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Monday, August 24, 2026

Something New

   We feature each fortnight Nicholas Reid's reviews and comments on new and recent books.  

CITY OF WIDOWS by Nadia Hashimi ( Harper-Collins NZ$66.99 )


Let’s be honest. How many of us know anything about Afghanistan? I always knew that Afghanistan has Pakistan on its right and Iran on its left and a little bit of Russia on its north. I know this because I have often looked at maps. And I did know that in the 19th century both the British Empire and the Russian Empire tried, without success, to take over or tame Afghanistan. But as for more recent history I have only a very limited knowledge of Afghanistan. So before I read Nadia Hashimi’s novel City of Widows, I checked a number of things. The recent history of Afghanistan goes something like this. Russia invaded Afghanistan in 1979 and took over until they retreated in 1989. While the Russians tried to allow girls to go to high-school and university they found themselves against a growing Islamic Republic of Afghanistan which was made up of many different ideas – most wanting democracy. At the same time there were the Mujahideen insurgents who harassed the Russians… and then there was the Taliban, which can only be seen as an extremist version of Islamic ideas. While some women were accepting the idea that men only could become politicians, doctors, etc. more women were wanting their place in the nation. At first it seemed that the Taliban would accept a place in the parliament , but it was soon clear that the Taliban wanted to take over. At which point the U.S.A. invaded in October 2001 and stayed there for some years. There was an Afghan National Army ready to fight the Taliban and there was a Female Tactical Platoon which was trained by the Americans. And that is my account of what happened.

So to Nadia Hashimi’s novel City of Widows. Hashimi lives in America and she is the daughter of Afghan immigrants. The story she tells – in all 418 pages of it – is very much a feminist story, with an emphasis on how the intelligent women got by when it was clear that the Americans were about to withdraw. Some people still think that the Taliban will not take over but will become parts of the government.

There are some dominant women. There is Rahima who had been a warrior but her child was locked up. She is one of the many women who want to know where their fathers are. Many people shout Allahu Akbar in the street [God is Great] but “The Taliban have usurped the phase, manipulated the devotion into a battle cry.” There is also a brave woman called Mina who runs a radio bulletin explaining how the Kabul could still be saved by the Afghan National Army. At one point the Taliban almost break into her station, but they are repelled.

But the major character is Marjan. Even before the Taliban took over, Afghan men took it for granted that they were able take children away from a mother without her consent.  As one character says “Birth certificates intentionally did not bear a mother’s name until only a year ago, and many still grumbled about the impropriety of seeing a woman’s given name on an official document.” Marjan has a little girl called Hawa. Marjam’s husband was Abdul Khalig who was something of a thug when he wanted to be. Marjan decided to get her little child away from Abdul Khalig but “every mother in Afghanistan knew that in the rare case of a dissolved marriage, the law sided with men in the issue of custody.”… so Hawa was put into orphanages, much as she did not want to. But at least she could keep in touch with her child.

And there is a side of Marjan that we understand only gradually. Marjan has had  training as a member of the Female Tactical Platoon – attached to the Afghan National Army, as taught by the Americans. She has been a soldier. But her first priority is to save and look after her child. Hawa grows… and as she does … so do more and more people think that once the Americans leave, the Taliban will destroy anything like democracy.

But who have the documents that would allow one to board an American plane? There are armed members of the Taliban, waiting outside the perimeter to check documents and ready to grab anyone who says something they do not like. There are two incidents in this novel where Marjan, with her child, tries to pass the perimeter. The first time there is a very huge crowd of people waiting and waiting… and then a fanatic Talib throws a bomb into the crowd, killing many and no more people are allowed in. The second time Marjan and her child do get through…. And there follow conversations among those women who had been able to get to the American planes… and they have much to say about how terrible the Taliban regime will be for women.

Nadia Hashimi has written a clear account of what life was like for women  in Afghanistan and it is understandable that she presents Americans positively. At the same time, I can’t help remembering seeing on television the horror of crowds desperately running along runways in the hope of being taken on board… and being ignored. It is very like what happened when the Americans left Vietnam…

Any main flaw? It is not only rather too long, but often it is written in the present tense which can be confusing.

Something Old

    Not everything worth reading is hot off the press. In this section, we recommend "something old" that is still well worth reading. "Something Old" can mean anything from a venerable and antique classic to a good book first published year or two ago.  

THE DEFINITIVE JUDGEMENT OF GEORGES BERNANOS’S WORKS                                            [No other judgement will be accepted.]

