/child relationships and she came back and said, ‘Yeah, it was interesting butwho gives a shit?’  Meaning, I guess, that she saw this as a storm inside a literary bubble.

Barrowman’s biography of Maurice Gee is extremely thorough but constrained by what he could not or would not speak of. That’s fair enough when the subject and close relatives are still around and also tangentially reflects on the issue of whether or not Grimshaw should have spilled the oil on Mum and Dad while they are still alive. I tend to think that while literary memoir can be stimulating and thought-provoking, coming up with the full, balanced story will really depend on some future biographer untangling the threads of thrust and counter thrust when they are all gone. Finding authenticity is a key role of a biographer, I think. As well as analysing the writer’s actual work which we seem to have lost sight of.

Sarah:  One of the challenges of editing writers’ letters is presenting ‘the full balanced story’.  This involves crafting a strong biographical arc, giving enough space to important friendships and enmities, and not air-brushing.  The latter can be a problem. It’s not hard showing a person at their bestbut what about at their cruellest? Or spreading gossip that might hurt living relations? My own test is that if I can alert a living relation to a piece of nastiness, then I must.  Ancient animus rarely comes as a surprise to family members.  Very occasionally I come across something that I couldn’t or wouldn’t raise with familysome bits of gossip remain radioactive for generations. Those are clear cuts.

Denis Glover’s biographer Gordon Ogilvie had the goal of a full, balanced story in mind when he wrote to Allen Curnow to ask for anecdotes, photographs, and personal ‘warts and all’ reflections. Curnow was dubious. ‘I know, ‘warts and all’ sounds so brave and right-mindedany fool can spot warts, but ‘and all’ is a job for Socrates, not Mr Pecksniff, isn’t it?’

I’d be interested in hearing from Paula about her approach to her subject in Shining Land: Looking for Robin Hyde.

 

 

Paula: Shining Land was a personal essayor two, because it was a collaboration with Haru Sameshima, and his photography is its own meditation on Robin Hyde’s life rather than an illustration of mine. We both drew on Hyde’s autobiographical writing and the massive biography written by her son, the late Derek Challis, building on initial work by Gloria Rawlinson. That bookThe Book of Iris: A Life of Robin Hyde (AUP 2002)was ‘warts and all’, I suppose, in that it gave a clear and detailed account of Hyde’s periods of depression and hospitalisation, for example. 

 

 

But a biography published more than sixty years after the subject’s death has limited access to her peers. The fathers of her two sons were dead by the time the biography was written, so could not be interviewed, and although Hyde’s closest friend, Gwen Mitcalfe, was interviewed, she could or would not share the many letters she’d received. (Derek thought that Gwen burned them.) Most of Hyde’s literary circle were long dead, as well: Frank Sargeson, Denis Glover, D’Arcy Cresswell, Charles Brasch. And, as you know, Sarah, from editing the letters of Sargeson and Glover, letters between writers dry up when they end up in the same city.

In Shining Land we were exploring Hyde’s life through the prism of placethe family home in Wellington, the ‘Grey Lodge’ on the grounds of the old Avondale Mental Hospital (which we managed to infiltrate), Whangaroa Harbour where she worked on edits to The Godwits Fly, Queen Mary Hospital in Hanmer Springs, the thermal baths in Rotorua, the old Wanganui Chronicle building. We were interested in ghosts, I suppose, and the atmosphere of time and place; sometimes we were imagining rather than chronicling.

This doesn’t mean I didn’t get obsessed with facts and dates, particularly military records. Almost every man in her life fought in the Boer War or World War I (or both).

Philip:  Yes, Sarah, the ‘full balanced story’ and making choices, selections. Whether a memoirist (when I mis-typed this, it came up with the option of ‘terrorist’!) or biographer, one is always making judgement calls. I have found with both my Wakefield biography and the Shadbolt, after reaching a critical mass with research and interviews that, while the overall story and the main characters were evident, what and how one chose to tell it was an unfolding process, letting the developing story and the character’s voices (in the form of quotes from letters, diaries or interview statements) lead the way, rather in the way a novel does. This led to constant surprises when bringing together archival information, printed evidence and what the characters were telling me. I have always borne in mind the tenets of accuracy, balance and fairness and I attempt  to remain dispassionate.  For me, this means avoiding the pressures of  current social or cultural memes and expectations and trying to place the subjects within the context of their times. 

With regard to being fair and sensitive to those once close to the subject but still alive, I think that one’s antennae have to be flickering at all times but also one must keep the bullshit detector on. Did that really happen? Did they really say that? How could that be? Here it always helps to have more than one piece of evidence to arrive at what seems authentic, another watchword of mine. At a guess, for the Shadbolt, only about 10% of all I had gathered was used so that the other 90% helped as compost for authenticity (sorryI’ve been doing quite a bit of gardening lately). This also means, of course, that I know so much more about people than I couldn’t possibly use, or even bother referring to them. It helped that the Shadbolt family was supportive (and a helpful QC  who looked over the manuscript).

 

                                      

 

Paula: Philip, what do you think Shadbolt would make of your two volumes of biography? Sarah, what would Sargeson and Glover have to say about your letter selections?

Philip:  A curly one. I think he might be pleased that someone had actually written them, despite the author’s (and many of his peers’) reservations, and would deny or justify much of what I had written about his personal relationships. He might be happy that his lifelong depression and late dementia had been written about with some understanding. Whatever he might think, I’m reassured by a number of those who knew him who tell me that this was the man they knew.

I think he would be glad someone had taken the trouble to look at how his books had come to be written and to critique them objectively. But then the justification for any literary biography is that the subject author produced a body of work that was well-regarded or influential at the time it appeared; and that some of it is of lasting worth, not necessarily the same thing. For example, Shadbolt’s novel Season of the Jew is most often touted as his most enduring work but I think that is because he was the first to tackle the NZ Wars with clear sympathy for the Māori protagonists. But, in my opinion, the second of the trilogy, Monday’s Warriors, was much more successful and gives Titokowaru his full due when his often successful attempts to thwart settlers is obscured by the overwhelming radiance of Te Whiti Rongomai as martyr.

 

                                                             

 

Maurice might also have been pleased that I examined his books within the context, not only of his own life and experience, but also of his times. He has been dismissed as ‘just a journalist’ who wrote some popular novels; but this judgement will have been partly sparked by envy of his often spectacular sales. Journalism, and early film-making, gave him a nose for what was current and what people wanted to read about. And his wide-ranging journalism and research for his successful non-fiction books fed directly into his historical fiction, none more so than the vastly under-rated The Lovelock Version. So, overall, I think, I hope, he would approve.

Sarah: It’s a bit less of a curly one for Sargeson and Glover. They were both aware that their letters would eventually find their way to publication, so they were very careful about preserving their correspondence.  This rather cuts against the grain of the myths about both their lifestyles. Some of Sargeson’s letters were probably lost to the mice and damp in the old bach at 14 Esmonde Rdunfortunately, some letters from Glover from the 1930s and early 40s seem to have succumbed. In Glover’s case, it’s easy to assume that his alcoholism may have led to disarray in his papers, but he was a meticulous keeper of his own and other people’s letters.  They both made sure that their letters were properly archived in public collections.

Despite the archival impulse, Glover in particular was ambivalent about the person who might finally get the job of working on his letters. He had a horror of what he called ‘the pimply scratcher after a PhD’.  Lauris Edmond had offered to do it, and he’d looked forward to working with her.  He said as much to the Turnbull chief Jim Traue in the process of arranging yet another funded deposit of his papers, in November 1979. ‘We shall have many agreeable discussions. If the project is worth doing; though I think my letters better than most things I essay, because I can aim at an audience of one at a time.…The grin would fade from my skull if some PhD head-hunter raked over my bones.  It would be a grace-stroke if you felt like coughing up for what you already have. Not that I am out of ammunition, but I descry the fighting-top of OHMS Inland Revenue just lifting the horizon.’  That letter didn’t make the final cutit’s a fairly ordinary business letter, and he talks about posterity elsewhere.  But it’s warm and livelyand shows how hard it can be, making editorial decisions. In fact, Lauris wasn’t able to work on Glover’s letters: she was still tied up with the Fairburn letters. And I believe Michael had hoped to work on Sargeson’s letters, but the Frame biography supervened.  

It’s impossible to know what they might have made of my editions. I think they’d have been pleased with the look and feel of the books: they’re both handsome, beautifully produced volumes, which is down to the vision of their publishers, Harriet Allen and Rachel Scott. In terms of the contentwho knows. They’re selected editions rather than complete, which may have disappointed them, but they were both consummate professionals, and would have understood the advantages, for readers, of a single volume. They might have hoped for fewer notes, or more noteswho knows. My goal was to keep out of the way as much as possible as an editor, and to keep the focus where it belongs, which is on their own writing. 

 

      

 

Philip:  This prompts me to think more closely about what Shadbolt thought or intended. I have no evidence that he had any clear views about their fate, except to put them in the Turnbull but then he might have been more interested in the payment for them, at the time, than what would happen with them. Over the last six years of his life he was not in a fit mental state to make any decisions. His eldest son, Sean and youngest daughter, Brigid, were/are his literary executors but it was left to Sean to sort through the chaos of his studio long after he had left it. Sean did not pick and choose but filed letters and documents as best he could and sent them to the Turnbull. Even he did not look into the exercise books that contained Maurice’s hand-written journals, so that I became the first to read all 900 pages.  (Here I have to praise the wonders of modern technology. Living in Dunedin, I could only afford a limited number of extended trips to Wellington so spent tediousbut productivetimes copying them all with the iPhone camera and transferring them to my laptop. Masses of letters that way, too). 

Probably Maurice thought enough of the value of his work that his letters should be preserved for posterity. Most authors do, I think, though some select and burn. He had written two memoirs, not so much to betray the secrets of the dead and living, but to tell the story of his life as he wanted readers to know it, and half is myth and fiction. I feel that is what any reader of memoir should bear in mind: this is the writer in his/her own image. What should we believe? What conclusions should we draw? And Sarah, do you know if either Sargeson or Glover destroyed certain letters?

Sarah: All we’ve got to go on is what the writers say they’ve done with letters, and even that isn’t necessarily reliable. Early in the research for the Sargeson it became obvious that letters to Bill Pearson would be very important: Sargeson had fallen in love with Bill, but Bill couldn’t reciprocate, and returned all Frank’s letters, leaving it to him to decide what to do with them. Imagine my dismay when I came across a letter from Frank to Bill saying that he’d destroyed those letters, and his own carbon copies. I subsequently unearthed over sixty letters from Frank to Bill, larded through both their papers in the Turnbull. All one can do is shrug and be grateful. Pearson’s biographer Paul Millar thinks that Sargeson destroyed no more than five letters.  

As far as it’s possible to tell, Glover was a very good keeper of letters. There seemed to be no significant gaps in his own archivealthough not all his correspondents were as careful. His letters to Bob Lowry don’t appear to have survived, which was a major disappointment: they’d have had much to say to each other about printing and typography. And I wasn’t able to track down his letters to his good friendand later sworn enemyDennis Donovan, who had in effect sacked Glover from the Caxton Press at the end of 1951. There’s a tantalizing trace of those letters: Glover told his biographer John Thomson that he’d had a lot of ‘very private’ letters from Donovan which he had destroyed, and told Donovan he had done so. But ‘Master Steerpike’ had apparently preserved all of Glover’s. I hunted high and low. Maybe they’ll come to light one day.  

I think it’s more usual for good keepers to place letters under a long embargo rather than destroy thembut who knows what’s been lost, either deliberately or accidentally. Absence of evidence is often just that.  

