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BOOKS @ VOLUME #21 (29.4.17)
OCKHAM MELEE & KAHLUA LOUNGE. Thursday 11 May, 5PM. Come along and find out more about the finalists in the Ockham New Zealand Book Awards and the Acorn Foundation Fiction Prize (the winners will be announced on May 16th). Come armed with your preferences or with an open mind. Our OCKHAMETER will be open on the night (but, why wait?). Be in to win a copy of each of the winners! >> You might like to do some preparatory reading. [The Kahlua Lounge is our answer to the Baileys Prize's 'Baileys Lounge'].
Come and pick up a copy of our latest NEW RELEASES bulletin, or click through to our website to scroll though it on-line. Find out about the latest titles at VOLUME, books either anticipated or surprising - just out of the carton. Books can be reserved or purchased via our website (and sent anywhere). ![]() |
Colm Toibin’s The House of Names is a retelling of the myth of Clytemnestra, a story of revenge, violence, pain and love. Agamemnon, her husband and king of Argos, is losing the Trojan campaign. When he calls on the gods for help, they insist that he needs to sacrifice his daughter, Iphigenia. By trickery, on the pretext of a marriage, he convinces Clytemnestra to bring their daughter to the coast, where the troops wait at the mercy of the gods for more favourable winds. There, Iphigenia is sacrificed, slaughtered along with heifers and other animals. Her mother is imprisoned below ground in a small cramped hole for several days. Pulled from this prison, ridiculed and grieving, she is sent back to the palace, where, unsurprisingly, she plots the revenge of her daughter’s death, cursing her husband and the gods who she casts aside. She releases the dangerous prisoner, Aegisthus, and takes him into her confidence and her bed. When Agamemnon returns victorious from the Trojan wars with the beautiful Cassandra in tow, he is blind to his wife’s desire for revenge. A poisoned net and a blade are his downfall - he is killed at his bath. A feast is held for the triumphant troops and Clytemnestra lays out the bodies of Agamemnon and Cassandra, their throats slashed - she has avenged her daughter’s death and should not be crossed. Alas she rules only by fear and the brutal influence of Aegisthus, who is quickly gaining the upper hand in this twisted tale of revenge and rule. Yet there are other players here too, Orestes, the son - innocent, yet contaminated by the wrong-doing of his family; and Electra - spiteful, cunning and cold-hearted - playing a long game in the shadows. She despises her mother for murdering her father, is fearful of the hateful Aegisthus and his power over the palace, and is ever loyal to the King, her murdered father. So much drama, so many voices screaming for revenge and power cast across a panorama of violence and death. When we turn to Orestes’ story it is a relief to be sent into exile with him. As a child, Orestes witnesses Iphigenia’s death. He is kept in the dark about many things but bears witness, as the reader does, to the machinations of others. Before his father returns from Troy, he is whisked away by Aegisthus on the pretense of safety - kidnapped and imprisoned with other boys of his age. Here he meets Leander. They escape and form a close bond over the many years that they are in exile. Both know they will return, one to seek answers, the other to lead a revolt. Not always aware of their motivations or knowing who to trust, Orestes pays a heavy price at the hands of those he is closest to. Toibin creates a beautiful relationship between the young men, one that will be tested by circumstance and ultimately derailed by the cycle of violence inherent in their lives. Gripping and dramatic like only a Greek myth can be, Toibin also creates serenity within this chaos. Written from the various viewpoints of Clytemnestra, Orestes, Electra and Iphigenia, he weaves a vivid tale that won’t disappoint.
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![]() ![]() ![]() | We have had some excellent children’s illustrated non-fiction arrive recently. For those fascinated by outer space, there is a great new book from Martin Jenkins with excellent Stephen Biesty illustrations: Exploring Space: From Galileo to the Mars Rover and Beyond is informative and appealing. From Galileo's telescope and early astronomy to the birth of flight, the Space Race and life on the Space Shuttle, to what future space travel will look like, this book will spark the imagination and intrigue those that look towards the stars. The wonderful cross-section drawings of Biesty’s detailed illustrations add that magic touch. For those that would rather keep their feet on the ground, who are keen on the environment and nature, The Book of Bees! is a stunner. Author Piotr Socha is one of Poland’s most popular cartoonists. A graphic designer and illustrator, he is also the son of a beekeeper. The Book of Bees! is filled with excellent historical detail, delightful and informative facts about the humble, but ever necessary, bee; and all this is wrapped in wonderfully designed and illustrated package. A standout book that will delight children and adults alike. Also not to be missed for animal lovers: Dieter Braun's Wild Animals of the North and, available from June, Wild Animals of the South.
