The Marlows and the Forgotten Series

On the bus home, the bright red emergency lever at the top of the back door stands out: FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY. And there she is, eleven-year-old Nicola Marlow in Autumn Term, on the train for the first time to attend Kingscote School, pulling that same emergency lever simply because she lost her swiss-army knife out… Continue reading The Marlows and the Forgotten Series

Rediscovering Reading

In 1911, Katherine Mansfield was 23 years old. I have loved her writing ever since I first studied her short stories at the precarious age of seventeen. My English teacher offered us a bite-sized selection to read – Her First Ball, Miss Brill and The Woman at the Store – and enquired afterwards, ‘what do the stories make you feel?’.

Janet Frame and the Ida Valley

During the summer of my first year at Victoria University, I worked alongside my father in the lupin-covered landscape of Ōtūrehua. Home to Brian Turner and little else (population: twenty-seven), the Central Otago ‘so-called middle of nowhere’[i] town had its heyday in the late nineteenth century. Not keen on bringing the populace up to twenty-nine, my father and I rented a cottage in the nearby gold-rush town of Naseby.