tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161754042024-03-12T21:40:20.745-07:00The Sound of ButterfliesThis is the blog of Rachael King, author of The Sound of Butterflies, a novel of beauty, butterflies and brutality.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-78392531454931841472015-08-26T19:48:00.000-07:002015-08-26T19:52:10.611-07:00Soapbox.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My book Magpie Hall is currently the Christchurch City Libraries Community Read, which means everyone is encouraged to read one book and discuss it. It's a fabulous idea, and I feel very honoured to have had my book chosen.<br />
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On 7 August I gave talk about the research and inspiration behind <i>Magpie Hall</i>, and that evening was the launch event, which included Scared Scriptless actors improvising scenes based on Magpie Hall. I also stood up and had a little talk and took my imaginary soapbox. I thought I'd post those thoughts here for posterity.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It is such an honour to be here, and to have my book chosen to be this year’s Community Read.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was nervous about speaking today and tonight but this morning I attended my son’s poetry recital competition, and there is nothing like watching a bunch of 5 year olds public speaking for the first time to restore your confidence in your own abilities.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Big thanks to Kim Slack and Donna Robertson and the team at the library who have worked so hard on this, and for taking the initiative to promote reading and a love of local books. New Zealand Book Month is now a thing of the past, after being cancelled two years in a row through lack of funding, so to have the library pick up the slack is fantastic.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And why did we need NZ Book Month and why do we need the Community Read?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Well, just as we need to protect our native birds and fauna from extinction, from predators and from noxious weeds, we need to protect our cultural taonga. Because if New Zealanders don’t buy and read NZ books, who will?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This year the Whitcoulls Top100 has just two NZ books on the list, both of which have won the Booker prize. Last year the Whitcoulls Top 100 had NO NZ books on it.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>That’s</i> why we needed NZ Book Month, and why promotions like this are so valuable, to protect our local books from being squeezed out by the latest pot boilers from America and the UK. Don’t let NZ books go the way of the huia, which, incidentally, features prominently in Magpie Hall.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">At the WORD Christchurch writers & readers festival last year we had more than 100 NZ writers and will continue to provide a platform for Christchurch people to hear NZ stories. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The NZ Book Awards, which, like NZ Book Month, and the BNZ Katherine Mansfield short story awards, were cancelled in 2015 due to a lack of a sponsor, have been reinstated with a new sponsor, Ockham, and a new $50,000 prize for best novel,which has been provided by a mysterious benefactor, just like something out of a Victorian novel. We have <i>Great Expectations</i> for the 2016 Ockam NZ Book awards. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And another NZer, Anna Smaill has been longlisted for the Man Booker prize this year, only the 5th NZer to have ever been included in the prize’s 36 year history. But my plea is to not wait until the British approve of our writers before reading them yourself! You have a whole library here full of wonderful New Zealand books, and I urge you to seek out other Christchurch authors of all genres: Jane Higgins, Joanna Orwin, Carl Nixon, Tusiata Avia, Fiona Farrell, Joe Bennet, Margaret Mahy, Helen Lowe, Frankie MacMillan, James Norcliffe, Paul Cleave, Nic Low, Karen Healey to name just a few.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’m here to introduce you to my book <i>Magpie Hall</i>, which I hope is rollicking yet meditative, dark and moody with moments of lightness and humour, a great sticky cake of a novel with many different ingredients, from the art of Victorian tattooing, to skinning tigers and stuffing huia, from the misty windswept moors of South Canterbury to the dark winding lanes of an exaggerated version of 19th century Lyttelton. It’s a love story drawn straight from Gothic Victorian novels and Nick Cave murder ballads, and a modern day story of woman haunted by her family’s ghosts. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Henry Summers is a collector of curiosities, of wonders, of dreams and sometimes nightmares. Of the lesser sulphur-crested cockatoo and the katydid, of turret shells, brittlestars and the Morpho Menelaus. And he washes up in New Zealand, in the 1880s, sent there in disgrace by his family, where he hopes to gather more treasures for his cabinet of curiosities. Here, he falls in love with a woman fascinated by the tattoos he keeps hidden under his frock coats, and which are all the rage among the aristocracy of Britain.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Rosemary Summers is his great-great grand-daughter, whose beloved grandfather, who passed on to her the family art of taxidermy, has died, and left her his collection. She returns to Magpie Hall to claim her inheritance and to uncover the ghosts of her family’s past, and solve the mystery surrounding Henry Summers and his first wife Dora.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you know your Victorian English literature you will spot embedded treats from <i>Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, The Turn of the Screw, The Woman in White</i> and <i>Northanger Abbey</i> for starters. And if you don’t, I hope it will inspire you to read the books that inspired <i>Magpie Hall</i>.</span></div>
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I read <a href="http://nicolagriffith.com/2015/05/26/books-about-women-tend-not-to-win-awards/" target="_blank">this article</a> by Nicola Griffith with interest and not a lot of surprise, which talks about how books with women as main protagonists don't seem to win major awards. The article analyses several awards from the last 15 years, including the Man Booker and the Pulitzer Prize, and divides them into categories: books by women about women or girls, books by women about men or boys, books by women about both; books by men about men and boys etc etc. The Pulitzer Prize came out the worst off, with no books in the last 15 years having been won by a man or a woman writing about a woman or a girl. The Man Booker was slightly better off with two books by women about women. Awards for children and young adults fare much better.<br />
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I decided to check out our own <a href="http://booksellers.co.nz/awards/new-zealand-post-book-awards/2014-winners" target="_blank">New Zealand Book Awards</a> of the last few years. I had long been aware that New Zealand gives its female novelists the honours they deserve when it comes to this award: ten out of the last fifteen fiction awards have been given to women. What I hadn't thought about was the point of view characters of those books. What I found was rather interesting.<br />
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Of the last fifteen award winners, only <i>one</i> is wholly from the perspective of a woman or a girl. What is even more interesting is that the book is by a male author: Lloyd Jones's <i>Mister Pip</i>.<br />
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Out of fifteen books, with ten female authors, ten are from a male perspective, and four are from a mixed male/female perspective. Now I haven't read all the books, so forgive me if I have got any of these facts wrong.<br />
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By men about men: 4<br />
By men about women: 1<br />
By men about both: 0<br />
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By women about women: 0<br />
By women about both: 4<br />
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She then goes on to propose some <a href="http://nicolagriffith.com/2015/05/28/books-about-women-dont-win-awards-solutions/" target="_blank">possible solutions to the problem</a> and also to <a href="http://nicolagriffith.com/2015/05/28/books-about-women-dont-win-awards-solutions/" target="_blank">ask for help in gathering data</a> on this subject. So I'll be sending her a link to this blog post.<br />