 

 For the last nine weeks I have read my way through all the novels by Georges Bernanos with one exception – the first novel he wrote, L’Imposture, appaired in 1927. It was about a priest who had lost his faith and set out to recover it. Regrettably I was not able to find a copy of this novel. But I did read and commented on all his other seven novels. To give my own view of this novels, it goes like this:  Sous le Soleil de Satan (Star of Satan),             Nouvelle Histoire de Mouchette (Mouchette) and his masterpiece Journal d’un Cure de Campagne (The Diary of a Country Priest) are his three most readable novels, all of them dealing with mis-treated women, a lack of charity and a need for saintly help. (Priests are essential in two of these novels.).   Un Crime (A Crime) is lighter, being a whodunnit, very readable but also laced with religious ideas.  The two most difficult of his novels to read are Les Tenebres (Joy) and Monsieur Ouine (The Open Mind), the first riding on long philosophical conversations and the second being filled with characters who come and go for little reason.   As for Un Mauvais Reve (Night is Darkest), his posthumous novel, it is often reviled because it was not polished before he died; but I champion it because it is the only novel in which Bernanos not only criticised himself but he also looked at the young Parisian men who have big ideas of themselves but go nowhere - the tale of nihilism.

So much for my round-up of Bernanos’s novels. But there was much more to the man. To begin with there were the many other non-fiction books he wrote. Most famously was his Les Grande Cimetieres Sous la Lune, in which he condemned the violence and murder Franco was using in the Spanish Civil War. Then there were the many historical books that he wrote, two of the most thoughtful being The Great Fear [about what happened during the French Revolution] and Joan of France. He wrote his play Dialogues Des Carmelites, about the murdering of nuns in the era of The Terror. Later it was turned into an opera by Poulenc.

Bernanos, still living in Brazil, wrote very long essays during the Second World War, aimed at making sense about what was going on in France and other parts of Europe. Letters to the English was published in December 1940. Letters to the Americans was published in September 1941. Letters to the Europeans was published in November 1941. Overall these essays were made part of his Plea for Liberty, hoping that Europe would become democratic but also preserving its traditions. But after the end the Second  World War he had to write what was the most and difficult long essay Reflexions sur le Conscience Francais, in which he had to deal with how there had been heroes and partisans in France, but there had also been many French collaborators and members of the Vichy regime… and the mass of the French simply hoped for the best and sat back.

To put it simply – Bernanos had some ideas on the importance of France, but he was not so deluded as to imagine that France was unique in its many flaws. He was equally aware of the importance of religion. But, if you have been annoyed by the many religious matters in his novels – and especially the Catholic ideas – he at no time said his priests were perfect, and you can find in his novels corrupted priests.

     

Something Thoughtful

    Nicholas Reid reflects in essay form on general matters and ideas related to literature, history, popular culture and the arts, or just life in general. You are free to agree or disagree with him.   

                                                             HOME HORRORS

It doesn’t rain. It pours. You know the old idea. One damned thing comes after another. So here I go with my tale of woe. But don’t worry. It ends well… sort of…

Four weeks ago I underwent a colonoscopy. This is not surprising. Other members of the family into which I was born regularly have had colonoscopy’s. Our forebears were prone to being killed by cancer.  So in I went, this being the third time I was to have a colonoscopy. There is always trepidation in entering a surgeon’s room, so of course I thought for the worst… but that was nonsense. Of course I was knocked out by the anesthetics so that when I woke up I was happy and smiling. No pain whatsoever.  The surgeon told me that he had snipped off three little polyps, but for the rest I was in good health. So my bowels were in good order. 

So that was four weeks ago. But more recently was something far more annoying.

My good wife teaches piano to young students… and alas, some of them bring coughs and sniffles with them. So one day my wife came home sniffing and coughing and blowing her nose… and the sniffing and coughing and blowing her nose continued for more than a week with her throat being raw. Now we sleep in the same bed and I was sure that I was not going to catch her ailment simply by looking the other way. For a week it worked – I was in good health. And then I got the evil bot - dripping nose, endless coughing, phlegm and an endless use of handkerchiefs until I realised that it was better to use throw-away tissues. But I coughed so much in the night that I moved to a different bedroom so as not to wake my wife. It’s strange but true that coughing is most violent in the night and various medicines went down my gullet to help me out. Some angry words did not help me out.

I’m glad to say that the horror has mainly gone now. As I sit here I write and then look out the window and see a blue sky and feel a warm sun. Life is good – or it seems to be.

