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AuthorJolene Williams

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March 2, 2009

Everything you’ve heard about Eleanor Catton is true. She is, quite simply, amazing. And her debut novel The Rehearsal has got critics, readers and writers alike all atwitter with excitement. Catton graduated from Bill Manhire’s Creative Writing Course in 2007 and already has a string of successes to her name. Her latest achievement is a […]

September 25, 2006

Alexander McCall Smith certainly knows how to reel in his target audience. What thirty year old female in search of an easy read, is going to bypass McCall’s latest book with its candy floss pink cover and seductive title: Friends, Lovers, Chocolate? Despite being on the right side of thirty, I held high hopes for […]

September 25, 2006

Some guy has been living in Charles de Gaulle airport for eighteen years. After six hours in Luton airport, curled up in a ridiculously uncomfortable seat, I felt sure I was at least halfway there. You see, airports are not made for sleeping.

September 4, 2006

It was blasphemous really. Here I was, living the Kathmandu dream and gallivanting around Europe. Yet all I could think about was home. And how nice it would be to just… sit… still. Sleeping outside train stations, paying for cold showers and eating jam for lunch ceased to carry an exotic charm.

July 17, 2006

It had taken me a good twenty minutes but I had figured it out: “Perdón, de dónde esta la oficina de informacion por favour?” Subtitle: “Excuse me, where is the information office? Please dude, check this out, I’m speaking Spanish”.

April 3, 2006

“No darling, I’m off to Paris for the weekend, but it’s been an absolute pleasure”.

March 20, 2006

Dark, sparse and chilling. There’s something intriguing in the way contemporary New Zealand literature revels in societal unease; the way it rejects the ‘land of milk and honey’ illusion and, instead, delves into the tension, violence and horror of the suppressed. Chad Taylor’s Departure Lounge thrives on this unease.