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All of this is posted without comment, because to be honest, I don't know what it all means. Do I think women shouldn't write from the point of view of men? I do not! Do I think men should write from the point of view of women? If they want to. Does it say something about our wider serious literary culture that values men's stories over women's? Perhaps. Is it self-perpetuating within the book industry? <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/05/07/coverflip-maureen-johnson_n_3231935.html" target="_blank">Absolutely</a>. What will I do to change things? I have no idea.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-27387821903704558782014-12-14T18:06:00.000-08:002014-12-14T18:15:45.277-08:00On the occasion of my father's 69th birthday.<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As today is my father's birthday, and because I marked ten years since his death by introducing the Michael King Memorial Lecture at this year's Auckland Writers Festival in May, I decided it would be appropriate to post that introduction here. There was so much more I could have said as a tribute to him, but I was limited to five minutes and it was an introduction after all, not a lecture, and maybe the occasion of his 70th birthday is when I will write the essay that expresses everything I have to say about him. But until then, this will have to do. Happy birthday Dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">For those of you who don’t know me, Michael King was my father. It’s hard to believe it’s been ten years since he died, and 11 years since he stood, not on this stage exactly, but at this festival, and delivered his final Auckland Writers Festival address, entitled ‘Maori and Pakeha - which people and culture has primacy?’ It was a typically enquiring, thought-provoking lecture, and it came at a crucial time in a year, 2003, when the issue of race relations in New Zealand needed level-headed commentators. He went on later that year to publish the <i>Penguin History of New Zealand</i>, and to receive one of the inaugural Prime Minister’s Awards for Literature, along with Janet Frame and Hone Tuwhare, both of whom are also no longer with us. To say Dad was taken away at his prime is an understatement. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Dad has been recognised in many ways since he died, but I hold a particular fondness for this lecture. He was always involved with this festival; he loved this festival, and he passed that love on to me, right from the beginning, in 1999, when it was a much more intimate affair than it is today. In fact I grew to love festivals so much, I am now directing my own, in Christchurch. [at this point I could hear Dad’s voice in my head saying <i>plug your festival</i> so I obeyed - it’s what he would have done]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There’s nothing like the buzz of a writers’ festival to enhance father-daughter relations and as we lived in different places, the Auckland festival was a chance for us to catch up and bond. I remember meeting him at the Hyatt, I think it was 2001, and he dragged himself away from the writers’ welcome drinks to have dinner with me. He’d had to excuse himself from talking to a nice young writer he’d met called Jonathan Franzen - had I heard of him? I had. I had given Dad <i>The Corrections</i> the previous Christmas, as well he knew.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Dad participated fully and with gusto. One festival he introduced historian Antony Beevor, who was giving a very serious talk at a dinner at the Heritage. Dad’s introduction was outrageously funny - just as funny as anything at the comedy festival that was going on down the road. I’m not sure what Antony Beevor thought about following on from that introduction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was talking to someone the other day who always remembered my father at the festival, and what good-natured company he was. The festival was a chance for him to get away from his quiet life in the bush, by the sea, and catch up with his many friends and fellow writers. Many people here will remember him, always wearing his cream linen jacket: I thought he only had one of these jackets, which he wore all the time, but after he died I found a whole wardrobe full of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I know Dad would have been honoured to know about some of the people who have given lectures in his name: Deidre Bear, Judith Therman, Hermione Lee and John Carey to name just four. Dad would have been thrilled to see how huge the festival has become, to see so many people caring about books and ideas, and he would have been right in amongst it all. He would have loved sitting down and talking with Eleanor Catton, sharing stories with Alexander McCall Smith, and meeting Huw Lewis-Jones, the “barefoot historian”. Although, to be fair, he probably wouldn’t have bungy jumped from the harbour bridge or gone out to sing karaoke until 4am [all things festival writers did that weekend]. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Thanks again to Anne for inviting me to come here to speak. It’s the best way I can think of to say to Dad, “You… are… missed.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And my father <i>was</i> optimistic and he <i>did</i> like to find the best in people. I’ve lost count of the number of people who have come up to me, often at book festivals, and said “oh, I knew your father; or I met your father once; he helped me enormously with this or that, he was so generous with his time.” I don’t know how he did it - he made people feel that they knew him, because he took an interest in <i>them</i> and <i>their</i> lives. He made <i>them</i> feel interesting. He was inquisitive… curious… a quality I personally hold in high regard. </span></div>
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Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-86592260761502318562013-10-24T16:33:00.003-07:002013-10-24T16:34:40.553-07:00On mess.<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
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don’t know what you’re doing for a long time. It seems like a huge mess
because it is a huge mess. If you looked at the notes from early on in
the writing of this book, you’d think, “This person is crazy. This could
never be a novel.” That’s how all my books have felt when I started
writing them. Trying to explain them to people was like trying to
explain a dream." - <a href="http://www.salon.com/2013/10/22/donna_tartt_the_fun_thing_about_writing_a_book_is_that_it_really_is_a_different_life/" target="_blank">Donna Tartt, a woman after my own heart</a>. </span></span></span></span></h5>
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Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-19037002187725476962013-10-06T17:22:00.001-07:002013-10-06T17:22:22.785-07:00Butterflies, Magpies and Selkies - a talk.This is very late notice, but I am giving a talk to the Friends of Christchurch Libraries tomorrow (October 8), and anybody is welcome to attend. I'll be talking about the research and stories behind my three novels. If you ever wanted to know about the Brazilian rubber boom, taxidermy, Victorian tattooing and Celtic myths, this could be for you. Here's the info:<br />
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Brazilian rubber boom of the early 20th century; <i>Magpie Hall </i></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">(2009), a
story of tattooing, taxidermy and family secrets; and <i>Red Rocks </i></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">(2012), a
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Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-64580973600607192692013-08-12T19:20:00.002-07:002013-08-13T15:47:36.864-07:00Medals and being batsh*t crazy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week, I was honoured to receive The Esther Glen Medal for junior fiction at the <a href="http://www.lianza.org.nz/http%3A/%252Fwww.lianza.org.nz/news/2013/aug/5/matthews-takes-slice-cake-lianza-childrens-book-awards-ceremony" target="_blank">LIANZA Book Awards.</a> It's New Zealand's longest-running literary award - established 1945 - given to "the author of the book which is considered to be the most distinguished
contribution to literature for children aged 0-15, by an author who is a
citizen or resident of New Zealand." <a href="http://www.teara.govt.nz/en/biographies/4g10/glen-alice-esther" target="_blank">Esther Glen</a> was a Christchurch children's writer, who lived just down the road from where I now sit. She was "part of a close and lively literary circle in Christchurch" (which I'm trying to be; if only other writers weren't so busy writing and were more inclined to form a circle. I think I see more writers in Wellington and Auckland than I do here).<br />
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I love libraries and I love librarians, so to be given an award by them is a huge thrill. As I explained on the night, I wrote my last two books in libraries around Christchurch and continue to write there today (I'm at the Tuam Street library right now in fact). I refer to the Tuam Library as my office. I am the unoffical Christchurch Libraries Writer in Residence, having worked in the Central, Peterborough, Shirley, South, Tuam and Sumner libraries. (The only time I don't like working in libraries is when strange men come and sit next to me and pretend to read magazines while staring at me - that just happened. When I moved places, he left. *shudder*)<br />
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When I got back to Christchurch and told my kids I'd won an award, they looked at me blankly. So then I told them I'd won a <i>medal</i>. Now <i>that</i> was something they could relate to. It was a shiny thing they could hold in their hands. They made me take it out of the box, put it on a ribbon and wear it around the house like an Olympic athlete.<br />