 

 

Paula: I asked Adam Dudding about writing My Father’s Island, his memoir of growing up with writer and literary editor Robin Dudding. (It won best first book/nonfiction in the 2018 Ockham NZ Book Awards.) He said he couldn’t have written it while Robin was still alive: 

He was very private, and quite shy in his way, and wouldn’t have appreciated his tragedies and triumphs being made public in this way. It’s something I agonised about a little, but in the end I gave myself permission: partly because I think he’d have been quite happy to see me write a book (though obviously not this book); partly because he was actually very proud of his literary achievements even though he struggled to enjoy them as much as he might have, which meant it felt like a good thing to stand up and talk about those parts of his life; and partly because betraying the secrets of the dead (and the living) is a time-honoured tradition within memoir and in fiction, and was, of course, practised by many of the people Dad published in his time. And yeah, I know this third reason feels rather slippery and excessively self-forgiving, but it’s still true.

Betraying the secrets of the dead and living: is that part of what Karl Stead and Charlotte Grimshaw are doing in their memoirs? (Karl published the third volume of his this year.) I don’t think Patricia Grace’s memoir, From the Centre, does this, but she’s a different kind of writer, and person, perhaps.

 

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Rachael: I was interested in what Charlotte says in her memoir about getting the creeping sense that as she and Karl are exchanging emails, he is steering the conversation with one eye on the archives, perhaps a finely-honed manipulation of their correspondence to present himself in a favourable light to anyone who comes across them later.  Dad was very good at keeping lettershe often photocopied them and put them in several different folders, and he had a whole box called ‘writers’ letters’ which no doubt holds some gems. He also printed off most of his emails to and from anyone important and filed them in ringbinders ordered by date. He used his correspondence in lieu of keeping a journal I think. 

I do worry for my generation and what future literary archives will look like. We tend to communicate increasingly in text messages, tweets, Facebook threads and What’s App groups. Short, sharp messages more akin to verbal conversation than correspondence, and all that will be lost. It is very convenient, for example, that Dad’s archives hold not only all the letters to various authors sent through various publications on the letters pages, such as in the Listener or Metro, but also all the letters sent privately at the same time which are more personal, less precise, which show a different version of what was playing out in public. We (my peers and I)  don’t really have that sort of material, unless it’s recorded by a third party. Steve Braunias enjoys reporting on literary feuds and maybe it’s just as well or they get forgotten.

Your comment, Sarah, about Denis Glover and his fear of ‘the pimply scratcher after a PhD’ reminds me of the time I asked Dad who he would like to write his biography and he said ‘nobodyI don’t want someone poking about in my business’ and yet he left his papers in the order he probably wished many of his subjects would leave theirsvery neat and methodical. I know that he left a lot out though. (And speaking of finding things in letters that are unflattering, he said something quite mean about me in a letter to my grandfather when I was about 21 and I always planned to excise it from the archives but I think I forgot.)

Paula: I must write a list of people who are banned from writing my biography or attending my funeral. After The Mirror Book came out, by the way, my sister made me promise not to write a memoir. 

 

                                               

 

Patricia Grace’s memoir is so different from the various volumes of Karl Stead’s, though she also presents it as ‘a writer’s life’. On reviews for her novel Potiki, she writes:

Potiki had a mixed reception. When I first began writing, I knew I wanted to write about the ordinary lives of ordinary people who were Māori, who I knew hadn’t been written about before in fictionor who were only beginning to be written about. So a sentence in one mostly positive review which ended with a statement that I could write a ‘truly New Zealand’ book one day was puzzling. Others called it a ‘political’ novel, a description I didn’t understand at the timewritten to ‘incite racial hatred and create social disharmony’, according to an irate parent whose child had been given the book to read as part of his school programme. Another of his complaints was that it didn’t use proper language. [From the Centre pp. 193–194]

By contrast, Karl quotes a number of favourable reviews of his books, especially by non-New Zealand reviewers. I wonder if both writers feel bitten, in some way, by some of the  local reception of their work, but address it in different ways.

Philip:  On authors ‘feeling bitten’ by critical reviews and taking an opportunity to ‘set the record straight’, ain’t that the truth?  I reviewed CK Stead’s first two memoirs for the Landfall Review Online but gave up on the third because I felt his need to continually ‘set the record straight’, because he really knew best, became tiresome and also counter-productive as one began to suspect, as with every memoir writer, that, yeah, only half the truth has made it through here. In that respect, Charlotte’s did us a service but then, hang on, which bits are missing there, too?  All good for gossip though , eh?

Rachael: Just as an aside, it seems to have become very unfashionable for writers these days to bite back at negative reviews of their work. You used to see letters to the editor all the time from disgruntled writers complaining that reviewers had got it wrong, or had some grudge against them. Now I think it’s seen as a bit unseemly, and indeed, when the reviews are ignored, they do tend to just fade away, whereas as soon as you point out a negative review online, everyone races to read it. 

Philip: One area we have not explored with literary biography is the relationship between the life and the work, or do we take for granted that the two are always interlinked? I think with Maurice Shadbolt, where his life was too close to the work, both in time and detail, the result was often bad, such as in  A Touch of Clay. Greater distance to felt experience could prove successful, as in Among the Cinders, where he drew on his childhood relationship with his grandfather, and the Te Kuiti environment. Or in the much-anthologised short story ‘After the Depression’ where he vividly expressed the plight of his father’s generation, desperate to find work and achieve social justice. Maurice’s increasing preoccupation with family and ancestors created the characters for The Lovelock Version and was also the foundation for his first memoir One of Ben’s.

 

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The question of the life versus the work has been raised again for me as I read Colm Toibin’s novel The Magician. The facts and events of Thomas Mann’s life, family and relationships seem pretty accurate and are likely to be, given the list of secondary sources at the end of the book. He also, for example, details the circumstances and Mann’s experiences in Venice that are reflected in his short, and probably most enduring novel, Death in Venice.  

 

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Fictionalising a life allows greater choice for what is included, as well as for constructing dialogue and deciding on narrative structure. It also allows for an imaginative depiction of contemporary life and times, which is where I don’t think Toibin has succeeded (so far) in his latest. (With my novel about the sculptor Herman Blumenthal and his writer wife Maria, I Am Always With You, I walked the ground, so to speak, to the extent that it was seen there as a successful evocation of 1930s Berlin).

 

                 

 

Paula: I’d go for Buddenbrooks as the Mann novel of choice, but that’s another discussion. Robin Hyde’s The Godwits Fly is very much a roman à clef, as we know from the autobiographical writing she left. Many fiction writers, here and elsewhere, poach from their own lives. In her review of Grimshaw’s The Mirror Book, Rachael has identified connections between the memoir, the novel Mazarine and the short story ‘The Black Monk’. 

Thanks very much to you all for participating in this round table on literary legacies. 

 

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This round table took place in late November and early December 2021, with Paula Morris and Sarah Shieff in Auckland, Rachael King in Christchurch and Philip Temple in Dunedin.

 

 

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Time Out Books’ NZ Bestsellers

For the week ending 12 December 2021

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FICTION

 

 1. Isobar Precinct by Angelique Kasmara (Cuba Press)

This ‘stylish, sparkling’ debut novel soars into #1 after a launch at the Parisian Tie Factory, attended by lit mavens including Steve Braunias, Tze Ming Mok, Amy McDaid and Ruby Porter. Set largely on Auckland’s K Road where ‘disturbing deaths among the homeless and street workers of the neighbourhood, and rumours about a powerful new street drug with unusual side effects’ has tattooist Lestari rattled. There’s a ‘speculative edge to the novel’s visceral realism’including drug-induced time traveland Kasmara’s narrative voice ‘is cool, assured and always pitch perfect.’ Read Tom Moody’s full review here.

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 2. She’s a Killer by Kirsten McDougall (VUP)

McDougall’s third novel is a smart dystopian black comedy set in a New Zealand where water is an expensive commodity, restaurants have armed guards, and ‘wealthugees’, fleeing the impact of climate change overseas, swarm in to buy up land. Protagonist Alice is brainy and odd, with an imaginary friend and a dull job in university admin: she communicates with her mother via Morse Code. A new arrival sucks her into a scheme to save the planet, in which a slacker has to become a radical.

 

3. Bug Week by Airini Beautrais (VUP)

A return to the charts for this year’s winner of the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fictionworth $57,000at the Ockham NZ Book Awards. Steve Braunias calls it ‘a sharp, funny, tender, shocking and precise collection of short stories which delve in and out of sexual politics in New Zealand.’

 

 

4. Auē by Becky Manawatu (Mākaro Press)

A return to the charts for last year’s winner of the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction at the Ockham NZ Book Awards. Auē was one of the bestselling NZ books nationally in 2020 and continues to lure new readers. Rights were sold to the US, UK and Australia this June.

 

 

5. Entanglement by Bryan Walpert (Mākaro Press)

Walpert is best known as a poet: earlier this year Otago University Press published his collection Brass Band to Follow. (Read Sophie van Waardenberg’s review here.) He’s also the author of short fiction and a novella. This first novel reveals ambition and accomplishment, with three storiesset in the US, Australia and New Zealandthat may be linked by love and tragedy. As one character suggests, are we all time travellers?

 

 

 

NONFICTION

 

 1. Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland by Lucy Mackintosh (BWB)

Mackintosh, a curator at Auckland Museum, explores the cultural histories of three of Auckland’s most iconic landscapes: Pukekawa (the Domain), Maungakiekie (One Tree Hill) and the Ōtuataua Stonefields at Ihumātao. With superb illustrations, maps, visual art and photography, this is the story of ‘a city that has overlooked and erased much of its history,’ from the early Polynesian migrations through Wesleyan mission stations and Chinese market gardens to the olive groves in Cornwall Park.

 

2. Too Much Money by Max Rashbrooke (BWB)

A clear and persuasiveif depressingaccount of wealth, poverty and privilege in New Zealand and our increasing social inequity. Journalist and academic Rashbrooke has written on this topic before, but this is essential reading. No surprise that it’s on the Prime Minister’s ‘Summer Reading List’.

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3. Aroha by Hinemoa Elder (Penguin)

More than a year after publication, this compendium of ‘Māori wisdom for a contented life lived in harmony with our planet’ continues to strike a chord. Psychiatrist Elder (Te Aupōuri, Ngāti Kurī, Te Rarawa, Ngāpuhi) gathers one-a-week whakatauki (proverbs) to discuss happiness, leadership and care for ourselves, our communities and the natural world.

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4. The Forager’s Treasury by Johanna Knox (Allen & Unwin)

The ‘essential guide to finding and using wild plants in Aotearoa’ suggests places rural and urban to discover edible greens and includes recipes for meals, medicines, skincare and perfumes. Knox describes herself as a ‘food activist’ keen to show ways to save money and sustain our natural world. Kawakawa is #1 on her list.

 

5. The Mirror Book by Charlotte Grimshaw (Vintage/PRH)

A ‘fascinating portrait of not only a family, but the writing process. How we magpie material (go and make a story out of it) and what we build from it and at whose expense? And where the line between fact and fiction is drawn: “I’d been inventing and writing stories since I was a child. When I decided to try something different, to write a true account of my life, I ran into a wall of fiction.” Read Rachael King’s full review here.