Next time I will try to deal with something more important – like the intelligence of ants.  

 

Monday, August 10, 2026

Something New

   We feature each fortnight Nicholas Reid's reviews and comments on new and recent books.  

TE TIRITI, EQUALITY AND THE FUTURE OF NEW ZEALAND DEMOCRACY by Dominic O’Sullivan (Auckland University Press, NZ$39:99)

            How can we really understand and interpret the Treaty of Waitangi? What influence does it now have on us and is it still relevant? Does anybody still think that once the treaty was signed it was adequate to say “we are now one people” Maori and Pakeha? Surely not. And there is also now the fact that Maori rights are being more fully understood and used than before. Many people have asked these questions, but Dominic O’Sullivan takes a very different approach. He is interested in how New Zealand / Aotearoa can and should become a commonwealth, a democracy in which both Maori and Pakeha participate evenly.  Dominic O’Sullivan often refers to CTA [Critical Te Tiriti Analysis], looking closely at how the Treaty of Waitangi should now be interpreted and how it can enlighten us. So far so clear. But there is a major problem. Te Tiriti, Equality and the Future of New Zealand Democracy is very much a work for academics. Back in 2023 I reviewed on this blog Bain Attwood’s  A Bloody Difficult Subject, about the Treaty of Waitangi. In 2025 I reviewed on this blog Eric Olssen’s The Origins of an Experimental Society. Both were scholarly and thoughtful, but I made it clear that inevitably they would probably be read only by specialists and students. I must say the same about Te Tiriti, Equality and the Future of New Zealand Democracy, but in this case the language is even more specialist. So, rather than giving my opinions, I will present O’Sullivan’s ideas by quoting what I believe are his major ideas.

            On his opening page he reminds us that the idea of the Republic is that there is no one person ruling. He says “the book’s ambition is to help shift the treaty discourse toward the development of a republican commonwealth”. On page 7 he says “This book’s overarching question is… how might all and not just some people – Maori people as much as anybody else – reach a point where they can say that New Zealand is recognisably ‘owned’ by everybody, and that their share in an ownership is and meaningful and worthwhile…” And on the same page “Racism’s ultimate expression is a political order where some people do not count. Some people not counting is not compatible with democratic values. Those values are sometimes rashly and incoherently co-opted into the argument that equality means sameness of a kind that supposes cultural homogeneity: the presumption that equalily means ‘everyone should look and think like me.’ ”

            In Chapter Two page 27 he discusses “Partnership and Sovereignty”. He opposes the idea of the Treaty as partnership which diminishes opportunities for Maori self-determination.  The Treaty does not mention partnership.  The Crown is not, in fact, a routine protector of Maori interests.  It repeatedly fails as a protector of rangatiratanga or as a site for the meaningful expression of Maori citizenship.  The Crown may, however, be more of a political than constitutional impediment to an inclusive state with power and responsibility distributed as Te Tiriti imagines.  So, it may be, as Shore and Kawharu (2014) suggested, that the ‘discourse of the Crown’ is ‘an impediment to constitutional reform’ (p. 32).  Furthermore, they argue, the Crown itself is a ‘legal fiction’ and a ‘shape-shifting’ symbol whose definition is obtuse and whose meanings vary according to context’ (p.17).  Its value may be its location ‘above the fray of every day political interests’ (Shore & Kawharu, 2014, p.27).” Personally I agree entirely with what Dominic O’Sullivan is saying here. Further he says [Pg 30] “The Crown is, in effect, the government of the day.  The king enjoys no legal, political or even moral power to exercise the personal responsibility that might be read into the original Te Tiriti text.  No monarch, since 1840, has intervened to protect Maori people from stage aggression or intrusion into their lives. Te Tiriti’s influence is only ever the product of legislation, judicial interpretation and moral persuasiveness.  No monarch has or could have shown a personal political interest.” I interpret this to mean that the idea of “The Crown” is a fiction… and [unlike polite O’Sullivan] I would go further and suggest that New Zealand / Aotearoa would be better if we became a republic. However… [Pg 64] “A republic that simply replaces the king with a citizen as head of state would miss the opportunity to consider republicanism’s particular liberal emphasis and how it might support a stronger democracy – one based on a conception of Te Tiriti concerned with secure independence and meaningful inclusion rather than binary conflict.  From this perspective, republican’s value is not so much its presumption that a citizen, not a king, will be head of state, but its presumption that non-domination is the organisational principle that should determine how public institutions work and relate to citizens.  Changing the head of state may be minimally disruptive.  However, self-determination requires profound conceptual disruption.”. Further [Pg 69] “It does not matter whether it is the king or a New Zealand citizen who is head of state.  I propose that interpreting Te Tiriti to imagine New Zealand as a commonwealth means that it reflects neither a homogenous one people nor a state where people are partners in a racially constructed binary order – an order where rangatiratanga is for us and provides the only space where we may exercise authority because kawanatanga is exclusively for them.  Instead the commonwealth could allow Te Tiriti to be more clearly expressed as an instrument concerned with who makes decisions, how, why, where and for whom, so that a genuine common good is upheld.  This would mean political possibilities are not framed through the always shifting and obscure lens of the Crown as sometimes friend and usually foe.  The commonwealth also means that as participants people may expect fair influence over setting the policy agenda – in other words, deciding what governments do, what is set aside and what is done by others.”