{Reviewed by STELLA}
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![]() | Liquidation by Imre Kertész {Reviewed by THOMAS}
“Man, when reduced to nothing, or in other words a survivor, is not tragic but comic, because he has no fate. This is a paradox, which manifests in him, a writer, simply as a problem of style.” The absence in the heart of this novel is a supposed novel written by B, presumably concerning B’s childhood in Auschwitz (Kertesz himself was an Auschwitz survivor), but not able to be located amongst B’s papers by his friend, editor and literary executor, Kingbitter, after B’s suicide. Just as the absent novel dominates this novel, the absent B dominates the other characters and their relationships with each other: Kingbitter, reader at a publishing house about to close; Judit, his ex-wife and Kingbitter’s ex-lover; Sarah, his lover and wife of Kurti. The novel opens in the third person as Kingbitter reads a play found among B’s papers accurately describing conversations that happened after his suicide a decade ago. Kingbitter’s memory of the actual events and B’s work of literature depicting them (or predicting them) proceed in tandem until the novel switches into the first person as Kingbitter describes how he was subsumed by B to the extent that Kingbitter becomes the passive reporter on the events of B’s life and the circumstances of his suicide. Kingbitter surmises that B. kept contact with Judit, a doctor, who supplied him morphine, and confronts her. The novel switches first into third person again, and then to her narration as she addresses her new husband and explains how she burnt, unread, the novel B. sent her on his suicide with a letter requesting her to do so. Kingbitter is excluded from this narration and unaware of it, and the book eventually, after tarrying in B’s play version of the life that continued without him, returns to Kingbitter again in the third person. B’s Auschwitz novel, though absent, though destroyed, though impossible in any case, is still the animating force of this one, which, after all, is about the impact of Auschwitz upon B’s life and idea of life, and upon those who knew him. A suspicion develops in the reader, though it has of course been there right from the start, that B is in fact the author of this novel and that Kingbitter is merely a character, and that perhaps Liquidation is the novel B has left behind after his suicide after all, a novel projecting the impact of his death. “Only from our stories can we discover that our stories have come to an end, otherwise we would go on living as if there were still something to continue (our stories, for example); that is, we would go on living in error.”
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| How Should a Person Be? A novel from life by Sheila Heti {Reviewed by THOMAS} What is the relation between the real-life Sheila and the Sheila of this book, her real-life friend Margaux and the Margaux of this book, between Heti's other real-life friends and acquaintances and their counterparts in this book? These are not interesting questions (unless you happen to be Sheila’s demon-lover Israel (in which case, serve you right)). This book is at once an excoriating self-examination, a pitiless self-satire (although it may in fact not be as satirical as it seems to be) and an unforgivably self-indulgent exercise in self-exposure (and is these things all at once and not by turns). You will be irritated by Sheila, but she is irritating in pretty much the same way that you are irritating to yourself, and you will grow tired of Sheila, but in the same way that you grow tired of yourself. You will put the book aside, but, without really knowing why, you will keep coming back to it in pretty much the same way you keep coming back to vaguely important but imprecise and somewhat irritating aspects of your own life. Sheila nobly asks herself “How should a person be?”, and gets the same unsatisfactory, earnest and ridiculous answers as you would get if you asked yourself the same impossible question. The book contains passages of painful honesty and of vapid bullshit (both at the same time, mostly), and beautiful, sad and hilarious passages, too (again, beautiful, sad and hilarious all at once and not by turns). By asking big questions in a life that contains only small answers, Sheila holds herself up to show us that we don’t know how to be, or how to make our lives the way we want them, or even to know what we want with any sureness or consistency: “Most people live their entire lives with their clothes on, and even if they wanted to, couldn’t take them off. Then there are those who cannot put them on. They are the ones who live their lives not just as people but as examples of people. They are destined to expose every part of themselves, so the rest of us can know what it means to be human. Some of us have to be naked, so the rest can be exempted by fate.” |
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A History of New Zealand Women by Barbara Brookes {Reviewed by STELLA}