 

 

 

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Time Out Books’ NZ Bestsellers

For the week ending 5 December 2021

 

FICTION

 

 1. She’s a Killer by Kirsten McDougall (VUP)

McDougall’s third novel is a smart dystopian black comedy set in a New Zealand where water is an expensive commodity, restaurants have armed guards, and ‘wealthugees’, fleeing the impact of climate change overseas, swarm in to buy up land. Protagonist Alice is brainy and odd, with an imaginary friend and a dull job in university admin: she communicates with her mother via Morse Code. A new arrival sucks her into a scheme to save the planet, in which a slacker has to become a radical.

 

2. Huia Short Stories 14 (Huia)

This anthology celebrates the best short fiction from the 2021 Pikihuia Awards, run by the Māori Literature Trust/Te Waka Taki Kōrero. The awards are for first-time and emerging writers, in te reo and in English: this year’s judges were Emma Espiner, Carol Hirschfeld, Vincent Olsen-Reeder and Maiki Sherman. Including stories by Emma Hislop, Shelley Burne-Field and Zeb Tamihana Hicklin.

 

 3. Isobar Precinct by Angelique Kasmara (Cuba Press)

Moving up from number five last week, this ‘stylish, sparkling’ debut novel is set among the denizens of Auckland’s K Road beset by ‘disturbing deaths among the homeless and street workers of the neighbourhood, and rumours about a powerful new street drug with unusual side effects.’ There’s a ‘speculative edge to the novel’s visceral realism’including drug-induced time traveland Kasmara’s narrative voice ‘is cool, assured and always pitch perfect.’ Read Tom Moody’s full review here.

 

 4. Loop Tracks by Sue Orr (VUP)

 An ‘an elegant, delicately told, thoughtful story of triumph’ that moves between the late 70swhen schoolgirl Charlie is about to fly to Sydney for an abortionand contemporary lockdown Wellington. Charlie is in her 50s, caring for her ASD grandson and fending off her ‘amoral, unpleasant son’. In Orr’s ‘Orr’s hands the subtleties of familial and blood connections are complex, challenging and inspirational.’ Read Stephanie Johnson’s full review here.
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 5. Please, Call me Jesus by Samuel Te Kani (Dead Bird Books)

A debut collection of erotic stories from a Ngāpuhi writer described as full-time sexpert and part-time generator of critical essays and fiction ranging from innocuous to blasphemous’; he’s also host of video series Sex with Sam and Sam Tries Stuff, and ‘public face for the Ending HIV campaign’. Science fiction and suburbia, werewolves and WINZ: it’s all here.

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NONFICTION

 

 1. Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland by Lucy Mackintosh (BWB)

Mackintosh, a curator at Auckland Museum, explores the cultural histories of three of Auckland’s most iconic landscapes: Pukekawa (the Domain), Maungakiekie (One Tree Hill) and the Ōtuataua Stonefields at Ihumātao. With superb illustrations, maps, visual art and photography, this is the story of ‘a city that has overlooked and erased much of its history,’ from the early Polynesian migrations through Wesleyan mission stations and Chinese market gardens to the olive groves in Cornwall Park.
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2. Aroha by Hinemoa Elder (Penguin)

More than a year after publication, this compendium of ‘Māori wisdom for a contented life lived in harmony with our planet’ continues to strike a chord. Psychiatrist Elder (Te Aupōuri, Ngāti Kurī, Te Rarawa, Ngāpuhi) gathers one-a-week whakatauki (proverbs) to discuss happiness, leadership and care for ourselves, our communities and the natural world.

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3. Too Much Money by Max Rashbrooke (BWB)

A clear and persuasiveif depressingaccount of wealth, poverty and privilege in New Zealand and our increasing social inequity. Journalist and academic Rashbrooke has written on this topic before, but this is essential reading. No surprise that it’s on the Prime Minister’s ‘Summer Reading List’.

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4. How to Take a Breath by Tania Clifton-Smith (Penguin)

More proof that New Zealand post-lockdown is stressed and anxious: physiotherapist Clifton-Smith steps up with advice on correcting your breathing patterns, meditation and mindfulness, and managing pain. Observing your breathing is the first step, she says, ‘takes you towards the relaxation chemicals in your brain.’

 

5. Things I Learned at Art School by Megan Dunn (Penguin)

A ‘rich, rewarding, funny and poignant memoir written as a series of essays beginning from early childhood and ending in the ICU ward with her mother in 2019.’ Via Gen-X pop-cultural icons and moments, we move through Dunn’s misadventures in art school, her obsession with mermaids and bar-tending at a massage parlour. Read Sally Blundell’s full review here.

 

'...we were there as faith-based writers, as believers in the mana of Oceania...' - David Eggleton

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Time Out Books’ NZ Bestsellers

For the week ending 28 November 2021

 

FICTION

 

1. Entanglement by Bryan Walpert (Mākaro Press)

Walpert is best known as a poet: earlier this year Otago University Press published his collection Brass Band to Follow. (Read Sophie van Waardenberg’s review here.) He’s also the author of short fiction and a novella. This first novel reveals ambition and accomplishment, with three storiesset in the US, Australia and New Zealandthat may be linked by love and tragedy. As one character suggests, are we all time travellers?

 

2. Before you knew my name by Jacqueline Bublitz (Allen and Unwin)

A novel of suspense set in New York by a writer who is either from New Plymouth or Melbourne, depending on which country’s media is reporting: this is the story of two women, one of whom is a murdered girland the narrator of the other woman’s New York excursions. Pacy and political, this is an unconventional crime novel.

 

3. The Piano Girls by Elizabeth Smither (Quentin Wilson Publishing)

This collection of 20 elegant, witty stories by the accomplished poet and fiction writer ‘is dense with linked melodies and recurring motifs.’ Each story ‘is composed with the gentle touch and elegance of a seasoned, assured writer.’ Read Josie Shapiro’s full review here.

 

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4. Butcherbird by Cassie Hart (Huia)

Supernatural suspense on Taranaki farmland by a Kai Tāhu author and alum of Te Papa Tupu writing mentorship. Twenty years after her family dies in a mysterious barn fireand her banishmentJena Benedict returns to see her dying grandmother, and to discover the sinister forces plaguing the past and present.

 

5. Isobar Precinct by Angelique Kasmara (Cuba Press)

A ‘stylish, sparkling’ debut novel set among the denizens of Auckland’s K Road beset by ‘disturbing deaths among the homeless and street workers of the neighbourhood, and rumours about a powerful new street drug with unusual side effects.’ There’s a ‘speculative edge to the novel’s visceral realism’including drug-induced time traveland Kasmara’s narrative voice ‘is cool, assured and always pitch perfect.’ Read Tom Moody’s full review here.

 

 

NONFICTION

 

1. Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland by Lucy Mackintosh (BWB)

Mackintosh, a curator at Auckland Museum, explores the cultural histories of three of Auckland’s most iconic landscapes: Pukekawa (the Domain), Maungakiekie (One Tree Hill) and the Ōtuataua Stonefields at Ihumātao. With superb illustrations, maps, visual art and photography, this is the story of ‘a city that has overlooked and erased much of its history,’ from the early Polynesian migrations through Wesleyan mission stations and Chinese market gardens to the olive groves in Cornwall Park.
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2. Too Much Money by Max Rashbrooke (BWB)

A clear and persuasiveif depressingaccount of wealth, poverty and privilege in New Zealand and our increasing social inequity. Journalist and academic Rashbrooke has written on this topic before, but this is essential reading. No surprise that it’s on the Prime Minister’s ‘Summer Reading List’.

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3. Cover Story by Steve Braunias (Oratia)

From the author’s own vast collection of records, a showcase of ‘100 beautiful, strange and frankly incredible NZ LP covers’ at full size, with his insights on our popular culture, changing fashions and musical mavens. The years covered are 1957—87 (when we stopped pressing LPs here); artists include Hello Sailor, the Patea Māori Club, the Yandall Sisters and Mr Lee Grant.

 

4. The Mirror Book by Charlotte Grimshaw (RHNZ Vintage)

A ‘fascinating portrait of not only a family, but the writing process. How we magpie material (go and make a story out of it) and what we build from itand at whose expense? And where the line between fact and fiction is drawn: “I’d been inventing and writing stories since I was a child. When I decided to try something different, to write a true account of my life, I ran into a wall of fiction.” Read Rachael King’s full review here.

 

5. Voices of World War II: New Zealanders Share Their Stories by Renee Hollis (Exisle)

Hollis (who is either from Nelson or Dunedin, depending on which city’s media is reporting) spent two years uncovering mysteries, conducting interviews and reading diaries and hundreds of letters to create this illustrated social history. It’s based around a unique collection of oral histories and personal memories of the war, from land girls to Polish refugees to secret agents ..to the Dam Busters, in New Zealand and the Pacific.

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Fiction Writers’ Round Table 2021

This year’s finalists for the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction are novelist Pip Adam (Nothing to See); short story writer Airini Beautrais (Bug Week): Catherine Chidgey (Remote Sympathy); and Brannavan Gnanalingam (Sprigs). The writers talked via Google doc in April 2021, with questions from Paula Morris

 


 

Paula: Congratulations on your shortlisting for the big prize in fiction. How is this particular book different for you? What are you doing (or trying to do) in this book that moves you somewhere new as a writer?

Catherine: For me, the book marks a return to the same historical period I explored in The Wish Child. Yet it also feels like new and challenging territory. In that earlier novel, the story unfolded in domestic settings and the camps existed only as shadows in the margins. In Remote Sympathy, I step inside the fence, as it were, with Buchenwald forming the backdrop. It felt like a step onto hallowed ground, and I was aware of a real responsibility to represent that particular place and history as accurately as possible

Brannavan: This book is much bigger than anything I’ve written, both in terms of physical size and scope. That took a lot more effort emotionally and intellectually, and hopefully I do the subject matter justice. It was terrifying to writeI’m nervous most of the time when I writebut I knew I could easily get things wrong or contribute nothing to the discourse. So I found myself thinking harder and being more ruthless in the edit than I’ve ever been before.

Pip: Nothing to See is a book that feels to me like it sustains an idea in a bigger time and space frame than my other books. I still feel like I can’t actually write a novel but I’m quite obsessed with the form. I love the puzzle quality of it. I have friends that do Sudoku and crosswords and I think I get the same stimulation out of writing novels. I think I’m a lot more vulnerable in this than my previous writing.

I was raised by ‘tough books’, often written by authors who turned out to be terrible people, and I’ve become really interested in what this meant to the way my imagination was formed. I feel like this book was the beginning of me ‘re-parenting’ my imagination into ways of writing that are willing to approach certain topics, tough topics, in ways that are perhaps less damaging, that show more of my experience and try not to fall into narratives from the mainstream that re-traumatise. Brannavan and I have talked a bit about this. I have been really interested in how you’ve talked about this in relation to Sprigs.

Airini: This book is a different genre for me, as I’ve previously published poetry books. I’ve always tinkered with short fiction, but it took me until 2018 to finish the collection that is now Bug Week. What I was trying to do was figure out how to successfully write a short story. I was also very interested in exploring female experiences from a variety of angles.
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Paula: Is every book a way of figuring out how to successfully write it, even for those of you who have published fiction before?

Catherine: Every time I start a new book, I can’t remember how to do it. A strange amnesia sets in. I think the euphoria of finishing a novel, for me, obliterates the memory of the sheer difficulty of the task, along with the memory of how I came up with solutions to seemingly insurmountable problems.

Often I’ve found myself asking my husband: Did I face these same dead ends with the last one? (Yes, dear.) What did I do then? (Swore a lot and stuck some more Post-Its on the wall.) But every book is different and is trying to tell a story in a different way. Every book requires its own particular manual, even if that’s just an idea of the finished text that you keep in your head throughout the writing process.

