The boxes are piled high, after being carried up too many flights of stairs; their weight is a stark reminder of the growing mass of your book collection. Your attachment and inability to throw books out seems infantile. Your insistence on bringing your entire Harry Potter collection with you was balked at by your parents, [...]
You’ve arrived in Wellington, new or returning, or perhaps you never left. Your summer has been full of boozing and binge-watching every TV show you could. Your soul is drying, and is in desperate need of some cultural hydration. Bookshops are a doctor-approved remedy for the dissolute student. Below are four of the best bookshops [...]
Best New Zealand Books of 2014 (so far), compiled by Nina Powles, Ben Speak and David Williams
It was getting dark, but through the branches of the kowhai tree I could make out all the jagged, narrow streets of Kelburn, the same streets where many characters in The Red Queen happen to live.
I love it when a new poet publishes their first collection and it scatters itself all over the place. Some might say this is the mark of an immature poet, but I disagree.
This year in Salient, I’ve forced a lot of poetry on you. I’m not ashamed. Poetry deserves to be read by more people. It longs to be read by young people just like us.
There are two types of Haruki Murakami novels. One is the surreal story in full magical-realist style, narrated by an alienated urban man. The other type is the story of an alienated urban man with some surreal descriptions or anecdotes thrown in. Colourless is of the latter type, but I wish it was the former.
waha | mouth is Baker’s third poetry collection. True to its title, it’s full of sounds and spoken words and stories passed from mouth to mouth. Reading these poems on the page is different from listening to them, but one word springs to mind: texture.
This is the special circle of internet hell where you’ll find a book called Aardvarks After Dark by Michael Gould. I use the word ‘book’ liberally. It’s a 140-page-long list of ‘imaginary book titles’, drawing on some kind of wordplay. Except wordplay is usually witty and clever and pun-tastic. Aardvarks After Dark is none of these things.