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When I accepted the award, I admitted that I was somewhat surprised. Just why I was suprised is complicated. A lot of people - librarians included - have told me they love <i>Red Rocks</i>, but as a good friend once said, writing makes you batshit crazy. You write a book from the heart and you let it out into the world to be read, judged, praised, admired, hurled across the room, depised and loved. You are constantly being compared to other writers, many of whom are your friends, without asking to be. You compete against other writers, many of whom are your friends, for funding and for awards. And inevitably you will sometimes be found wanting. All writers I know can quote whole lines from negative reviews, but they can't quote any from the glowing reviews. Some of my friends will get one bad review and seven great ones; then they will always think of that book as being 'poorly received'.*<br />
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All this means that it pays to have a thick skin. And yet. In order to write, you need to have a <i>thin</i> skin, don't you? If you were not at all sensitive, you wouldn't be aware of all those subtle emotions that go into being human; all the things that you write down to build characters; all the little details you notice about the world and about people that help you build a story on the page.<br />
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I wonder if that's why it always takes me so long to get into something new once I have a book published. I put up my shield and it takes a while for it to come down again. Winning an award like this gives you a boost. It blocks out the negative voices that you think you hear in the opinions of others, but more importantly the ones you hear in your head.<br />
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Anyway, it's given me fuel to forge on. I'm working on an adult novel and a children's novel, so it may be quite some time before they are finished. I've been joking to my <i>Red Rocks</i> fanbase that by the time I finish the next kids' book, they'll all be too old for it. But I hope not. Here's a picture of my glamorous life. The day after the awards, clutching a beautiful bouquet of orchids that I couldn't bear to part with and planned to smuggle on to the plane, outside the Booklovers' B&B in Mt Victoria (where I didn't stay)... waiting for a bus to the airport.<br />
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* For a much more eloquent and entertaining analysis of writers' anxieties and insecurities, I highly recommmend Sarah Laing's graphic blog <a href="http://sarahelaing.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Let Me Be Frank</a>. Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-61167399866912791382013-06-23T19:48:00.003-07:002013-06-24T15:31:59.108-07:00A book tour and some very big weather.<i>I started writing this on Friday, and it is in danger of becoming out of date before I can finish it, so I'm posting it now... will be back soon to add to it.</i><br />
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I am sitting in my brother's kitchen in Wellington on a borrowed computer, waiting for my flight to Christchurch and hoping it hasn't been delayed. I was due to fly out last night at 7.45pm. I had been worried for days that the forecasted snow in Christchurch was going to keep me out; in the end it was Wellington's Big Storm that kept me in.<br />
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And what a storm it was. Pictures emerging this morning were gobsmacking -- of the road torn up along the South Coast, of Island Bay's seawall in tattered chunks. I thought of the children I visited on Wednesday as part of the NZ Post Children's Book Festival week, and hoped that they weren't too scared and managed to stay safe and dry, that their homes weren't damaged.<br />
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Horrible weather aside, I had a wonderful couple of days visiting schools to talk about <i>Red Rocks</i>. I was particularly excited to be going to Island Bay and Owhiro Bay schools, as <i>Red Rocks</i> is set in their neighbourhood. When I talked about my initial idea, about a strange woman walking around the streets looking in people's houses, searching for something (her skin, perhaps), I suggested to the children that perhaps it was <i>their</i> houses she might have been looking into. All the kids were familiar with seals and had been to Red Rocks, and many of the children live on Owhiro Bay Parade, where Jake's dad lives. Lots of them had an idea of which house it might be, but of course the house itself came out of my imagination, based loosely on one I had spotted, which had a sleepout on the hill above it (as a few of them do), a perfect writing shed.<br />
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At Roseneath school I talked about how I had taken some of my father's words, which I talked about <a href="http://soundofbutterflies.blogspot.co.nz/2013/04/good-news.html" target="_blank">here</a>, and put them into Red Rocks. The teacher pointed to the wall behind me, where the exact quote from the Wellington Writers' Walk was pinned. The kids had studied the Writers' Walk, knew the quote well, and had spotted it in the book. I was most impressed. They presented me with a lovely handmade card when I left, which I'll add to my gallery of Cool Stuff Kids Have Made Me and post soon.<br />
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I have a big thank you for John McIntyre from The Children's Bookshop, who drove me around for the day and minded me, and who also managed to sell a few books along the way.<br />
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After Wellington, I was on the train to Masterton, where I was taken out for a very nice dinner by David Hedley of Hedley's Books fame. I was dying for a glass of wine at that point, it has to be said. We had never met before but had plenty of bookish stuff to talk about over a good local Pinot Noir.<br />
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On Thursday I visited three schools in Masterton: Masterton Intermediate, Solway College and Hadlow School. All were fantastic audiences, and I was ably looked after by Penny from Featherston library who tirelessly drove me around.<br />
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<i>That's it for now! I made it back to Christchurch on Friday evening. More soon... </i><br />
<br />Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-6866975184125392572013-06-04T18:26:00.002-07:002013-06-05T14:40:27.630-07:00Avenues.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Avenues</i>, a Christchurch magazine, has very admirably put a writer on their cover - me! I'm very happy with the story, which is one of the more in-depth interviews I've done in my career. It covers all of my books and a bit of my family and personal history, as well as a peek at my taxidermy and weird ephemera collection. And happily, it is available online, right here: <a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/christchurch-life/avenues/features/8741346/Author-Rachael-Kings-latest-title" target="_blank"><i>Avenues</i></a>.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-24829309401780331042013-04-21T17:40:00.002-07:002013-04-29T16:37:44.600-07:00Good news!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am delighted to announce (somewhat belatedly) that <i>Red Rocks </i>is a finalist in the Junior Fiction category of the NZ Post Children's Book Awards. I am the newbie in a line-up of some big names in NZ children's lit - Kate de Goldi and Greg O'Brien, Jack Lasenby, Barbara Else and David Hill. For information about the awards, and to vote in the Children's Choice Award (hint hint) <a href="http://booksellers.co.nz/awards/new-zealand-post-childrens-book-awards/diverse-range-themes-and-styles-where-are-heroines" target="_blank">go here</a>.<br />
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To celebrate I have made a public confession of the secret I planted in <i>Red Rocks</i>. The photo below gives you some clue. To read the secret, and the story behind the picture, go to the <a href="http://booksellersnz.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/rachael-king-has-a-secret-and-shes-ready-to-confess/" target="_blank">Booksellers blog</a>.<br />
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Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-1992226658744048252013-03-13T17:33:00.003-07:002013-03-13T17:35:45.442-07:00NZ Book Month Antics.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's a picture of me*, yesterday, talking to about 90 kids at the Shirley Library in Christchurch. Being as how it is New Zealand Book Month and the theme is "Books Change Lives", I took along a selection of books that changed my life - books I still own from childhood. The kids seemed fascinated to see the small, yellowed, 1970s versions of books they still read today: <i>Danny the Champion of the World</i>, <i>Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator</i> and <i>The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. </i>I also showed them an old copy of <i>Under the Mountain</i> and was very pleased to find how many of them had read it, and how many had seen <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Under_the_Mountain_%28film%29" target="_blank">the film</a>. I was able to tell them about how I auditioned for the TV series when I was 10 years old, and how (in my mind) my chances were thwarted by my older brother, who went on to be the voice of Theo in the Radio NZ version, then to direct and co-write the film all those years later (still rubbing my face in it!).<br />