Pip: So agree, Catherine!! Last year, someone showed me ‘Of Modern Poetry’ by Wallace Stevens. It has this line in it:

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To construct a new stage. It has to be on that stage
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And I was like, ‘That’s it!’ Like every new idea or scenario or group of people seems to demand something new from the form. I’m in awe of the way Airini does it in Bug Week. It’s like when you do yoga and you inhale then exhale into a new position. Each story demands a new pressure on the language.

I think this reimagining of the form is what I love about the novel. I get excited when I see other people do it. It’s in all these books but also in the high-wire machinery Catherine set in motion in The Beat of the Pendulum. And the way Brannavan sort of winds up the second-person narrative so tight and then lets it go in You Should Have Come Here When You Were Not Here. People often try to proclaim the novel dead but it’s like some amazing Frankenstein’s monster, loved and sewn back into being out of necessity because each new story demands new science.

Catherine: Ah, I love that Wallace Stevens quote, Pip. Must remember it. And thank you for name-checking Pendulum! That felt very risky, form-wise, and in lots of other ways. I love books that push against what fiction is supposed to do and at the same time I’m aware of not wanting to indulge in gimmickry for gimmickry’s sake … ugh, but we can tie ourselves up in knots! In the end you just have to write the thing that is demanding to be written and hope that some other people might enjoy it too.

Brannavan: I agree with all of this! It has to start afresh each time, as well, which is irritating because you think you’ve got it sorted by the time you’ve hit your umpteenth edit of your previous book. For me, form always follows content and I always structure my books around a question I’m trying to answer. It means, for me, the structure of the book lends itself towards answering that questionI know, I know, I’m trained as a lawyer and with the whole idea of a theory of the case structuring an entire period of work.

The thing I find fascinating is how weird all of our books are formally, yet people seem to have responded to them despite (or because) of thatnone of them follow any sort of traditional novel structure. And they’re all so different from your previous work, which seems to confirm Paula’s question. But your books don’t feel self-conscious in terms of structure either, in that there’s a really strong sense of narrative and character.

Catherine: Yes, a question you’re trying to answer, Brannavanthat’s a wonderful description. What is your central question in Sprigs?

Brannavan: My question was: how does the system bury a victim’s / survivor’s voice (and how can they find it, nevertheless)? And from there, it was trying to figure out what the ‘system’ is.

Catherine: So important to start with something specific like that and allow it to inform the ‘bigger’ questions/themes.

Pip: I love this idea so much. I love thinking about that question in regards to Sprigs. And it reminded of, erm, another quote. Bahaha. I have *no* original ideas. China Miéville (via Jordy Rosenberg): ‘Fiction is not so dissimilar to scholarly writing. Both have arguments. But fiction writing isn’t driven by the necessity that the argument of the work be right.’

I love this idea of argument/question being a way into and around a story. And YES! I love what you say, Catherine, about the story that is demanding to be told. I like the way all these ideas kind of subvert the idea of the lone artist in a garret and point toward something about communities and conversations and maybe the way things come to us/me when we’re/I’m *in* the world. I’ve always been interested in that word ‘Zeitgeist’. I don’t think I totally understand what it means but I sort of mis/understand it as a bigger conversation or consciousness.

Catherine: I would translate it as ‘the spirit of the times’i.e. the spirit of a particular era. And there’s also that weird and maddening phenomenon of what feels like a totally original idea coming to you, and then you hear that same week that another book is about to be released that is very similar. Or a movie. Or a Netflix series.
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Paula: I was interviewed recently about the fiction shortlist and asked what it ‘says’ about NZ literature right now. Do you have any thoughts on this?

Brannavan: I’m wary of making grand statements about what the four books might be saying about New Zealand literature, because that runs the risk of excluding books that are doing completely different things but are also firmly ‘New Zealand literature’. It creates the risk of assuming geographical location creates some sort of unified approach or model. I think our four books are quite different, even if they’re all quite political. I found your three books all so assured and confidentif anything, that could be something I see as a commonality across your works and could be expressing something about the state of New Zealand literature, but maybe that confidence isn’t new or unusual, I don’t know.

That said, I know Sprigs was heavily influenced by a bunch of New Zealand writing, such as Pip’s The New Animals, Carl Shuker‘s The Lazy Boys, Tina Makereti’s The Imaginary Lives of James Pōneke, for example. I think there are also some thematic similarities (e.g. damaged people dealing with trauma) in mine to other recent books like Nothing to See or David Coventry’s Dance Prone, even though we all wrote our books independently. Ultimately, I’d like to think my book is part of wider conversations we’re having within our various literatures and have been having for a while.

Catherine: Perhaps it’s folly to draw conclusions from a sample of four. I will say that when I think of the fiction published here in the last year, though, I’m excited at the range of our voicesthe creative risks we are taking, the difficult, funny, provocative stories we are telling. I see that in my students, toothe desire to take their writing to sometimes uncomfortable places in order to produce work that matters.

Pip: I agree with what Brannavan and Catherine said. I feel like NZ literature is such a vast and varied thing. And I want to echo Catherine’s thoughts about how excited I feel at the moment about all the writing that is happening in so many different ways and forms. I feel really excited about the spaces people are making and the connections we are building between and through those spaces.

I know there are still folk and stories missing. I think it’s always important to ask of any room I’m in ‘who’s not here?’ It makes me sad and angry and want to try harder when I think about this, and I do have hope that through work to create and strengthen our communities we’re also building the skills to support and make space for new voices and forms.

Airini: I think it’s important to remember this is an award judged by a panel of humans and there are going to be processes to follow. There’s no such thing as an objectively judged award. It’s a little like how every year poets get excited or upset about Best New Zealand Poems. Someone got asked to pick 25 personal favourites and they did. There will always be lots missing.

I think choosing the award judges is important and working on a panel by consensus is important. In a small country it’s easy to feel a sense of responsibility or owing people favoursor the opposite. People do hold grudges. The NZ Book Awards doesn’t look like the way it did in the 1980s but does it look like an accurate representation of who is writing in New Zealand? No, but we do need to keep talking about why/why not.

This morning I was in Whitcoulls with my kids and I saw the NZ top 50 books (by Whitcoulls sales) on the shelf. It’s not an accurate representation of what people are reading but it does show some trends. I was happy to see Elizabeth Knox in there.

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Paula: So, who is not here—not just on the Ockhams shortlist or longlist, but in general? This is a discussion I’m involved in all the time.

Airini: I want to go right back to how books get written in the first place. I think we need to ask ourselves how inequalities in literacy arise and are perpetuated. To write books you need to write well. You also need to read well. I have worked in education for 15 years in a bunch of different fields and met a lot of people who struggle with writing especially. Many of these people were intelligent, interesting people with a lot of stories to tell.

If we live in a country where functional literacy, i.e. the ability to read and write beyond what’s required for everyday life, is low, that is going to affect both the amount and the diversity of local writing being written, published and read.

Our ‘literary’ culture in NZ still has very strong roots in the Western canon, but that’s not the only form of storytelling or communicating. It’s a little like how contemporary classical music has European ancestry, but there’s all these other musical genres that get dismissed as ‘popular’ or ‘world’, i.e. not intellectual.

So I think we need to address massive socioeconomic and political inequalities on a societal level, and work on decolonisation, before we can get better diversity in the book world, but we also need to ask ‘what are books?’ And ‘why are books?’

Catherine: I completely agree with you, Airini, that we need to drill down into inequalities in education. Who is the system still failing, and why? I see those inequalities expressed in my studentsand they are the ones fortunate enough to have made it to tertiary level. In terms of who is not here, in a wider senseit does feel that things are changing, but a lot of voices remain under-represented. Writers of colour, queer writers, disabled writers, refugee writers.

I have to say, in New Zealand I’ve never really felt marginalised as a woman writerand now, I suppose, a mature woman writer (yikes). However, I definitely see that process in play overseas. It’s all about debuts in the UK and US publishing scenes: youth is the trump card, but particularly so if you’re a woman. A ‘mature’ writer friend of mine, who’s trying to get her absolutely brilliant novel published offshore, has been told as much: it’s not her writing that’s unmarketable, it’s her age. I haven’t heard of a single equivalent story from male writers.

The diversity of my students’ work gives me enormous hope for our up-and-coming voices, though (and up-and-coming includes voices of mature writers): one student has produced a queer Māori sci-fi novel and a queer Māori adaptation of Hamlet; another a joyous, funny, provocative coming-out memoir; another an Indian YA fantasy novel; another a futuristic fantasy with a queer disabled narrator.

Airini: It’s interesting that you mention age, Catherine. While acknowledging the privileges I do have, my personal experience as a writer has been very tied up with being a woman. It seemed like a non-issue until I had children and also until I was over 30. There was a really weird sense of having lost some kind of cultural capital and that this was somehow tied to my ovarian supply. Perhaps I had the misfortune to know some older male writers with a blatant fetish for hot young women. The stalkers of Instagram and Twitter.

At that point you think, well, it’s not about the writing! I also had an experience at a festival where I was talking to one of my heroes and she mentioned some younger writers had just scoffed at her and walked away. She said, ‘I just feel so over.’ So if our success is tied up with our marketability, and that’s tied up with youth and physical appearance, what the fuck. It’s something I rage about a lot.

I agree with what you’ve said above about marginalised groups, but I do think gender equalityfor all gendershas a long way to go. On a related note, while working towards diversity, we need to stop ‘othering’ writers of different cultures, genders and sexualities, and expecting them to write into a stereotype. Michalia Arathimos has written a lot about this.

Brannavan: I certainly agree with Airini that these are structural issues and reflect wider socio-economic factors. I do think though that literature is well behind other artforms in terms of prioritising other voices. Its various gatekeepers (publishers, universities, agents, funding bodies, review sections, awards) are much more conservative than other artform gatekeepers. It’s perhaps because my background was in film and popular music that I see literature as well behind the times. Of course, film and music have their own issues and many of the issues raised above, but the conversations are much louder there. I’d like to think it’s changing (especially as there are so many diverse voices on the margins) but institutionally and structurally, I don’t think it’s changed all that much from Janis Freegard’s analysis a few years back that showed published New Zealand literature does not come remotely close to representing New Zealand demographically.

I think there’s also a question of what form of books get excluded too, as Pip and Airini have mentioned earlier. I unashamedly write political fiction on serious topics because that’s what I do and it’s what I’ve always done. It wasn’t deliberate, but I’ve also come to realise that that’s the writing that tends to get reviewed or funded and, it must be said, considered for awards. Writers who work in genre (whatever that actually means) or in other forms tend to be marginalised in those conversations.

I’ve never considered myself closed off to other forms of writing especially given my own reading habits, but I also wonder if I need to be doing more to promote other writers, or use my voice to promote other types of writing, where possible i.e. the barriers become more real because writers like me who benefit from the current barriers aren’t actively trying to break them down.

Pip: I loved reading these answers. So much to think about and I agree with so much of it. I don’t have a lot more to add but I am interested in how culture shapes politics and is used by politics to justify and shore up certain ideals and policies. When I say ‘politics’ I mean it in a really broad sense, not just ‘government’ but in all sorts of places where we do things and where power hierarchies establish themselves and structures of capitalism take hold. I’m thinking especially around rape culture, but I think it’s true for white supremacy, the prison industrial complex, anti-queer hate, ableism.