A History of New Zealand Women is a major narrative history. Professor Barbara Brookes' achievement is phenomenal, spanning two centuries from 1814-2015. Looking at our society through the stories of women, the book tells the political and social history of New Zealand from a female perspective. In the early chapters Brookes covers Maori women’s place within Maoridom and early Paheka contact, early settler roles as missionary wives and traders, the colonial era where roles for both Maori and Pakeha women were altered by the circumstances of a new country, the tensions that arose and the changes to female roles either by design or necessity. The tone is perfectly set - readable, interesting history with enough analytical depth and a wealth of knowledge that places this work among our best histories. The overarching themes are dotted with specific examples of women and their lives in early New Zealand, giving both a depth of analysis and fascinating insights on a personal level, bringing history alive. These vivid accounts are well-illustrated with photographs, sketches, paintings, and maps on most pages. The book is laid out chronologically and moves through periods in a rational progression from colonial settlement to new government to the turn of the century, the world wars and the times between, the moral liberations of the 1960s and 70s and into the more contemporary histories from the 1980s onwards. Brookes explores a multitude of themes, focusing on the ever-changing roles and expectations of the female population, including the impact of the land wars, the challenges and opportunities for migrant women, the political role of women, the changing nature of the family and the place of women in the workforce. There will be women you know of in this book; you will be introduced to many more who have made a contribution to our history, whether this is at an international level or on the ground, fighting for equality or as successful cultural contributors or as stalwarts of fair and frank discussion or as representatives of the everyday. A History of New Zealand Women is an important and fascinating account of the lives of women and a valuable to contribution to herstory.
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![]() | Home-Made Europe: Contemporary folk artifacts by Vladimir Arkhipov {Reviewed by STELLA} If you like poking around at auctions or in second-hand shops and at the recycling centre at the dump (lovingly referred to as 'Mitre 11' by some) for odd contraptions, or if you are even a maker of DIY solutions, you will enjoy Home-Made Europe. In this illustrated book, the author Vladimir Arkhipov from Ryazan has travelled across Europe seeking examples of idiosyncratic objects. On each page of this book, an object is presented with an accompanying photograph of the maker and text explaining the purpose of the object. The objects themselves as a photo essay are compelling, but it is in the text that the passion for making, for creating from scratch or for cannibalising other objects, and the pleasure and pride in creating a successful and useful object is revealed. Some things will be familiar - examples of Go-Karts made from old prams, bits of wood and odds and ends - others will be bizarrely ingenious. A fire-fuelled heater made from old pipes and an engine from an old wall-mounted air-conditioning unit that looks like something you might find in a scrap pile but can, in fact, heat water. A Ski-Bob made from a bicycle frame, some chunks of wood and parts of a ski. An oddly leaning ladder of welded together pieces of scrap metal initially for cutting back vines - the ladder looks as though it would hardly stand let alone take a person’s weight. A grill made from a cluster of tea candles huddled beneath a tangle of wire which is a work in progress for cooking a corn cob (adjustments are required): “ It doesn’t taste so good, it tastes like it’s not completely cooked.” Delightfully made, the aesthetic of these objects is clumsy, quirky and oddly appealing, reminding us that there is a place for the home-made, for folk art in a time of slick, mass production. |
![]() | Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin {Reviewed by THOMAS}
Fear (as opposed to anxiety, terror, horror, angst and its other cousins) clarifies perception and heightens the significance of details, much as does good writing, building an electrostatic charge which almost craves, yet ultimately resists, the release offered by the revelation of the feared. Schweblin’s short novel is like a Van de Graaff generator, building a textual charge that can be felt up the spine long after the book is finished. The book sustains three narrative levels most of the way through: Amanda, a woman apparently on her deathbed in a clinic, is urged with increasing intensity by David, someone ostensibly a child, to narrate a seemingly recent series of events when Amanda, who was on holiday with her young daughter Nina in the environs of a small Argentinian town, spent some time with Clara, the mother of