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I then talked about writing <i>Red Rocks</i> and read a spooky passage. One little girl in the front looked so scared I had to keep reading to the end of the chapter so she knew that Jake, the protagonist, was okay and was not actually murdered by seals.<br />
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We finished up with some questions from the audience and what great questions they were. Unlike adults at literary festivals, kids really don't hold back. The best one was "What do <i>you</i> like about Red Rocks?" which really made me stop and think. In the end, I said I liked how personal a story it was to me, about how much I had unwittingly inserted myself and my experiences into it, and how my two boys, when they are old enough, will be able to read it and I can use it to tell them about my own childhood.<br />
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I'll be doing it all over again tomorrow (Friday March 15th) at Christchurch's South Library, at 11.30am, and very much looking forward to it.<br />
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*Thanks to Zac at Shirley Library for the great photos, and thanks to the library for hosting me.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-83849876699511851612013-03-02T19:06:00.001-08:002013-03-02T19:42:16.592-08:00Happy NZ Book Month.So it's March already, and that means it's New Zealand Book Month. Sure, I know it's now about all books, to get people reading and buying books, but if you do happen to acquire one of those nifty $5 off vouchers, how about spending it on a New Zealand book? You might even discover somebody new you like. Take a punt. All we need is for more people to read and talk about the books that are unique to this country and to banish the 'cultural cringe' surrounding New Zealand books. It worked for music - let's see if we can do the same for books.<br />
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There are lots of fantastic events happening around the country, which <i>are</i> about New Zealand authors. Authors reading, talking and answering questions and if any of them have any special talents, they will probably be on display as well. For more information, you can go the <a href="http://nzbookmonth.co.nz/" target="_blank">NZ Book Month</a> website or specifically to the <a href="http://nzbookmonth.co.nz/section5.php?lln_eventsDate=2011-03" target="_blank">events page. </a><br />
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I'm doing two events: the first is at the Shirley Library in Christchurch, <b>Wednesday March 13 at 11.30</b>, the second at South Library, <b>Friday March 15 at 11.30</b>. I'll be talking about Red Rocks, so it's a good one to bring the kids (ages about 8-12) to. I'll be talking about my inspiration for the story, reading an exciting chapter and answering any questions. I will not have any other special talents on display, sorry. <br />
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I hope to see you there.<br />
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<br />Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-74479986554565017132013-01-03T20:08:00.002-08:002013-01-03T20:08:20.390-08:00Happy New Year.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy new year to you all! To welcome in the new year, here is a pic of the four notebooks I have on the go, each representing a different project I am working on. At the the moment one seems to be taking precedence over the others in the work stakes, but knowing me, and my skittish work habits of late, this could change at any moment. These do not include the other three ideas I would also like to develop this year, each of which is a huge departure for me. Will I find the time? I've already cut back on my huge television consumption and have even started writing in the evenings, which is a first for me, so who knows?<br />
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Maybe this post is the start of a new blogging year. A girl can dream.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-33386640236012240722012-12-11T18:11:00.003-08:002012-12-11T18:58:36.221-08:00My favourite books of 2012. <br />
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favourite books. This was the year that my reading returned to form
after a period of slackness, and I think it’s because my kids are old
enough that I’m not so exhausted that I just fall on the couch and zone out
every night. In 2012 I read, or attempted to read (this was also the year of
not finishing books if I didn’t want to) 26 books. Here are the highlights,
roughly divided into categories. But first, some random facts: only two of
these books are by men; eight are by New Zealanders; six of them are by people I know (one of the hazards of being a writer and a reader in a small country); four of them are
published for children and young adults; four of them were not published this
year; four of them I haven’t actually finished yet but am confident they deserve
their place on here; one of them I listened to as an audio book as I jogged
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Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-12840698496324202012-05-31T19:32:00.000-07:002012-05-31T19:32:43.056-07:00Publication Day!It's here - publication day for <i>Red Rocks</i>. It's always a strange feeling to describe. I sit at home while my book may or may not yet be on the shelves in bookstores around the country. But of course I'm excited, and that's what launch parties are for, to make the author feel like Something Big has happened.<br />
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Speaking of launches, mine is at The Children's Bookshop in Kilbirnie on Thursday, June 7, from 5.45-7.30. Come along for a glass of wine, some nibbles and some electrifying speeches from the likes of me and the fabulous Jolisa Gracewood. All are welcome, but it would also be helpful if you could RSVP to reception@randomhouse.co.nz if you are thinking of coming along so we don't run out of aforementioned wine.<br />
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The wonderful Children's Bookshop is the perfect venue for the launch, as it's a stone's throw away from the action of the story, which is Wellington's south coast.<br />
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I've done a small interview over at the Christchurch Libraries website in celebration. You can read it <a href="http://christchurchcitylibraries.com/Kids/ChildrensAuthors/RachaelKing.asp" target="_blank">here</a>. And in this weekend's Sunday Star Times, I've written a wee piece about the books I loved as a child and the effect they've had on me. Do take a look.<br />
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Hope to see you at the launch, and in the meantime, I'm off for a glass of wine to wet my new baby's head well and truly. Cheers.<br />
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<br />Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-92042388221598734432012-05-07T23:07:00.001-07:002012-05-07T23:07:31.623-07:00Festivals & Festivities.I'm off for my annual dose of literary society - to the Auckland Writers & Readers festival this weekend. I'll be there primarily as a punter, but I will also be chairing <a href="http://www.writersfestival.co.nz/Home/Programme/EventDetail/tabid/57/id/352/Default.aspx" target="_blank">this session</a> with Paula Morris and Stephanie Johnson, which should be lively and intelligent given the calibre of the brains and personalities involved (I'm talking about the writers, not the chair... oh never mind). They have both written wonderful novels, based on the lives of their ancestors and there will be a <i>lot</i> to talk about. I am also looking forward to seeing Jeffrey Eugenides, Emily Perkins, Eion Colfer, Geoff Dyer, Jesmyn Ward, Mal Peet, just to name but a few.<br />