I’m becoming very interested in para-social grooming. I used to think it felt a bit paranoid and conspiratorial to keep asking the ‘snake eating itself’ questions, ‘Who’s in the room? How are the stories we’re privileging affecting who’s in the room?’ But I think anyone who reads anything about, for instance, Dylan Farrow’s story, can see that if we don’t question the stories, we’re giving room to we set the odds against certain folk’s stories. This is why I feel hopeful, I think. I listened to an interview with Laurie Anderson last night and she was talking about the idea of how it’s impossible to be an individual, to stand out, in the current world. I felt really excited about this. It seemed like such an exciting dissolution of power and the ‘singular genius’.

When I watch how folk are curating their own cultural landscape these days I get very excited. Through different forms of publishing and broadcast, communities are able to talk in ways that are accessible to people inside and outside those communities. This multiplicity of experience seems to mean it’s very hard for certain experiences to be entrenched or pervasive. I feel very hopeful and love that these conversations are going on.
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Paula: Brannavan, you’ve talked about the books you feel influenced Sprigs. In Salman Rushdie’s essay in the Guardian about Midnight’s Children at 40, he writes a great deal about the books and writers that influenced him writing this – and also how they helped answer some questions about structure, voice and point of view. All of you: are there any particular books that have shown you the way? (Or a way, at least.) If not for this book, for another?

Brannavan: The three books I mentioned earlier were hugely influential. I loved the way Pip’s narrative focus ‘floated’ from character to character in The New Animals, and I think Part 3 in particular was shaped by that approach (I also found Virginie Despentes’ Vernon Subutex and a lot of Svetlana Alexieviche as well extremely influential in that regard). With The Imaginary Lives of James Pōneke, I was heavily influenced by the way Tina shows how subjects are constituted and reconstituted (by trauma or otherwise). And I just love Carl’s writingI think he’s one of the most interesting writers around, whether it’s thematically or formally.

Plus there are heaps of fearless writers from Aotearoa who you can’t help but be impressed by their forthrightness and refusal to pull any punchesI’m thinking the likes of essa may ranapiri, Hana Pera Aoake, Tusiata Avia, Chris Tse, Rose Lu, Anahera Gildea, Greg Kan. When you see writers as uncompromising as they are, it certainly helps with your own confidence. Plus my Lawrence & Gibson ‘stablemates’ Murdoch Stephens, Rhydian Thomas, Thomasin Sleigh and Sharon Lam are all so fantastic, and I’m so stoked to be working with them and learn from them.

The overall structure was heavily influenced by the way Balzac approaches his narrative. He spends more time on his ‘set-up’. He doesn’t dive straight into the action and takes his time to build the characters and setting.  That means, when he lets the narrative go, you can get a lot of momentum by using emotional reactions and ‘inevitability’ to create pace. I’m a real sucker for French writing generally. Part 4 was heavily influenced by Maurice Blanchot’s ideas on the impossibility of words to capture experience. Georges Bataille was also important. Another reference point for Part 4 was M Nourbese Philip’s remarkable poetry book Zong! in which the way language collapses in response to horror.

Thematically, I was heavily influenced by Melissa Gira Grant’s and Sara Ahmed’s writing (particularly The Cultural Politics of Emotion). My background is theory and cultural studies though, as I did my MA in itso that work (Foucault, Gramsci, Butler, Stuart Hall, Spivak, Bhabha etc.) underpins a lot of my writing and always has.

I genuinely could go on: I’ve barely scratched the surface of my influences for Sprigs. I haven’t even talked about film (my epigram is from Jean Renoir’s Rules of the Game) and music (Elvis Costello’s ‘This Year’s Girl’ was the song I listened to over and over again while writing this) and theatre (Victor Rodger and Ahi Karunaharan in particular) and TV, which have all been crucial to Sprigs as well.

Pip: I love the way questions like this build this web of ‘family’ connections. I find writing a book a really collaborative act in communion with other people’s work and thinking. I’m looking back at my notes for Nothing To See and I was very concerned with the ‘uncanny’probably starting with Carmen Maria Machado’s response to a question about the ‘uncanny’ and the pull of it for women writers. She said, ‘I think there are probably lots of reasons [for this], but one of them is that being a woman is inherently uncanny. Your humanity is liminal; your body is forfeit; your mind is doubted as a matter of course. You exist in the periphery, and I think many women writers can’t help but respond to that state.’

I feel like this experience of ‘being inherently uncanny’ is not limited to women and the idea interested me’an uncanny lived experience’, one that is determined by others and impossible to escape. This led me back to my Gothic favourites, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre and also got me on a horror film bender. A moment of epiphany was the clam shell ‘from the future’ phones in It Follows. The device is completely out of context and time and is never explained, it acts as this interruption to time and place. I’m in love with the type of horror that is ‘just’ off. This ‘just’-offness is what drew me back and back and back to Bae Suah’s Nowhere to Be Found. It feels like realism, but is it?

A huge influence was Fleur Adcock’s poem ‘Gas’, which Helen Heath introduced me to when we recorded a podcast about her book Are Friends Electric ? Adcock’s poem is such an incredible work. I love it so much for its atmosphere and I think it says some interesting things about the passive experience. That was another thing I was interested in, ‘How can I write a ‘victim’ experience?’ I think Brannavan and I share this interest. I was reading every piece of fiction I could find about rape (I so wish Sprigs had been around) and there were certain ‘rhythms’ that kept coming up that I found really upsetting. I wonder if we also talk about death this waya sort of necessary ‘getting over it’, a celebration of ‘resilience’ and this really disturbing idea that kept coming up, that violence is somehow ‘the making of us’, that something good comes out of it. One book I found at the time that really stands out as a counter to these kinds of stories is Elena Savage’s Yellow City.

In trying to get a handle on all this I was also grateful to a conversation between Jordy Rosenberg and China Miéville where they touch on the grotesque and sadism, and the sadism of capitalism. This was on the occasion of Miéville’s amazing novella The Census-Taker, which was also very helpful for my book. Miéville says this incredible thing in the conversation, ‘‘Just because the grotesque can be about sadism doesn’t mean it can’t be anti-sadistic. An anti-sadistic grotesque.’ Rosenberg’s own novel Confessions of the Fox was also a massive shining light for me, as was Andrea Lawlor’s Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girlboth were very helpful models for dealing with interruptions to reality. I also fell in love with Kafka, especially ‘A Hunger Artist’ which I read over and over.

There were also, of course, countless writers closer to home. Jackson Nieuwland’s work showed me another kind of the uncanny that had the potential for humour. Rebecca Hawke’s work was, of course, incredibly helpful when I was looking at the grotesque and the uncanny. Also, conversations with Annaleese Jochems but also her magnificent book Baby. Cassandra Barnett’s MA manuscript showed me how big the novel could get. Sinead Overbye’s poetry and short stories helped me see new narrative structures and new ‘ways into’ a story. Anahera Gildea’s essay Kōiwi Pāmamao—The Distance in our Bones’ blew my mind and made me question a lot of what I was doing. Then there is, of course, my good friend Laurence Fearnley, who read some early bits of the book and who was writing her book Scented at the same time, so these books are in conversation in that way.

Catherine: How fascinating to learn about these wide-ranging influences! That’s the glorious thing about readingyou never know when you’re going to stumble across something that feeds your work in ways that can feel absolutely vital and sometimes spookily pre-ordained.

I held Bernhard Schlink’s The Reader in my mind at times during the writing of Remote Sympathy, because of the fearless way that book engages with Germany’s difficult past. My book is very much concerned with the tendency to look the other way when confronted with uncomfortable truths, and although Lionel Shriver’s We Need to Talk About Kevin is a very different work, the narrator’s husband turns an astonishingly blind eye to the malevolence developing in his own home, concerned as he is with building the perfect American family. I also believe Turtle’s grandfather and her teacher in Gabriel Tallent’s uncomfortably compelling My Absolute Darling can be read as partly complicit by their failure to take action to stop the abuse of the 14-year-old narrator.

It’s a long time since I read Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair, but it has stayed with me, and I think Remote Sympathy strikes similar chords in its exploration of marital complexities and the nature of faith: what our beliefs can allow us to accept or reject.

Finally, Justice at Dachau by Joshua M. Greene gave me a chilling insight into the natures of many men like my SS officer character Dietrich. Greene tells the story of the chief prosecutor in the war-crimes trials that attempted to dispense justice to the perpetrators of Buchenwald and other camps. What struck me in reading this book, as well as in reading thousands of pages of trial transcripts, was just how ordinary these men sounded, and just how ordinary their home lives werehome lives peopled by spouses who must have had some knowledge of their actions. Those voices certainly shaped the voice of Dietrich.

Brannavan: I love hearing other people’s influences for a particular book and I agree, Pip, it really shows how collaborative writing actually is. One of the things I feel I don’t get to do enough is just talk about other artists’ work (I guess my background was reviewing).  My response to the question was also influenced by Sara Ahmed’s idea that ‘citation is how we acknowledge our debt to those who came before; those who helped us find our way when the way was obscured.’  Ahmed notes that there’s a real political act in citation, particularly if in doing so, marginalised writers and thinkers get illuminated, but also more generally in the setting out ideas of solidarity and conversation that you both have mentioned.

Airini: I find it a bit hard to pinpoint anything that helped ‘show the way’ for Bug Week as a whole, as I wrote the stories over a decade or more. I think it was Katherine Mansfield that I first fell in love with as a young reader of short stories. Not just her writing but the whole bohemian mythology around her. I tend to go for the big female power hitters like Margaret Atwood, Jeanette Winterson, Alice Munro and Annie Proulx.

I really loved Frank Sargeson’s stories, although the New Zealand they describe is so different to the one we live in today. I’m a big fan of Ronald Hugh Morrieson and I think the dark comedy in my work is a bit of channelling of him. Patricia Grace, Witi Ihimaera, Tracey Slaughter, Emily Perkins, Lawrence Patchett and Tina Makereti are other local short fiction writers whose work I’ve admired. Pip’s collection Everything We Hoped For is freakin’ amazing, right from the opening lines.

I did a PhD on narrative in poetry and I think I learned a lot from that about structure and economy. Some all-time favourite poetic narratives are Anne Kennedy’s The Time of the Giants, Tusiata Avia’s Bloodclot, and Dorothy Porter’s The Monkey’s Mask (probably actually my favourite book ever).
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Paula: Pip mentioned asking herself a question (‘How can I write a victim experience?’) that speaks to the essence of fiction writing: making the imaginative leap into lives and/or times that are not your own. What challenged you all most with these books? Does the imaginative leap thrill or scare you?

Pip: Just for transparency and clarity, the victim experience I was talking about was my own. That being said, this is not memoir. So even though the work starts with me trying to understand something about myself and my place in the world, to work out how to carry onto answer the questions I have I very quickly have to move to imagination/fiction. That is how my brain works. ‘How do I care for myself, without the necessity to “get over” past pain?’ very quickly led to imagining a splitting of a person over two bodies.

I think the imaginative leap that I found most difficult was portraying a splitting rather than a doubling. I quickly decided against an imposter narrative. I didn’t want there to be the dynamic of an original and a usurper. It was one of the hardest things to try and express this shared history, shared being but separated bodies. It was challenging at a language level which is where I like my challengesit feels like a puzzle that I am trying to figure out and I love that. I think I am at my happiest when I’m not sure I can do something. Like when I don’t have the skills to write what I’ve imagined. I remember Eleanor Catton saying once, she wasn’t sure she could pull off The Luminaries until she pushed send on the final version and that’s where I want to live.

Airini: It’s been interesting as a poet-turned-fiction-writer that the assumption of autobiography follows you. I’ve had people ask me if my stories are true and I just say ‘I’ve never been a man named Barry’ or something dumb like that. One or two of them do draw on direct experience (with some fictional details) and that has been pretty painful to write about. Now I want to write about it more but through a nonfiction lens: I want to write a collection of feminist essays where I just travel through the wreckage unravelling stuff and interrogating why things happen. I guess sometimes there’s adrenaline involved.

