Showing posts with label hammock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hammock. Show all posts

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hums from the Hammock #2

isn't it lovely tiddly pom to be reading tiddly pom a lovely book tiddly pom and not any old book tiddly pom but one you can hold tiddly pom and float like a bear tiddly pom looking for honey tiddly pom...here's another one...

Breakwater by Kate Duignan [VUP 2001]. Ella, a young woman who unexpectedly finds herself pregnant, accepts a place to live with her friend Tess and her mother Louise. Louise lives on Wellington's south coast, owns the Breakwater Cafe and has struggled to bring up her now grown-up children on her own. This first novel written by Duignan in her mid 20s as part of the MA in Creative Writing at Victoria University is surprising for its maturity and polish. The author treads firmly in the world of daily human interaction pausing to make you watch what people are really doing, and listen, truly listen, to what people are trying to say. There is a delicacy of thought here, and an unsentimental, intelligent view of the world that lets characters quietly unfold and surprise you. The wild Wellington setting beside the sea is simply terrific. This is Louise:

'While each one of them sleeps and sloughs off the frustrations of the morning she is left alone, wound up, unable to read or think. She is reminded of the silverbeet growing up in the garden, in urgent need of treatment for white butterflies, and of the McCahon exhibition she hasn't seen yet, and of this slim novel, about Clarissa Dalloway and her plans to hold a party. All persistently unfinished. She wonders how it has come to this so quickly: being swept up entirely in the eye of young storms, with nothing of her own, no space to breathe. How has it happened that she is here once again? Taken over, and separate from her sense of self, which she sees as a shadow, quickly becoming thin and transparent, and walking now in a different direction.'

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Hums from a Hammock #1

isn't it lovely
tiddly pom
to be reading
tiddly pom
a lovely book
tiddly pom
and not any old book
tiddly pom
but one you can hold
tiddly pom
and float like a bear
tiddly pom
looking for honey
tiddly pom
here's one...

Travelling with Augusta: Preston - Gorizia - Venice - Masterton, by Ingrid Horrocks [VUP 2003]. A reflective, intelligent travel memoir of the best sort. NZ poet and academic Ingrid Horrocks uses her Great-great-great Aunt Augusta's travel journal from 1835 as a basis for her own journey through Italy and Croatia. This journey includes an intelligent, thoughtful and, at times, provocative meditation on the role and meaning of the woman traveller. Wonderful insights into this part of the world, too. Stunning holiday reading. Makes me want to travel again on my own or, at the very least, to travel with Ingrid. A good independent bookshop like Unity in Wellington should have this book which came out five years ago and so should any good library near you. It has just been translated into Italian.