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Then it'll be back to Christchurch to start preparing for the launch of <i>Red Rocks</i> (see below). The official launch will be at the Children's Bookshop in Kilbirnie on June 7, and I'll be posting more details as I have them. I'm hoping then I can have a bit of a break, but things just seem to thunder on and just as one thing falls out of the wagon, another usually jumps in to take its place.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-6009455326802134532012-04-04T18:55:00.005-07:002012-04-04T19:05:46.802-07:00Introducing... my new book.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFtA2l3BIAI/T3z9g_SLyJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ifzry1SEjCA/s1600/9781869799144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFtA2l3BIAI/T3z9g_SLyJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ifzry1SEjCA/s400/9781869799144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727731569293772946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span lang="EN-US">I can finally reveal the cover of my new book, <span style="font-style: italic;">Red Rocks,</span> a novel for children aged 8-12, out June 1. Here’s the blurb: </span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">“While holidaying at his father's house, Jake explores Wellington's wild south coast, with its high cliffs, biting winds, and its fierce seals. When he stumbles upon a perfectly preserved sealskin, hidden in a crevice at Red Rocks, he's compelled to take it home and hide it under his bed, setting off a chain of events that threatens to destroy his family. Red Rocks takes the Celtic myth of the selkies, or seal people, and transplants it into the New Zealand landscape, throwing an ordinary boy into an adventure tinged with magic. With its beautiful writing and eerie atmosphere, junior readers will be thrilled and moved by this captivating story.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It's been exciting watching it come together: first the editing process, then the layouts arriving and needing proofreading. Twice. Choosing a cover design, with lots of back and forth. I love the cover. It's eye-catching and retro looking at the same time, which is kind of fitting, as it's an old-fashioned sort of a kids' adventure, the kind I loved as a child. I see Jake standing in sillouette, very static and grounded on the rock, while he looks out at the wild sky that promises a maelstrom of magical adventure and danger. Will he be tempted?<br /></span></p>Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-88107646654615104622011-10-16T19:29:00.000-07:002011-10-16T20:12:00.128-07:00And so it begins. Again.It feels as though every time I write a new blog post I seem to be apologising for or at least acknowledging the fact I haven't been keeping this blog up to date. So I'm not going to do that this time.<br /><br />What I'm going to write about is new beginnings. Because for the fifth time in my life I am starting a new novel (discounting of course all the false starts I had in my 20s when I should never have been attempting a novel, but counting my first, unpublished novel). What happened to the last one I was writing? Well, if you look to the right of this blog you'll see my 'picometer' widget which has been tracking my progress on the children's novel I was chipping away at. And guess what? I finished it. Quite a while ago actually. And it's going to be published, too, but I'll post about that in more detail at a later date. Let's just say that I surprised myself, because I am always complaining about what little time I have to write with two pre-school-aged (hence the neglected blog) but it turns out that just tapping away a few hundred words here and there <span style="font-style: italic;">actually gets you a book</span>. Admittedly a very short book.<br /><br />What this all means is that I am starting again. I have been <span style="font-style: italic;">trying</span> to start again. But damn, I have just been reminded how damn <span style="font-style: italic;">hard</span> beginnings are. My children's book was actually a breeze in that department. The whole idea came to me while I was out walking one day and I went home and wrote the first chapter. The voice of the story, of the main character, arrived in my head immediately, and once you have the voice, the book just writes itself really. So of course when I had my big idea for my new book, I just expected that I would sit down and out it would come. But it didn't, did it? And then I remembered how long it took me to really get started on <span style="font-style: italic;">Magpie Hall</span>. Months actually. I even wrote about 10,000 words of a completely different book, but that one died a horrible death and <span style="font-style: italic;">Magpie Hall</span> assembled itself from its squashed bones and guts. And it took me so long to find Rosemary's voice. I wrote so much that never made it into the book, just finding my way into her head, into her life. The result being that I knew an awful lot about her, which was a good thing, but at the time it was actually quite painful. <a href="http://soundofbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-moan.html">I moaned about quite a bit on this blog, actually</a>. In fact I started this blog as a diary of writing <span style="font-style: italic;">Magpie Hall</span>, really. Maybe this process will bring me back to this blog as I work through things.<br /><br />So. New beginnings, and lots of words to write that will never make the final cut but which will get me into the head of my character. In the meantime I am learning things about her, and her family, who I think will be quite wonderful. They're already becoming like real people in my mind, just not on the screen. I won't lie, it's an exciting time, but I just have to remind myself that each book is not necessarily as easy as the last.<br /><br />Here's what I'm listening to at the moment in case you interested. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpDjEJnTwHg">Tiny Ruins' </a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpDjEJnTwHg">Some Were Meant For Sea</a>.</span> Sad and sublime. Nothing like a bit of melancholy to get me writing. (In fact, the cover of this album reminds me of my children's novel)Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-80921355553438056172011-07-18T09:00:00.000-07:002011-07-17T20:49:18.448-07:00Upcoming Events and a Catch Up.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnh3t0sxYgI/TiOs3q4lhdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9AGAmKnJkqM/s1600/9780143565567-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnh3t0sxYgI/TiOs3q4lhdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9AGAmKnJkqM/s400/9780143565567-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630534031547663826" border="0" /></a><br />I cannot believe how busy life is at the moment. My poor old blog seems to be the last thing I get to these days after looking after two kids under 5, mentoring other writers for the New Zealand Society of Authors and the <a href="http://hagleywriters.net/">Hagley Writers' Institute</a>, judging the <a href="http://www.bnz.co.nz/about-us/sponsorships/bnz-literary-awards">BNZ Short Story Awards</a> (Novice section), serving on various boards and panels, presenting a citation at the <a href="http://www.thearts.co.nz/news.php&news_id=309">Arts Foundation Icon Awards</a>, being stranded by ash clouds, writing a novel for children, and launching and publicising <a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/entertainment/news/article.cfm?c_id=1501119&objectid=10733576">The Silence Beyond: Selected Writings by Michael King</a>. Twitter suits me well these days, as instead of sitting down and composing a post I can just go blah! on Twitter in thirty seconds (and you can <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/rachaelking70">follow me here</a>), on everything from books I'm reading to those pesky earthquakes. But don't worry, this isn't a death of the blog announcement, it's a quick update of where I'm at, with some links, and an announcement of some upcoming events to keep me even busier.<br /><br />But back to <i>The Silence Beyond</i>. A slightly revised version of the introduction I wrote appeared in the Listener a while back. It is available to read online <a href="http://www.listener.co.nz/culture/books/the-silence-beyond-selected-writings-by-michael-king-with-an-introduction-by-rachael-king/">here</a>. It says everything I want to say, really. I am very happy with the book and its reception so far. I will be discussing the book, the process of assembling it, and Dad's work, with Lloyd Jones at an event in Christchurch on July 27th. More information can be found on the <a href="http://www.chchwritersfest.co.nz/article.php?category=42&article=266">Christchurch Writers' Festival website</a>. Lloyd has kindly offered to take a break from his hectic schedule, between Bougainville and Hobart, to help give the wearied book-lovers of Christchurch something to look forward to. The festival is putting on other fantastic events too, throughout August and September; information can be found on the website.<br /><br />A few days after that, I will be appearing as part of Great Lake Tales in Taupo, in an event at the Hilton on July 31st. I'll be talking about how I started writing, and the process of writing and researching my two novels, <i>The Sound of Butterflies</i> and <i>Magpie Hall</i>. I might even read from my current project, a children's novel called <i>Red Rocks</i>. More information, and details of a bookstore signing, can be found <a href="http://www.taupofest.co.nz/">here</a>.<br /><br />Things should settle down a bit after that, and with more writing time I hope to devote more time to writing about writing ie keeping this blog active.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-70990924949652674602011-05-26T20:11:00.000-07:002011-05-26T20:49:17.072-07:00Andrea Eames*.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQFBalWumm8/Td8b0CssuJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Zd2sVg2iJ9E/s1600/036c-lis-23-april.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQFBalWumm8/Td8b0CssuJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Zd2sVg2iJ9E/s320/036c-lis-23-april.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611234241618426002" /></a><br />When I was the writer in residence at Canterbury University in 2008, part of my job was to make myself available to creative writing students who might want to talk to me and ask me advice. Only two students ever contacted me. One of them was Andrea Eames.