Apart from trauma-related personal stuff, the other thing I find hard is imposter syndrome. I have a science undergraduate degree and work as a science teacher, and I often feel like I’m not a ‘proper’ writer because I haven’t completely devoted my life to it. I’ve gone through phases of being immersed in the literary world and phases of being divorced from it. I’m at a low ebb currently with reading and writing. That part doesn’t thrill or scare me, it just makes me feel inadequate and embarrassed.

I broke some big creative writing workshop rule writing this collection. I have a talking bird and a conscious dead person. I’ll always find more personal value in writing that comes from a desire to experiment and create, than in writing that plays it safe. I trust my publisher not to publish something where an experiment went bad.

Brannavan: I totally get where you’re coming from, Airini, on the imposter syndrome side of things too. I’m not a formally trained writer, I didn’t do any creative writing courses at university (apart from a film scriptwriting course), and I kinda became a novelist by accident (a friend asked if I was going to write about a trip I was doing, and I said, sure, why not). I hate the idea that imposter syndrome is this thing where structural inequalities are foisted on individuals working within a particular system; that it’s left for the individuals to navigate themselves, rather than something to be fixed by those with the actual power.

I always write from a position of fear. All of my books have some deep part of me in them, but I use fiction to hide myself from it. That imaginative leap becomes a bit of a wardrobe for me to hide in. But the moment you start inhabiting other people’s worlds, that’s where, for me, I become utterly terrified I’m going to make a mistake. I don’t know who my audience is, but I know I have an audience and I have to keep in mind what I write has consequences (even if it’s just my Mum reading). I think writing from fear is a healthy position, because it means you’re more likely to take care in your writing. But fear can be a debilitating thing for a writer, so it’s a hard thing to manage. But ultimately, I want to create connections with my writing, or with other writers or narratives, or more generally create this sense of collaborationthat, for me, makes the imaginative leap also thrilling.

Airini: A lot of the writers I’ve talked to experience this fear and self-doubt. It can be completely paralysing. On the other hand, I feel it’s so important what you’ve said about writing having consequences. And I think those consequences are something I’ve seen change over the last couple of decades. It feels like we are finally able to say ‘I don’t want to read this *classic novel* because it’s racist/ misogynist etc’ instead of just being told to shut up and read the novel because it’s great. Our behaviour as people can affect the reception of our writing too. There are a growing number of publishers/ editors who are electing not to publish work by known rapists/abusers etc. I think that’s good.

On the other hand, I think there are some things we have less responsibility to as writers, or more freedom to play with. As a Pākehā writer I feel comfortable bending the truth with Pākehā history. For me, it’s strange seeing people get upset about something like The Crown not accurately portraying the monarchy. Sometimes it’s better to tell a good story than replicate fact. I think the Royal Family can cope.

Catherine: Oh, the imposter syndrome comments resonate for me too. Really, I think that state comes naturally to most writers. And to touch on what you said, Airini, I’m not sure that many of us, these days, CAN completely devote their lives to their writingunless they strike it big and it starts to pay well!

The imaginative leap thrills me and scares me. Like you, Brannavan, I worry that I won’t get it right. But that doesn’t stop me wanting to try once an idea has its hooks in me. With Remote Sympathy, I was trying to embody characters whose lives are nothing like my own. In that situation, I think it’s useful to include small aspects of your own lived experience in order to make them three-dimensional and ‘genuine’, somehowthe memory of a particular taste, a particular injury or garment.

And bring on the talking birds! My next novel is narrated entirely by a magpie. That felt very freeing.
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Paula: Three of you here have novels on the shortlist; Airini has a collection of stories. It’s unusual for a story collection to make the finalists’ list and in some other fiction prizes (e.g. the Booker), story collections aren’t even eligible. Could we close our conversation by talking about short stories? Is there a (published) story that you wish you’d written? For me it’s Am Strande von Tanger’ by James Salter, which I love and envy.

Catherine: I didn’t know that about the Booker. How very depressing. I am delighted to see short stories on the Ockham’s shortlist, and I fail to understand why this is so rare, especially in New Zealand. We have a long, proud tradition of the form; Katherine Mansfield remains one of our most famous exports, after all. That the short story is the novel’s poor cousin seems to be a self-fulfilling prophecyI know that agents and publishers (especially overseas) pressure insanely talented short-story writers to make the move to long-form fiction, and often the most brilliant collections go unpublished. That being the case, if readers are not exposed to the work, how can they develop an abiding taste for it? It’s maddening beyond belief. I’m proud to have initiated the Sargeson Prize in 2019 as a way of celebrating and nourishing the form here in New Zealand.

Borges’ ‘The Gospel According to Mark stuns me every time I return to it. The mounting sense of unease, the sly socio-political commentaryand a blood-chilling ending. You can’t achieve that kind of intensity in a novel. Utterly brilliant.

Brannavan: I love having these sorts of conversations and finding out points of solidarity and mutual recognition. I agree that that’s frustrating about short stories, and how they’re marginalised as a form (thanks to all three of you for flying the short story flag).  I don’t have the skill to write short stories, so I’m in awe of people who can.

My response will be relatively straight down the line. For me it’s Chekhov’s ‘Easter Eve’. I read it when I was about 25 and it has stuck with me ever since, one of those moments where you reconsider everything you think art should be doing. Chekhov was obviously a master at short stories, but I was in awe at the way he was both deeply political and extremely compassionate in this. It’s also just beautiful and heart-breaking. It’s one of the things I’ve been conscious of trying to be better at. It’s easy to be cruel when writing politically, but if you’re trying to build solidarity, then care and compassion have to be at the heart of things.

Airini: So hard to pick! One story I can read and reread is ‘Spaceships Have Landed’ by Alice Munro. It has parties in the 1950s. It has alien abduction. It’s structurally weird. I love her matter-of-fact style.

Studying narrative poetry was a big eye opener in terms of how we distinguish forms and genres. Poems can be in prose and novels can be poetic. A lot of poems are stories. A lot of fiction is nonfiction and vice versa. I think we have tight genre boundaries to make library and bookstore shelving, and award categories, manageable. But I like to think as writers we have the freedom to blur the distinctions and just make what we want to make. I loved your approach to fiction and non-fiction in False River, Paula.

Pip: I love short stories so much. I love the scope it gives for a different type of character arc and the room there seems to be for experimentation. I always think about those published lectures by Frank O’Connor, The Lonely Voice, and how it offers ideas about how the short story has a different narrative voice and shape to novels. I don’t know about wishing I had written it, because I feel like it could only have been written by the author but I absolutely love Eru Hart’s story ‘May Board’ which is in Stories on the Four Winds. I also really love Emma Hislop’s story ‘The Game’ which was published in NewsRoom. Emma is writing some amazing stories that investigate power and feel very important to the moment we’re in.

I love the work of Sinead Overbye as well. I am quite excited how a few writersSinead and Cassandra Barnett come to mindare really pushing through all sorts of genre and language boundaries, so the short story is getting to spread out into work that looks like poetry or nonfiction. It’s a really exciting time, I think. I guess I am also quite in love with Kafka’s short stories. I am so late to this party it’s embarrassing, but I read ‘A Hunger Artist’ over and over and over because it is so strange and heart-breaking, and I am currently reading and re-reading his short story The Burrow’ because of the way it deals with sound. Thanks again, everyone. I’m really honoured to be in your company.

 

The Ockham New Zealand Book Awards take place on Wednesday 12 May in the Aotea Centre, Auckland, as part of the Auckland Writers Festival.

 

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Ockham NZ Book Awards Finalists

This year’s finalists for the Ockham New Zealand Book Awards are sixteen books that offer rich reading experiences, attitude, experience and ambition across four categories: Poetry, Fiction, Illustrated Non-Fiction and General Non-Fiction.

Together with the NZ Book Awards Trust, the Academy of NZ Literature has created e-samplers for each category, with extracts from each shortlisted book. You can find read only versions here and also below on this page for you to both read and download. Each extract is prefaced with the judges’ comments about that particular book.

The Ockhams ‘recognise excellence in New Zealand books for adult readers written in English or te Reo Māori’. Some iteration of a book awards has run since 1968, taking in mergers, inter-sponsor blips and different approaches to categories and finalists. For example, Alan Duff’s first novel, Once Were Warriors, was eligible in two different contests: the 1991 Goodman Fielder Wattie Book Awards and its rival New Zealand Book Awards. In the Wattie, only three books were recognised each year, and Once Were Warriors won second prize, although it was the only fiction title on the podium. At that year’s NZ Book Awards, the winning fiction title, with its own specific award (the other awards were for Poetry, Non-Fiction and Book Production), was Maurice Gee’s The Burning Boy. By 1997, when Duff’s second novel, What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?, was in contention, the two awards had merged into the Montana NZ Book Awards, with eight different prizes offered in addition to three best-first-book awards. That year Duff won the big Fiction prize.

The Ockhams era began in 2016, when Ockham ResidentialAuckland-based housing developers and ‘urban regenerators’stepped into the sponsorship void. (Click here for a brief history of book awards’ sponsors.) In the recent past, the awards were an industry event, a ritzy dinner for booksellers and publishers. Now they’re a public event held every May, part of the mammoth Auckland Writers’ Festival, in the Aotea Centre’s Kiri Te Kanawa Theatre. This year’s date is Wednesday 12 May.

Compared with the Montana years, where more than a dozen different prizes, as well as the three best-first-book awards, were awarded on the night, the Ockhams era feels more streamlined. No more People’s Choice or Readers’ Choice or Booksellers’ Choice; no more runners-up or third places; no more overall medal rewarding a book that has already won a prize in the awards. From a book buyer’s point of viewor even that of a booksellerthe distillation may be welcome. There are still forty longlisted titles each year, twenty of which are General or Illustrated Nonfiction.

However, Nonfiction is no longer subdivided into six different categories, often to the chagrin of publishers of nonfiction, and sometimes to writers who feel that someone else’s memoir has squeezed out their work of history, or that someone else’s major work of reference has squeezed out their collection of essays. The historians may have more excuse for teeth-gnashing. In the five years of the Ockhams to date, the General Nonfiction category has been won by memoirs or personal essays four times: Witi Ihimaera’s Māori Boy (2016); Ashleigh Young’s Can You Tolerate This? (2017); Diana Wichtel’s Driving to Treblinka: A Long Search for a Lost Father (2018); and Shayne Carter’s Dead People I Have Known (2020).

Judging this year’s General Non-Fiction Award are editor Sarah Shieff, associate professor of English at the University of Waikato (convenor); filmmaker and lecturer in Māori history at Victoria University Wellington Arini Loader (Ngāti Raukawa, Te Whānau-a-Apanui, Ngāti Whakaue); and Dunedin bookseller Michael Yeomans.

The four finalists are Specimen: Personal Essays, a debut collection by Madison Hamill; another debut, Te Hāhi Mihinare |The Māori Anglican Church by Hirini Kaa; The Dark is Light Enough: Ralph Hotere A Biographical Portrait by Vincent O’Sullivan; and This Pākehā Life: An Unsettled Memoir by Alison Jones.

The judging panel describes the finalists’ books as alive with the flows of history and power that shape all of our lives. ‘These four books, each in its own way an extraordinary achievement in the category’s defining parameters of story-telling, research and memory work, will enrich the conversations we have about ourselves and this place for years to come.’