            The main point in these quotations is…[Pg 79] “A commonwealth, in its truest sense, means that the colonial construct of race should not be used to rank people on a continuum of human worth, whereas colonialism either divides people in that was or assimilates them through the systematic undermining of culture and independent identity.  Undermining may occur by setting illiberal boundaries on what is acceptable in public life – for example, by proposing that it is unreasonable for people to own land collectively or to privilege its environmental or spiritual value over corporate profit.  Instead, the relational justice that the commonwealth might support means that Indigenous claims on the state ‘are not only about compensation or reparations, but also about the terms of association between them and the colonial state.  The injustice of expropriation of Aboriginal lands, for example, is not only about the dispossession of property, or the violation of negative rights of non-interference, but a violation or denial of just terms of association.’ (Ivison, 2002, p.100)

[Pg 99] “Participatory parity may give effect to differentiated citizenship by protecting independence and ‘voice’ (Fraser & Honneth, 2003).  It means that people contribute to public life with parity of esteem. As a starting point, participatory parity rationalises a Maori entitlement to contribute to public decision-making according to their own values and aspirations.  It presumes non-domination and a meaningful share in government.  It presumes that participation from one’s own cultural perspective is a determinant of liberal equality.  People cannot be required to express themselves in languages and according to value systems that are not their own.”

[Pg 113] “Tikanga matters as a lens through which people think and reason about what policy is for and what it should achieve.  New Zealand’s stable and ordered political environment makes it conducive to thinking about what tikanga means in practice, even with prejudice as a strong counter-influence.  The political environment also supports examining what it means to say that liberal democracy should, according to its own tradition, protect people from perpetual exclusion.  Excluding tikanga means excluding people.  With reference to selected cases heard by the Waitangi Tribunal, this chapter shows how and why tikanga is necessarily a constituent of political equality and guards against exclusion.  Tikanga is, then, a precursor to democratic legitimacy, and to what makes the commonwealth capable of non-domination. The commonwealth is an entity that works for everyone, because it is everyone.”

[Pg 132] “Colonialism does not expect public policy to work in favour of Indigenous people and tends, in fact, to explain policy failure as a product of human deficiencies.  It may do so because public policy is neither neutral nor objective.  It is not necessarily made to serve an agreed public good and may be set to respond to the essential colonial assumption that some people’s self-interest may override what might be objectively defined as fundamental human rights, such as the rights to property, culture and self-determination.  It manufactures crises to assert colonial authority as political ‘actors use framing strategies to (re) allocate blame for politicised incidents’ (Brandstrom & Kuipers, 2003 p. 282). Furthermore, ‘the reality of the crisis can only become (partially) accessible through some kind of mediation, through its performative construction by populist discourse’ (Stavrakakis et al., 2018, p.9).

[Pg 166] “The amended Local Government Act 2002 should, therefore, begin with the assumption that Maori people are citizens and thus shareholders in the powers and responsibilities of local government.  They are consequently entitled to see their values and aspirations reflected in how government works and sets and implements policy priorities.  Their ultimate expectation is for the system to work in their favour as much as it does for anyone else. There is a presumption of equal political standing that contrasts with junior partnership as a lesser standing, requiring some people to be located on the margins of decision-making, akin to the role of a stakeholder in someone else’s project.”