her interrogator. The third narrative level is provided by Amanda reporting the stories told to her by Clara, largely concerning David’s contact with the environmental poison that contaminates the whole novel and is the cause of the deaths of animals and humans in the area and the cause of deformities, illnesses and eldritch personalities among the children who survive. A fourth narrative layer is occasionally provided by Amanda reporting Clara’s reports of things told to her by her husband. In the surface layer, David’s demeanor, demands and speech are very unchildlike, bringing into question his status as a child, and also the length of time since the events narrated by Amanda occurred. He seems very like the part of an author that drives the narrating part to narrate and we cannot be sure how much of the story has a ‘factual’ basis. In addition, the narrator is apparently suffering a high fever, and the heightened but narrowed perceptions destabilised by hallucination, or by the uncertainty about whether what is perceived is a hallucination or not (which is the most frightening thing about hallucinations), combined with the compelling fear is both typical of fever and a further destabilisation of the narrative. Towards the end of the book, the David character ceases to question Amanda, and Amanda goes on, unguided, to narrate her husband’s visit to Clara’s husband some time after, presumably, both Amanda’s and Clara’s deaths, a visit that she cannot know about, further undermining the veracity of the narrative and deepening doubts about Amanda’s relationship to it. Amanda’s story demonstrates that being within ‘rescue distance’ is not enough to save those we love when the world is saturated in literal and metaphorical poisons, and we lose those we love by letting them slip from their places in our narratives and losing the specificity of their identities.
Fever Dream has just been short-listed for the Man Booker International Prize.
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300 Arguments by Sarah Manguso {Reviewed by THOMAS}
“Think of this as a short book composed entirely of what I hoped would be a long book’s quotable passages,” states Manguso in one of the 300 aphorisms and ‘arguments’ (as in ‘the argument of the story’ rather than a disputation) that comprise this enjoyable little book. Indeed the whole does feel as if it bears some relation to another considerably longer but nonexistent text, either as a reader’s quotings or marginalia, or as a writer’s folder of sentences-to-use-sometime or jottings towards a novel she has not yet written (“To call a piece of writing a fragment, or to say that it’s composed of fragments, is to say that it or its components were once whole but are no longer”). Many of the aphorisms are pithy and self-contained, often dealing with awkwardness and degrees of experiential dysphoria (so to call it), and other passages, none of which are more than a few sentences long, are distillates or subsubsections of stories that are not further recorded but which can be felt to pivot on these few sentences. Some of the ‘arguments’ reveal unexpected aspects of universal experiences (“When the worst comes to pass, the first feeling is relief” or “Hating is an act of respect” or “Vocation and ambition are different but ambition doesn’t know the difference”) and others are lighter, more particular (and, I'm afraid, a few do belong on calendars on the walls of dentists’ waiting rooms). Some of the arguments are just singular observations: “The boy realises that if he can feed a toy dog a cracker, he can just as easily feed a toy train a cracker” or “Many bird names are onomatopoeic - they name themselves. Fish, on the other hand, have to float there and take what they get.” To read the whole book is to feel the spaces and stories that form the invisible backdrop for these scattered points of light, and the reader is left with a residue similar to that with which you are left having read a whole novel.
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Swallowing Mercury by Wioletta Greg {Reviewed by THOMAS}
Cleanly written and quickly read, this novella conjures a series of presumably autobiographical vignettes from Wiola’s childhood in a village in rural southern Poland in the 1980s, when tradition, superstition, Catholicism, poverty and Communism had roughly equal pulls upon village life. To say the book is without residue is not to say it is not memorable; the moments caught in Greg’s deceptively simple prismatic prose are clear and vivid and the development of her individual character from childhood into adolescence against the adult world and its limitations is subtly and convincingly portrayed.
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ringe Festival (29 April - 7 May). We have 'adopted' Mr Beckenbauer's Unfortunate Encounter with Enlightenment by local youth theatre company Ironic Theatre of the Absurd, but there are lots of other excellent shows and workshops, too. We are also supporting the Nelson Fringe Visual Arts Project.