The judges for the Booksellers Aotearoa New Zealand Award for Illustrated Non-Fiction are Dale Cousens (Ngāruahine) of the National Library of New Zealand (convenor); bookseller and former publisher Brian Phillips; and writer, graphic designer and magazine art director Jenny Nicholls.

The shortlisted titles are An Exquisite Legacy: The Life and Work of New Zealand Naturalist G.V. Hudson by George Gibbs; Hiakai: Modern Māori Cuisine by Monique Fiso; Marti Friedlander: Portraits of the Artists by Leonard Bell; and Nature — Stilled by Jane Ussher.

The judging panel says, ‘The four finalists are standout examples of a dazzlingly broad range of passions, from the arts and sciences to food, adventure and the outdoors, distilled into beautiful and engaging works.’

The Mary and Peter Biggs Award for Poetry is arguably this year’s most ground-breaking shortlist. Finalists are: The Savage Coloniser Book by Tusiata Avia; Funkhaus by Hinemoana Baker; National Anthem by Mohamed Hassan; and Magnolia 木蘭 by Nina Mingya Powles.

This year’s judges are convenor Briar Wood (Te Hikutu ki Hokianga, Ngāpuhi Nui), 2018 Ockham New Zealand Book Awards finalist; award-winning poet and novelist Anne Kennedy; and professor of English at the University of Otago Jacob Edmond. ‘It’s an exciting situation for New Zealand poetry,’ they write. ‘The four shortlisted collections are striking, all exhibiting an acute global consciousness in difficult times.’

The Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction is judged by reviewer and writer Kiran Dass (convenor); books editor and feature writer Paul Little; and writer Claire Finlayson, former programme director of the Dunedin Writers & Readers Festival. They are joined in deciding the ultimate winner from their shortlist of four by award-winning American writer Tommy Orange.

The finalists are the collection Bug Week & Other Stories by Airini Beautrais; and three novels: Nothing to See by Pip Adam; Remote Sympathy by Catherine Chidgey; and Sprigs by Brannavan Gnanalingam

This year’s fiction judging panel says the three novels and one short story collection on the 2021 shortlist all pack an immense literary punch. ‘Craft, nuance, urgent storytelling, rage against injustice, and new perspectives are at the forefront of these four impressive books.’

 


The 2021 Ockhams Samplers

The new series of digital samplers feature extracts from all 2021 finalist books for your reading enjoyment, and hopefully to entice you to go out and buy the books, or loan them from your local library. You can view read-only versions here, or click on the covers below to download samplers.

 

Jann Medlicott Prize for Fiction…………Booksellers Aotearoa New Zealand …………………………………………………………Award for Illustrated Non-Fiction

                                                               

 

Mary and Peter Biggs…………………….General Non-Fiction Award
…..Award for Poetry          

                                                                

 

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Paula Morris is a fiction writer and essayist, and has served on the NZ Book Awards Trust for the past five years. Her novel Rangatira won the Fiction prize at the 2012 NZ Post Book Awards.

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The room where it happened

Everyone now knows that the best New Zealand novel of the year is the fine and electric Auē by Becky Manawatu, and all that remains is to clear up the small matter of how the judges – I was one of three for the fiction category – came to that apparently surprising decision.

Literary awards are famed for their surprises. Just before being asked to judge, I’d coincidentally read Edward St Aubyn’s Lost for Words, an arch satire about the ‘Elysian Prize’. This is a world-respected award for Commonwealth books funded by an agricultural company that specialises in ‘radical herbicides and pesticides’ and GM crops that splice the genes of wheat with arctic cod and lemons with bullet ants. London’s salon-society machinations, by the author of the Patrick Melrose series, would bear little comparison to what we were to experience, but there was to be some truth to the claim, as a lover of one of the Elysian judges says, that literary prizes are ‘comparison, competition, envy and anxiety’. Real life agrees. Boyd Tonkin, a UK literary editor who judged the rather similar Man Booker Prize in the early noughties, noted, ‘The birth-pangs of the Booker endure five or six months and unfold in a glare of media gossip, innuendo, spite, envy, and authentic or concocted quarrels.’

But before any of this comes the reading. We – two writer/editors and surely one of the best-read booksellers in the country – had to assess the 46 fiction titles submitted this year. This was fascinating, enlightening, hard mahi. But it was genuinely, for the largest part, a joy and a privilege to read the best books in a year, something you’d normally not have the time, or possibly the inclination, to do.

As we said publicly when the shortlist was announced, it turned out to be a terrific year for fiction in New Zealand. The longlist was the best I could recall.

Less heartening was the criticism. Not just the predictable 280-character gripes online. As Stephen Stratford put it: ‘I have been a judge five times, three times chair of judges, of our national book awards – Wattie, Goodman Fielder Wattie, Montana, Montana NZ, NZ Post – but back then we never had the benefit of Twitter telling us how we had got it so wrong.’ It also arrived by way of stories in the mainstream media over one novel which didn’t make the fiction shortlist – it would be peculiar not to name it as Elizabeth Knox’s The Absolute Book.

 

 

To be fair, there were also complaints about the non-fiction and poetry shortlists – particularly the exit from contention of books of personal essays and a research-heavy history tome – but they were more grumbles than shrieks. Radio NZ, The Listener (RIP), The Spinoff and even The Guardian (snappy headline: ‘Ockham’s erase her’) weighed in, the nation’s public broadcaster reporting that the author would rather not comment, but her publisher – who is also her husband – said the judges had got it wrong and it was a disappointing result. Did the other five longlist authors or their publishers feel similarly aggrieved at missing out on making it to the final four? We don’t know. They and their publishers weren’t asked.

A couple of years ago, not one but two of the judges of the fiction award took to print to defend their decision, some reviews of the winning book having been puzzled by it or even unfriendly. So let me explain the inexplicable, why to our minds there really were no surprises.

One January morning, before Covid-19 infected all our lives, we three sat in a room at the University of Auckland to find our longlist. We had already had a couple of phone conversations while working our way through the two boxes of books, novels and story collections, so had a pretty good idea of what each other thought. On the day, a few very good novels hovered around the outside of that impressive pile of ten, a few in it came under discussion for possible defenestration. We settled on our longlist. Over the next hour, we swapped books in and out, arguing their merits, whittling down our top four. Then we went to lunch.

The honest truth is, there was very little disagreement, no Rug Doctor needed for blood spilt.

We were very close to being of one mind, which surprised me at least. I expected some horse-trading. There was none. Some books in the longlist were never going to make the shortlist. To be a finalist a book needed to have the whole enchilada: storytelling and characters that fascinated us, insight and judgment and wit that startled us and made us envious, but most of all the writing – it had to sweep us along.

When the shortlist was finally revealed, some thought that not only should the aforementioned book have been on it, it should have been a shoo-in for the win. Several former judges, who know well the tricky task that’s required of them, thought its omission an obvious travesty, despite one or two having not actually read it.

It was impossible to avoid the conspiracy theories. New Zealand judges don’t like speculative fiction. They prefer literary fiction over other genres – a theory perhaps fuelled by a few well-selling novels not actually being submitted. One book on the shortlist, Halibut on the Moon by the American-born David Vann – of course we checked his eligibility – had pushed it out to sit alongside the other shortlisters, Carl Shuker’s A Mistake and Owen Marshall’s Pearly Gates. The Miles Franklin Award is given to ‘a novel which is of the highest literary merit and presents Australian life in any of its phases’. Perhaps because we are a slightly younger, less parochial country, there is nothing in the Ockham rules that says a winning book must be about the people or country of the award. Nobody mentioned the absent book’s 650 pages. UK critic and broadcaster Mark Lawson, a Booker judge in 1992, recently mused about whether Hilary Mantel’s third Booker might be denied due to judges’ resentment – he might have been projecting – about having to read longer books: The Mirror and the Light tops 750 pages. It wasn’t a factor. I mean, hello, The Luminaries.

The writer Rick Gekoski said when he was approached to be a Booker judge in 2005 he asked about the rules. The prize’s chief chortled. ‘There aren’t any. Choose the best book.’

What are the Ockhams’ judging criteria? ‘Impact of the book on the community, taking account of factors such as topicality, public interest, commercial viability, entertainment, cultural and educational values … the degree to which the book engages and nourishes the reader’s intellect and imagination.’ In other words, choose the best book.

But how do you choose? In the early stages, you ‘sort the sheep from the goats’, as author Val McDermid has said. Taste is, of course, subjective; but it’s also, hopefully, the accumulation of knowledge and discrimination, what TS Eliot called ‘the common pursuit of true judgment’. It’s not without flaws or biases; nothing is. I’ve been a judge a few times now, four times a peer-assessor for Creative NZ, a judge in all but name, and an arts editor, which as anyone who’s done it knows is like a constant beauty contest for books. Regardless of personal predilections, judging is usually a joint activity. Judges have to agree. The Booker regularly gets knickers twisted, not least the most recent one, the judges breaking explicit rules and awarded it jointly, to Margaret Atwood’s The Testaments and Bernadine Evaristo’s Girl, Woman, Other. As Spectator literary editor Sam Leith, who was a judge in 2015, wrote, ‘BOOKER JUDGES, YOU HAD ONE JOB. Pick a sodding winner … That’s what you’re formally empanelled to do, and paid to do, and trusted to do. That’s what the public are expecting you to do. That is the whole point of the prize.’

 

 

For us it wasn’t a problem: the final vote for Auē was unanimous. Although it wasn’t for us like one of the judges of that earlier winner who said: ‘If pressed, we probably could have picked a winner in the first minutes of our initial meeting.’ The other judge for that year noted correspondence from author Philip Temple: ‘I concur with the widespread feeling that it has been a complete disgrace that Fiona Farrell’s novel Decline and Fall on Savage Street was not even included on the Ockham longlist. This may well go down as the worst omission in local book awards history.’ Temple clearly had no crystal ball to this year.

Judges get it wrong. It’s true, they do. We’ve all read prize-winning books that we’ve wanted to throw off a high bridge. And publishers get it wrong, bringing attention to one author over another, pinning their hopes on lesser works in a thin year, turning down promising manuscripts.

Surprise is always good. Debate is always good. One literary insider privately used the term ‘healthy flak’ and that’s right: we’re talking about books, a bit grumbly and a bit wrongheaded sometimes, but we’re talking about books. The arts get precious little attention as it is.

I do hope people read the shortlist, let alone the longlist, and decide for themselves. In Lost for Words one contender is an ‘ambitious and original’ novel written by a young New Zealander from the point of view of William Shakespeare. Needless to say, it doesn’t win.

 

 


Mark Broatch is a writer, critic and the author of four books. He is a former books and arts editor at the NZ Listener and Sunday. His fellow fiction judges at the Ockhams were Chris Baskett and Nic Low, joined for the final round by international judge Tara June Winch.

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Ockham NZ Book Awards: Shocks and Stats

The 2020 Ockham New Zealand Book Awards took place in the waning hours of Level 3 COVID-19 lockdown, which meant no Auckland Writers Festival crowds, no disco ball, no live drummers, no wardrobe malfunctions, no awkward smile-with-sponsor photo ops, and no students crashing the post-event drinks in the Spiegeltent. Instead we had the ever-beaming Stacey Morrison in a studio in front of a harakeke flower display, two ‘ceremonies’ live-streaming on YouTube and stop-start winners’ speeches via Zoom.

We also had a somewhat unexpected parade of winners, and some interesting stats. The Best First Books winners — sponsored by cellular-science company MitoQ — were announced via a discrete programme live-streamed at six p.m. on Tuesday night. (One highlight: bright illustrations by Sarah Laing of the writers for whom each of the first-book awards are named.)