<div><br /></div><div>She emailed me and asked if she might come and have a chat to me. We made a time and when it came I opened the door to a beautifully dressed young woman with brown hair (I know it's now blonde). The chat turned into an hour's conversation. Andrea was writing a novel, had nearly finished it in fact, and wanted some advice about getting agents and publishers. I took a copy of her manuscript with no promises that I would be able to read it. It's a cliche I know, but Andrea, in that fusty old English Department, really was a breath of fresh air. We bonded over our love of vintage clothes and blogging (it turned out that Andrea has an <a href="http://acatofimpossiblecolour.blogspot.com/">extremely popular blog</a> about, among other things, fashion, or more specifically, style). I showed her some swing dancing videos, which were my obsession at the time. We talked about writing, and books, and probably a whole lot of other things. She utterly charmed me and I think the next morning I made just that little more of an effort when I got dressed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Andrea was just 23 (I think) at the time, and she gave me a little information on her background. I immediately asked when we met if she was English, because of her accent, which I couldn't quite place, but she was actually from Zimbabwe (she also revealed to me the shockingly ignorant questions people sometimes ask her when they hear where she is from, which I won't share). Her novel was based on her experience growing up under the Mugabe regime.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, thus far, I knew I liked Andrea very much, and I knew she had some incredible material for a first novel, but could she write?</div><div><br /></div><div>Uh, the answer was a resounding <i>yes</i>. I read the first few chapters of her book and I didn't hesitate, when it came time for Andrea to send it out into the world, to recommend her to my London agent. My agent was similarly impressed and took her on immediately. Before long she had a book deal with a highly respected London publisher, Harvill Secker. I was so thrilled for her and couldn't wait to read the finished novel in proper book form.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a bit of a wait. But nearly three years on from that first meeting, the book is out and I am happy to report that it is wonderful. I was gripped from beginning to end, and couldn't wait each evening to fall into bed with it, to find out what was going to happen to Elise and her family, and to experience the world she brought to life, like magic, using only words. How could someone so young be so astute, so intelligent, bring so much? I'll tell you. Bloody hard work. And a sharp mind, and a good heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please go and buy <a href="http://www.listener.co.nz/culture/books/the-cry-of-the-go-away-bird-by-andrea-eames/">The Cry of the Go-Away Bird</a>. You will not be disappointed. </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0o8f8KaLIQ/Td8cEyor0BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Uueq-WKrhxo/s1600/Cry-The-Go-Away-Bird-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0o8f8KaLIQ/Td8cEyor0BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Uueq-WKrhxo/s400/Cry-The-Go-Away-Bird-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611234529364398098" /></a><br /><br />*note the outstanding taste in publicity-shot headgear.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-73970377491199758692011-02-25T20:46:00.001-08:002011-02-25T20:47:44.398-08:00We are safe.Just a quick sign-in to let readers know my family and I are all safe after the Christchurch earthquake. One day I may recover enough to write about it, but for now we're taking it day by day. Huge virtual hugs to others in Christchurch and around the country affected by this terrible disaster.<div><br /></div><div>xxxx</div>Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-64625379803860835902011-02-09T01:16:00.001-08:002011-02-09T01:16:46.136-08:00My website is now fixed!As you were. Thanks for visiting.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-6648200725578335362011-02-07T16:19:00.000-08:002011-02-07T16:20:56.041-08:00My official website is down.Apologies to anyone trying to get into my official website - it seems to have been hacked by someone nasty. The situation is being remedied and business should be resumed soon.Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-5513687490196621342010-11-26T18:01:00.000-08:002010-12-06T15:16:26.238-08:00In which two lady novelists converse about writing.<div><br /></div><div>If you liked <i>The Sound of Butterflies </i>do go and buy Kelly Ana Morey’s excellent novel <i>Quinine</i>. I am not saying they are the same book, far from it. But the two books share an exotic, steamy and Edwardian setting, pockets of natural history and, admittedly, a fair bit of transgressive behaviour.</div><br /><div>It took me a good few weeks to read (not because the book was slow – I am just slow these days), and I looked forward to getting away from everything and getting into bed with Marta, an Austrian who marries a man she doesn’t love in order to take off for more exotic climes, in this case Papua New Guinea, then German East Neuguinea. I’m not going to give you a plot summary, as plenty of overwhelmingly positive reviews have done (<a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/books/news/article.cfm?c_id=134&objectid=10687756">here</a> for starters), but will say that Kelly Ana has created a complete world, with some extraordinary, and never overwhelming, descriptions and some vivid, flawed and loveable characters. She has also done what all good historical novelists need to do, which is hold back on throwing in too much research. As <a href="http://www.emmadarwin.com/">Emma Darwin</a> once said to me: “If you’re thinking about my research as you’re reading, I haven’t done my job.”<br /><br /></div><div>As a quick aside, I have to mention that the book has been ill-served by bad proofreading. In many places, it looks as though the editor has made changes to a word, but the original word has been left in alongside the new one. And this book deserves a beautiful, lush cover. It doesn’t have one. What a wasted opportunity.<br /><br /></div><div>But those are minor negatives. <i>Quinine</i> is an interesting, easy read, written with sly humour and a love of good character. I had a number of questions for Kelly Ana when I finished it, and in keeping with our tradition (see earlier editions of <i>Black</i> magazine for similar conversations for my book <i>The Sound of Butterflies </i>and her book <i>On An Island, With Consequences Dire</i>) she kindly agreed to answer them for me and let me post them on my blog.<br /><br /><i>RK: Did you feel that </i>Quinine<i> was still the best title for the book once you'd finished, given how much the book had changed (an understatement - I read the first chapter once that was in the first person, narrated by a girl in Samoa waiting for her father...? Kind of magical realism?)<br /></i><br />KM: Absolutely, I never considered any other title. It’s just such a great word.<br /><br />It did change so much, you’re right. I was so ambitious. But by the time editor Anna Rogers took me in hand I was ready to settle for writing a reasonable good book about three people with a beginning, a middle and an end.<br /><br /><i>RK: Been meaning to ask... did you sign up for word of the day and then set yourself a challenge to use every word in </i>Quinine<i>? There are more than your usual amount of unusual words in there. Spotting them was like part of a game.<br /></i><br />KM: Last Christmas I spent five days reading the dictionary and created a <i>Quinine</i> lexicon… Anna took tons of them out. The words I really loved were the animal descriptive words like vulpine, murine, lupine and psittacine ... only a few of which made the cut. A<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">nd isn't 'a gallimaufry of gimcrackery' the best way ever of saying, a pile of shit?</span><br /><!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--><br /><i>RK: It is. What do you think of the idea that if someone is thinking about your research while reading (ie 'gosh, this is meticulously researched') then you haven't done your job properly?<br /></i><br />KM: Ah yes, we – editor, two readers and me - had many conversations about that. Readers were fans, editor not so much, so in the end I used my research in a way that I would like as a reader which I think is all you can do. And some of the stuff that I made up I presented as researched, like when the Germans are interned at the hospital in Kavieng, which probably did happen, but I don’t know for sure.<br /><br />There was also an awful lot of research that didn’t make it … I, for example, know rather a lot about how coral atolls are formed. I was really enchanted, editor, again not so much.<br /><br /><i>RK: Ah yes, the coral! The coral death scene is a masterpiece. I wanted to ask about whether you had swiped that from a real-life event - did they used to have dynamite the coral? - or if you just decided that a gruesome death was necessary and made it up. I love beautifully written gore.