[Pg 190] “Democracy means that people may hold whichever opinions they like. Nobody is compelled to offer reasons chosen only because others find them acceptable.  Just as democracy cannot tell people what to think, it cannot prescribe the intellectual process one would follow to reach a position.  Indeed, people may choose no intellectual process whatsoever and simply make rash decisions based on emotion over reason.  Policy proposals concerned with protecting Maori rights are routinely opposed from this perspective, but the deliberative democratic presumption is that a policy proposal is likely to be objectively better if the political system encourages reasoned objection, reasoned support or reasoned refinement.”

[Pg 191] “Public participation and consultation are established features of New Zealand’s liberal democracy.  The citizens’ assembly shows explicitly that democracy does not belong only to ‘them’ in a ‘them’ and ‘us’ binary and provides an instructive foundation for thinking about what it means to practise equal tikanga in public decision-making.  More important are the principles and processes of deliberative reasoning that it raises, which could also be applied to other institutions of the republican commonwealth.”


            Now while I have been cherry-picking quotations from Dominic O’Sullivan’s book, I might have missed some of his most important ideas; and certainly his concerns about Maori inclusion is important.

            Having said all this, in its style it really is a hard book to read.

Something Old

  Not everything worth reading is hot off the press. In this section, we recommend "something old" that is still well worth reading. "Something Old" can mean anything from a venerable and antique classic to a good book first published year or two ago.  

UN MAUVAIS REVE by Georges Bernanos [First published in 1950 in France]. First published in English in 1953 as Night is Darkest

            Un Mauvais Reve had an odd history. Originally it was going to be a larger part of his earlier novel Un Crime [reviewed on this blog]; but his publishers thought it would be too long, so they told him to re-write it. Only some years later did he pick up what he had meant to write originally. Georges Bernanos died of cancer in 1948 and Un Mauvais Reve was published in 1950. There has been some controversy as to whether Un Mauvais Reve was not yet completed and it is true that the novel that we now have is divided into two parts, the second part being relatively short. Unlike many of his novels, Bernanos does not set this novel in a rural town, though there are some sequences out of the city near the end. Most of the novel is set in Paris, and the major characters are sophisticated – or at least they think they are. Given the milieu, some reviewers have suggested that Bernanos was deliberately copying the style of the likes of Andre Gide and other writers who were always looking for prestige. But what he is really doing is mocking himself, as we shall see later. Note too that this novel does not deal with religious ideas – at most, towards the end of the novel there is a brief moment when a priest goes by, but that is all. One other point – the English title is Night is Darkest. This does not really say what the original French title means. Un Mauvais Reve means A Bad Dream and we are left to consider much of the novel is a bad dream. So at last to one of my long synopsis.

            Monsieur Emmanuel Ganse is a novelist who has been writing for years. Indeed  many of his novels, which were once popular, are now seen by many as old-hat – but he thinks that he is still a major intellectual. [This is where Bernanos is deliberately mocking  himself.] He has three secretaries, the aging Madame Simone Alferi and two young men who are cousins, Olivier Mainvilles and  Philippe. The novel begins with Olivier writing a letter to his aunt in which he says that Ganse’s works are rubbish and he notes that Simone Alferi seems to know everything and all the nasty things that go on in Ganse’s home. But [conveniently] Olivier happens to leave his letter on Ganse’s desk… and of course Ganse finds it, reads it, and later in the tale he more-or-less rebukes Olivier without exactly firing him… but he is out of favour. Olivier is an orphan, but he is hoping that he will get a rich heritage from his grandmother. Meanwhile he has little income. Phillipe tells Olivier to be careful about how he goes because he has being using drugs, but Olivier says that he does not want to be “one of those mediocre puppets” who are trying to tell him what to do.

And it is at this point that we learn that Simone Alferi has had many men in her life… and Ganse had failed to seduce her. The fact is that she is currently Olivier’s mistress… and she takes in drugs galore, pumping in cocaine and frequently injecting herself… and Olivier is taking the habit himself.  I did say that there was a whiff of decadence didn’t I? Olivier is a resentful young man, thinking that he should have that heritage he longs for. He is, in fact, like Stendhal’s Julien Sored or Dostoievsky’s Raskolnikov – young men who think they are superior than other people and have the right to take whatever they want. By contrast, Philippe is a thoughtful young man, but always unhappy, wandering about and thinking of killing himself. On and off, both young men follow such fashionable things as Communism and Nihilism… Meanwhile Ganse, now unsure of his works, goes to see the psychiatrist Lipette. The psychiatrist basically tells him that his novels are really mere versions of himself.  Ganse has a different view, and says so. “I haven’t got faith. I was born and I shall die a free-thinker and a rationalist… I can pull myself together”… but after this talk the phone rings and we learn that Philippe has just committed suicide.