 

 

This year a number of first-time writers featured in all four main-category longlists, and debut books made it through to three of the shortlists. That meant three of the ‘Best First Book’ winners were no surprise at all: Shayne Carter for his memoir Dead People I Have Known (the only debut on the General Nonfiction shortlist); Chris McDowall and Tim Denee for the graphic marvel that is We Are Here: an Atlas of Aotearoa (the only debut on the Illustrated Nonfiction shortlist); and Becky Manawatu for her novel Auē (the only shortlisted Fiction debut).

Poetry was the category that offered no clues: three debut collections appeared on that longlist, and none on the shortlist. The choices were Jane Arthur’s Craven (VUP), Ransack by essa may ranapiri (VUP), and Because a Woman’s Heart is Like a Needle at the Bottom of the Ocean by Sugar Magnolia Wilson (AUP).

The winner for best first book of poetry was Jane Arthur, who gave a short, elegant speech, thanking Paula Green, ‘the pilot light of New Zealand poetry’. (Green was a finalist in this year’s General Nonfiction category for Wild Honey: Reading New Zealand Women’s Poetry.) In 2018, Arthur won the Sarah Broom Poetry Prize, judged by iconic US writer Eileen Myles: Myles called her ‘a poet of scale and embodiment’. The Ockhams poetry judges said of the poems in Craven: ‘They did that thing that the best lyric poetry does: they showed us an emotional interior’.

 

 

The three debut poets on the Poetry longlist were all published by Auckland University Press and Victoria University Press, along with another longlisted book, Under Glass (AUP), Gregory Kan’s second collection. All four finalists for the Mary and Peter Biggs Award for Poetry were also published by those same two university presses. The other two longlisted books were from Otago University Press — Lynley Edmeade’s second collection Listening In, and Back Before You Know by Murray Edmond, who published his first collection in 1973, before most of the other poets on the list were born. His publisher, artsy indie Compound, is the only non-University press here — surprising, perhaps, when the local poetry scene is so fertile, and 35 books were entered in this category.

This year’s longlist featured no Pasifika poets, only one Māori poet (ranapiri), and one Asian poet (Kan). Convenor of the Poetry judges, Kiri Piahana-Wong, noted the ‘dismaying’ statistic that under ten per cent of entered books were by ‘writers of colour’. (New collections are due in 2020 from Hinemoana Baker, Daren Kamali and Karlo Mila: maybe they’ll feature on next year’s longlist.)

The main awards were live-streamed at seven p.m., and launched with a video message from is-she-everywhere Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern. The virtual ceremony was pacy, if not the rapid-fire of the Best First Books announcements. It was only slowed in its tracks a little by sponsor interludes — Mark Todd of Ockham Residential in a video, other sponsors via screen messages — and was nothing like the grim march of other recent online book awards (most infamously the Australian Stella Awards, which dragged on for an hour and handed out one prize). At the end, the technical chaos of the live winners’ speeches was a reminder of the perils of lockdown live-streaming.

One of the (more welcome) surprises of the night: the winners of the four categories each had different publishers: Auckland University Press for Poetry, Victoria University Press for General Nonfiction, Te Papa Press for Illustrated Nonfiction, and feisty indie Mākaro Press for Fiction. AUP or VUP were the only publishers in contention for the Mary and Peter Biggs Award for Poetry, with four excellent finalists, including Anne Kennedy’s Moth Hour, Steven Toussaint’s Lay Studies and How I Get Ready by Ashleigh Young.

 

 

The winner was Helen Rickerby for How to Live (AUP).  How to Live is her fourth collection, a series of lists and playful digressions, essay-like discussions, investigations and ‘conversations’ with some of history’s ‘unsilent women’ — Hipparchia, George Eliot, Ban Zhao, Mary Shelley. Rickerby ‘brings her title question to the lives of women,’ wrote Paula Green on NZ Poetry Shelf, ‘in shifting forms and across diverse lengths, with both wit and acumen’. ‘How to Live is a great collection,’ declared Marcus Hobson. ‘It bills itself as poetry, but to me it feels like a book of poetry that has no poems. Instead we are constantly pushing the boundary as to what is a poem, what is prose and what is an essay’.

Testimony to our proactive and resourceful local lit scene: Rickerby herself is managing editor at the boutique Seraph Press, publisher of Nina Mingya Powles’ 2017 debut Luminescent.) First book winner Jane Arthur is one of the founders of NZ children’s literature website The Sapling.

Competition was similarly tight in the Illustrated Nonfiction category. ‘Our shortlist,’ wrote judging convenor Odessa Owens, ‘showcases just how good illustrated non-fiction can be when the literature, design and production are all of the highest quality’. Best First Book winner We Are Here (Massey UP) didn’t take the main prize, though might have won a popular vote: it’s already been reprinted twice. Justin Paton’s McCahon Country (Penguin Random House / Auckland Art Gallery Toi o Tāmaki) edged Peter Simpson’s Colin McCahon: There is Only One Direction, also on the longlist, and was picked by many to win the main prize.

 

 

Te Papa Press had two books on this list: one was Crafting Aotearoa, edited by Karl Chitham, Kolokesa U Māhina-Tuai and Damian Skinner. The other book took the $10,000 category award – Protest Tautohetohe: Objects of Resistance, Persistence and Defiance, edited by Stephanie Gibson, Matariki Williams and Puawai Cairns. ‘Readers are drawn into Aotearoa’s rich and raw stories from contact to now,’ said the judges. A ‘tactile, hand-hewn approach to design complements the huge variety of assiduously collected objects’.

 

 

The lack of review outlets in New Zealand – made even worse since the abrupt closure of Bauer media – means a stunning book like Protest Tautohetohe isn’t as well-known as it should be beyond the Te Papa book shop. Extracts, including images, have appeared on the Pantograph Punch and The Spinoff, but the book’s major review to date, by Simon Wilson in the NZ Herald, only peers out occasionally from behind the paywall. Wilson described Protest Tautohetohe as a collection of everything from the ephemeral to the political, ‘not a straight history, but a record of movements and events told through the presentation of objects … that somehow ended up in the collections of museums’.

The big story of the night: two of the Best First Book winners took away the main-category prizes as well. In General Non-Fiction, a category that is always keenly contested, Shayne Carter won for Dead People I Have Known. ‘Rock star writing,’ said the judges. Carter’s memoir had ridden a steady wave of positive reviews upon its release; fellow ‘80s rocker/writer (also lit festival impresario) Rachael King, writing in The Spinoff, praised ‘Shayne’s ability to fully recreate a scene as if he is standing right there experiencing it, and we are standing there with him’. Steve Braunias on Newsroom said the opening pages ‘stack up with the best writing of New Zealand childhood ever written’. In the Landfall Review Mark Broatch described the book as ‘a Venn diagram of insightful and often humorous personal revelation, an insider’s view of the Dunedin rock scene as the fast-beating young heart of New Zealand music, and of an upbringing in a household reeking with booze, domestic violence, psychiatric dismay – and love’.

 

 

When the Ockham longlist was announced back in January, there was a small flurry of complaints about the exclusion of creative nonfiction in favour of weightier works of scholarship like Vincent O’Malley’s The New Zealand Wars (BWB), Catherine Bishop’s colonial history Women Mean Business (Otago UP or Jared Davidson’s examination of censorship and subversion after World War I, Dead Letters (also OUP).

Memoir readers need not have worried. Since our national awards were re-invented under the Ockham banner in 2016, four of the five winners in the General Nonfiction category have been creative nonfiction writers rather than historians: Witi Ihimaera for his memoir Māori Boy (2016); Ashleigh Young’s essay collection Can You Tolerate This (2017); and Diana Wichtel’s memoir Driving to Treblinka (2018), also her first book. The only exception to date is 2019 winner Joanne Drayton for her biography Hudson and Halls: The Food of Love. Historians like O’Malley – who has published two major works of New Zealand history since 2016, and missed out on shortlistings both times – may be feeling each panel of judges leans towards memoir.

The winner of the $55,000 Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction – a mouthful, but worth it for that much money – was debut novelist Becky Manawatu. The judges liked its its uniquely New Zealand voice, its sparing and often beautiful language’; international judge, Australian novelist Tara June Winch, said ‘there is something so assured and flawless in the delivery of the writing voice that is almost like acid on the skin’.

 

 

Becky Manawatu is first Māori writer to win the main fiction prize at our national book awards since 2012, when Paula Morris won for her novel Rangatira, and the first Māori writer to win best first book in fiction since Kelly Ana Morey with her novel Bloom in 2004. Manawatu is the first writer to win the main fiction prize with a debut novel since Stonedogs by Craig Marriner in 2002.

Arihia Latham in the Landfall Review said: ‘Manawatu has an ability to write grisly, horrifying details yet also keep one eye on our hearts. She builds tangible characters that have beauty and wonder, bright dreams and enduring strength.’ Last October Catherine Woulfe in The Spinoff wrote that Auē ‘hasn’t had a lot of attention yet, certainly no prizes, but holy shit, it should … It reminds me of The Bone People and of Once Were Warriors. The writing has a wild, intuitive sort of magic’. Steve Braunias called it the ‘best book of 2019 — and it really is immense, a deep and powerful work, maybe even the most successfully achieved portrayal of underclass New Zealand life since Once Were Warriors’. (That comparison again.)

Like Auē, Once Were Warriors won best first work of fiction (back in 1991), but placed second overall in the Goodman Fielder Wattie Book Awards that year. Alan Duff didn’t win the main fiction prize until 1997, for What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?. Keri Hulme’s The Bone People won the main fiction category at the New Zealand Book Awards in 1984.

In the recent (endless) Stella Prize ceremony, we heard numerous times that in Australia women writers are less likely to win big prizes. This doesn’t seem so much of an issue in New Zealand. Since 2016, when Ockham Residential started sponsoring the awards, only one man has won the big fiction prize: Stephen Daisley for Coming Rain in 2016. Subsequent winners were Catherine Chidgey (2017), Pip Adam (2018), Fiona Kidman (2019) and, this year, the only woman in the category, Becky Manawatu.

In fact, aside from Daisley in 2016, you have to go back to 2007 and Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones to find another male winner in the fiction category. All the other winners during the final years of the Montana era and the entire New Zealand Post era of the awards were women: Charlotte Grimshaw, Emily Perkins, Alison Wong, Laurence Fearnley, Paula Morris, Kirsty Gunn and Eleanor Catton.

Poetry also skews a little to women writers: Helen Rickerby this year, Helen Heath (2019), Elizabeth Smither (2018), Andrew Johnson (2017), David Eggleton (2016), Vincent O’Sullivan (2014), Anne Kennedy (2013), Rhian Gallagher (2012), Kate Camp (2011), Brian Turner (2010), Jenny Bornholdt (2009), and so on into the mists of time.

The nonfiction categories are harder to assess, as pre the Ockhams era there were a phenomenal six categories (versus the current two): History, Biography, Environment, Lifestyle and Contemporary Culture, Illustrative, and Reference and Anthology. So many categories, not enough time. (Even the Pulitzer Prize only has three – History, Biography and General Nonfiction.)

‘A great book,’ said William Styron, ‘should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end’. As should a national book awards. Congratulations to all the longlisted writers, the shortlisted writers, and their publishers. Thanks to the sponsors and supporters who make the Ockham New Zealand Book Awards possible each year. With lockdown easing to Level 2, the rest of us have no excuse: we should buy the books.

 

   

 

 

 


Tom Moody is an American writer and editor living in Auckland.

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