<br /></i><br />KM: I needed to kill Bernard and I wanted his death to have that element of complete farce about it, and I do love a good explosion. The idea of dynamiting the coral was more practically driven because that eastern coast of Nuemecklenberg is totally locked with coral, which is why Bulominski’s road was built, and I needed Bernard to be able to get the copra of the plantation, and I had read about dynamiting the coral, which they still do. Strangely one of the few memories I do have of my early childhood are of the coral reefs around New Ireland and the extraordinary sea life they contained. That scene was one of the easiest to write, I do like me a good killing.<br /><br /><i>RK: Also, I love that you made up the hospital thing, as well you should. That's why I get annoyed when people praise novels for being well-researched (almost a back-handed compliment) because... well, how do you know? How do you know I didn't just fudge the whole thing convincingly? The work is in creating a believable world, not in doing research. Anyone can do that.<br /></i><br />KM: I made most of mine up in the end because all I had was one book of historic photographs with really good captions and the Queen Emma biography. Also I have never been to Vienna and can only assume that the storerooms in the natural history museum were originally in the basement. Sometimes you've just got to temper it all with a bit of commonsense I think. But making stuff up, yeah that’s my job.<br /><br /><i>RK: It was quite unusual to get flashbacks and backstory for quite a main character (Royal) so near the end of the book when things are usually building up to a climax. What was the thinking behind that?<br /></i><br />KM: One of my readers went through one of the very last drafts and marked in the times when she started to get bored, and I wrote all of the back stories, which were originally twice as long in one 10 day marathon, and then broke them up and dropped them into the text at those points. I think the back stories work in themselves, and I think my instincts were sound in that you have to change it up when the reader is starting to get bored, but I definitely needed to write more and incorporate them better into the over all flow of the text. Even I went WTF when I was reading the galley and the lady novelist came up … strangely no one’s given me any grief about this.<br /><br /><i>RK: I love the lady novelist section, although you're right - it does seem to have been written separately. But I don't mind this as it's as though you've dropped in a pastiche of bad romance novel, and that was consistent with the playful aspects of the novel.<br /></i><br />KM: One of my favourite novels is <i>Angel</i> by Elizabeth Taylor (not the actress one) which was first published in 1957, which is loosely based around the life of Edwardian romance novelist Marie Corelli. It’s monstrously funny, and I think every lady novelist should read it as a cautionary tale. So, yes, ripping off the style was all part of it.<br /><br /><i>RK: I’ve read and loved </i>Angel<i>. I also saw the film of it recently and it was dull in comparison, although I have picked up some good tips on how to dress as an eccentric lady novelist. Of course when reading about your lady novelist and her brother, I couldn't help think of the brother and sister in Byatt's </i>Angels and Insects <i>(or </i>Morpho Eugenia<i> as the novella is called) and that led on to thoughts of the film version, with Patsy Kensit. So your lady novelist became a pouty Patsy in my mind.<br /></i><br />KM: Strangely enough I didn’t read <i>Morpho Eugenia</i> until after I finished <i>Q</i> … imagine my surprise. But I do wonder if some of my love affair with Antonia is that she writes about all the things I love, is a relentless post-modernist and she’s quite prurient. I’m reading <i>The Children’s Book</i> at the moment, which is essentially about childhood sexual abuse (they didn’t put THAT on the blurb) but written in this lovely restrained, arts and crafts, literary kind of way. It’s just the quiet tragedy that stalks the book and slowly destroys lives.<br /><br /><i>RK: Christo Matthews is a wonderful, vile character. Are all your ex-boyfriends going to be immortalised in your books?<br /></i><br />KM: Only the ones I really like. Chris [Matthews] still hasn’t read it, but I know he’ll love it.<br /><br /><i>RK: I was amused when someone called your book 'more authentic' because you had lived in New Guinea as a child, but you have said that you can't actually remember it. I can't remember anything from when I was 3 or 4. Are you going to milk it anyway?<br /></i><br />KM: The authentic thing is odd isn’t it? I’m a writer and I think part of my job is to explore worlds beyond my own experience … you know, stretch myself a bit.<br /><br />It wasn’t until I sat down and actually engaged with the location that I realised that I didn’t remember a thing about the East Neuguinea time because I was so young. Like you with T<i>he Sound of Butterflies</i> I found [TV reality show] Survivor, in my case Samoa, really helpful in terms of understanding how the land sits between the sky and the sea, the way the sky looks when there’s an approaching storm, and the way trees grow … all that stuff you have to get right.<br /><br />I’m not going to milk it, but you think my publishers might have huh?<br /><br /><i>RK: You chose quite an old-fashioned narrative voice - the omniscient narrator. Was this so you could talk about things the characters couldn't know themselves? Or perhaps because you wanted one over-riding voice to the novel rather than the voices of individual characters? Or was it just one of those things that happened all on its own?<br /></i><br />KM: It is a very old-fashioned novel definitely. Probably my biggest failure as a novelist is structure. It has to be simple. I also have a tendency to wander within the narrative, which I really like, but because of this too, the narrative has to be quite simple. Also because the reader has to take a lot that is completely foreign on board with <i>Q</i>, as well as the subplots, I couldn’t expect them to work any harder by processing multiple POV’s. And last of all – multiple voices, are you mad? So hard. No, I like being an all seeing judge and jury.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TiwT1nacSk/TPBqsOLpNPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yDukIPghmzU/s1600/Quinine%2Bcover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TiwT1nacSk/TPBqsOLpNPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yDukIPghmzU/s320/Quinine%2Bcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544048449246803186" /></a><br /></div><div><i>* Quinine by Kelly Ana Morey, published by Huia, $35.<br /></i><br /><br /><br /></div>Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-29540723409380597542010-11-11T15:46:00.000-08:002010-11-11T16:24:55.289-08:00Short stories vs novels.Well, I'm back to writing. Hooray! Life has been rather busy, what with two children and earthquakes to deal with. My spare time has been taken up over the last few months by a project involving the writings of my father, which has been very exciting, but I am glad that for now my part is over, at least until there are proofs to look at. Watch this space.<div><br /></div><div>For the second time this year, I have been commissioned to write a short story. People wrongly assume that short stories are easier than novels. They often think shorts are what you write while you're 'learning' to write a novel. Certainly my novelist apprenticeship involved a lot of short story writing, but the reason I don't write them very often is that they are hard. Much harder than novels in my opinion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, the main reason I don't write shorts is the same reason I don't really like reading them these days: I prefer to really lose myself in a story, over a long period of time. But at least with a novel, you only have to come up with a good idea every few years, which is about how often I come up with good ideas for short stories. I realised yesterday why I find them difficult, too: it's because the most important part of writing a novel for me is finding the voice or voices of the narrators. Once you have established them, the writing often takes care of itself. So with a novel, it might take me months to get the voice right, a slow process of writing and rewriting the first few chapters. I also get hundreds of pages to explore an idea, or many ideas, to follow it to all its possible conclusions.</div><div><br /></div><div>But when you're asked to write a short story, and given a few weeks to do it, you think - oh, a few weeks, that's a few hundred words a week, that's easy. But that doesn't take into account the time it takes to establish that voice, not to mention that single, powerful idea that is central to the story. It's worth mentioning at this point that I am compelled to write short stories about once every three years, when a voice pops into my head. So, as you can imagine, trying to <i>find</i> that voice can be quite frustrating when there is a time limit and when you have a few precious hours a week away from family commitments.</div><div><br /></div><div>As an example, earlier this year I was commissioned to write a story for the <a href="http://www.scapebiennial.org.nz/">Scape biennial</a> at the Christchurch City Gallery. It was to go into the programme, and I was given the theme of the exhibition - Christchurch in the future - and asked to come up with whatever I wanted. Scape was to have taken place in September but a certain seismic event not only meant that it couldn't go ahead to plan, it also meant that many of the works were, well, a little obsolete, since they were dealing with cityscapes and where Christchurch as a city might be headed. In fact, the house I imagined my character living in, on Madras St, now has yellow tape around it and a red sticker on the door, and in reality, all her preoccupations would have heavily shifted after the quake.</div><div><br /></div><div>But back to the writing of the story: I had very little time to myself at that point, but I really wanted to be involved as it was such an exciting project, and I was actually quite flattered to be asked. So it wasn't just a matter of handing the kids over to hubby for a couple of hours in the weekend and sitting down at my desk to let the words flow dutifully from my fingers: I had to actually come up with an idea. And that took weeks. It took a lot of walking around the city, listening to music, picking up books to read - basically everything except writing. I had a couple of false starts too. I was getting quite desperate. Then, after the deadline had passed and I as starting to feel quite queasy - boom! - up jumped the idea and the voice followed soon after. I was saved. It was a breeze after that.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I'm getting at though, is that the initial work that went into massaging that idea out of my head was as arduous as it is for any novel. So I prefer to write novels because by the time I have finished one, the next idea has already come along - well, you'd hope so, wouldn't you, when it's usually three years between novels? But those shorts... to write them, to write them <i>well</i>, is a damn sight harder. Maybe if I went back to reading shorts I would get more into the swing of them, take pleasure in the crafting of something so small. But I do love novels. And anyone who thinks the short story is the poorer, littler cousin of the novel... think again.</div>Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16175404.post-71444884967197069602010-10-28T02:36:00.000-07:002010-10-29T20:10:52.406-07:00Earthquake.<blockquote>That was when it happened. My hand rested on the glass and the window began to hum. I felt it pass through my fingertips, up my arm and down to my toes. The rest of the room began to gently rock, as if the house were a giant that I had disturbed from its sleep; it shrugged its body from side to side and my heart pumped so hard I could feel blood pulsing in my face. It was the sound that disturbed me the most, as it travelled across the plains towards me, was all around me for a second, then travelled on through, a low throbbing.<br /><br />“Letting off steam,” I reminded myself and lay back down on the bed. Even though I knew it was an earthquake, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that the house had caused it somehow.<br /></blockquote>No, this isn't one of my diary entries from the last few weeks but an excerpt from <i>Magpie Hall</i>. Rosemary is dogged by earthquakes, a (rather obvious perhaps) metaphor for her own sense of instability.<div><br /></div><div>Then Dora, the wife of Rosemary's great-great-grandfather Henry, experiences firsthand the Canterbury earthquake of 1888:<br /><blockquote>Dora is startled awake by her bed shuddering across the room. In the fog of sleep she thinks she is back on board the ship that she and her father took from England last year, but within moments she knows this is not so. The earth, which had been shrugging and sighing the evening before, has finally given in to its anger and heaves the house from side to side. Its wooden structure creaks and groans; her washbasin falls from its stand and smashes. She curls into a ball and clutches her knees until it subsides.</blockquote></div><div>The house she lives in survives the quake, but part of the house that is to become Magpie Hall falls on its owner, killing him, thereby freeing it up for Henry Summers to buy and repair it. I couldn't help think of Magpie Hall as I looked at pictures of the beautiful Homebush Station, brought to its knees. Magpie Hall would not have survived. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TiwT1nacSk/TKVWCfKH-OI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LPcpFJQN0JI/s1600/quake5-1688k36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TiwT1nacSk/TKVWCfKH-OI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LPcpFJQN0JI/s320/quake5-1688k36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522915118763473122" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>It's now October 28th, and I have been unable to bring myself to finish this post. Lack of time certainly, but also the enormity of writing about the experience. Here's what I wrote a few days after the quake: "It's taken a few days for my nerves to calm down enough to sit still and write some thoughts about the Christchurch earthquake that hit us at 4.35 am on Saturday. I am still in shock to be honest. We came out of it unharmed, with moderate damage to the house, but going through a 7.1 earthquake messes with you. It's hard to explain, but physically and mentally I have been feeling the way I felt in the days after my father and step-mother were killed in a car accident, and I put it down to the physiological effect of unexpected trauma. Long term, who knows? I will probably recover more quickly from this as there isn't grief on top of shock."</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I have recovered. I left town for a week with with my kids to calm my nerves, and it helped enormously. Now that the promised 6 point something aftershock is a distant possibility, I ride them with more excitement than terror. Last week, I was at the gym when the big 5.0 aftershock hit, and the plate glass windows flexed while the rest of the building jiggled around as though it was made of cardboard. The noise was nearly drowned out by women screaming but I felt oddly calm. I called my son's creche to be told they had all been sitting down to lunch and had dived under the table. There were no tears, thanks to the calming influence of his teachers. When I picked him up and asked him what had happened that day, he told me he'd had yoghurt for lunch. When I said "what else?" he said "oh, there was an earthquake." I am proud and thankful that my kids are not living in fear.</div><div><br /></div><div>Elsewhere in Christchurch, people aren't so lucky. The houses in my neighbourhood have mostly just lost chimneys, but one of the things I mourn in all of this is the loss of the character shops, not just in St Albans, but all over Christchurch. You know, the little brick shops that in the old days would have been the butcher, the fish shop, the green grocer. Now, the shops that are gone are the dairy, the hairdresser, the shoe shop, the Thai restaurant. Around one corner from us is the the cafe I used to stop in on my way to the bus when I was writer in residence at Canterbury; next to that, the tattoo shop, Ink Grave, where I did my research for <i>Magpie Hall</i>. After the quake they looked like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TiwT1nacSk/TMjt-l69C4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Q3UViJR9xSc/s1600/edgeware.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TiwT1nacSk/TMjt-l69C4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Q3UViJR9xSc/s320/edgeware.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532933801811708802" /></a></div><br />Now they are gone. Thank god it didn't happen when all those lovely folk were at work. How could they have survived? This is the scene all over Christchurch, shops that for some reason seem to mostly be local fish and chip shops and Chinese takeaways, probably because the rent was cheap. I shudder to think what will be put up in their place.<div><br /></div><div>Plenty of people have written about the earthquake, so I'm going to finish up and finally post this. It will make way for my blog to open up now that I'm writing again. I can stop thinking about it and turn my mind to book and writing related things. But first, I just want to mention the people who still can't flush their toilets, who still have to wash their dishes in a bucket because there is no wastewater, and those who can't return to their homes at all. I actually cried the other day when I walked past a beautiful two-storey brick villa in my neighbourhood. When I first saw it months ago, I thought, what lucky people, to live in such a beautiful house. That house now has yellow tape around it; one upstairs wall has fallen off, the others are cracked beyond repair.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also want to mention the people whose businesses have suffered, either because their buildings are unsafe, or because their shops are right next to those that are being demolished. Because it must seem to all those people that to the rest of the country, and the rest of Christchurch, life goes on, while their's are still hanging in limbo. And I want them to know that I am thinking of them and hoping that things will get better soon.</div>Rachael Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07690377694600952816noreply@blogger.com10