There follows a kind of flashback about how Philippe killed himself. It was in a room where young rowdy men were talking about Anarchism and Communism. Both Olivier and Philippe leaned towards Anarchism, but Philippe shot himself elsewhere after talking with Olivier . And how does Olivier react when he hears of Philippe’s death? He says that “I don’t care a damn about Philippe when all is said and done! He has committed suicide to annoy and humiliate me. Yes I know how stupid that sounds. I tell you he killed himself for no other reason” But later he starts thinking that he might kill himself. Not sure what to do, Olivier goes on a very long walk. It rains, it is cold (it’s winter). He thinks things over… but after he has woken in a hotel, he still wants to take a long journey… what really is his purpose in life? He has still not worked it out…

And then we find ourselves in a very different situation. This is where we come to Part Two of the novel. Away from other characters, Simone Alferi decides to commit murder by killing Olivier’s grandmother who has not yet given him his inheritance. So she sets off by herself through different places [mainly rural] leading to Olivier’s grandmother… and this part of the novel gives us every step she takes. Indeed Bernanos describes the mountains and fords and small hamlets and railway-stations that she passes through. And of course  pumping in cocaine and frequently injecting herself as she goes her way. She is sure of herself… but then don’t junkies think they know what they are doing? And here she passes briefly a young naïve priest and they say some polite words, but naturally she hates priests. And she gets to the house where Olivier’s grandmother lives and…

Now wait a minute. Did you really think that I am going to tell you how it ends? This is exactly what I said when I reviewed Un Crime. It is a crime story but, like a good whodunnit, you have to work it out for yourself and what it all means. At the same time, I have to suggest that this novel was probably not fully worked out by Bernanos before he died. So we are left hanging. And yet please remember the title of the novel - Un Mauvais Reve meaning A Bad Dream. Simone Alferi’s journey could be just a bad dream, the type  of thing that would go through the mind of a disordered brain – like that of somebody who uses too many narcotics… like Simone Alferi.

            Un Mauvais Reve did not sell well when it was first published. If Monsieur Ouine was an enigma, then for some readers Un Mauvais Reve was even more baffling. Was it a crime story or was it a psychological study? Certainly the novel contains many conversations of the style where there is much pretentious philosophy used by young men including the ideas of Olivier and unhappy Philippe. This can be irritating for most readers. And yet I still see Un Mauvais Reve as one of  Bernanos’s most interesting novels. On one level he was ridiculing his own works – not because he was refuting his works, but because he was making it clear that all writers can have their pompous moments. But more importantly he was doing what he had never done before. He was dealing with the decadent Parisian intellectual writers who write to no purpose and he was aware of the type of the nihilism that many young Frenchmen took up after going through both the First and Second World Wars. 


 

Something Thoughful

   Nicholas Reid reflects in essay form on general matters and ideas related to literature, history, popular culture and the arts, or just life in general. You are free to agree or disagree with him.   

                                                           VERBAL NAUSEA

I do not know what part of New Zealand you come from, but I know that we have just gone through a very cold spot. In the South Island there was not only snow but freezing ice on windows and cars. Roads became impassable, cars skidded and ran into one-another, some were injured and of course it became difficult to go to work and take the children to school. On the south part of the North Island, things very cold too with some snow and frost and even in Hamilton things were very cold. We Aucklanders were warned that things would be very cold… but as it happened the sky was blue for most days up here, though when it came to night we too turned on our heat-pumps in the evening and later cuddled up in bed with extra blankets. So that is winter.

I am writing about this because for once our woefully bad TV six o’clock news got it right. For once we were given full information about the situation, the weather, the roads that could not be used, what was coming etc. I write this because too much of the so-called  six o’clock news is not real news at all. We are told that we are getting an hour of news, but in fact much of it is filled with trivia. Too often we are given tripe about some pop or rock musicians who are visiting New Zealand  - which means merely advertising – and fillers about nice people who are doing nice thing in small towns. Surely this should be put in the seven o’clock show that follows the news. Then there is the fact that the last 25 minutes of the so-called  news is taken up with sports; and recently I have noticed the way that the same images and stories from Sunday are used again on Monday, presumably because there are not enough reporters working on the job. What is really missing? It is detailed information about what is happening in the wide world – what is happening overseas – perhaps because footage is not available or perhaps our “news” cannot pay. And then there is the very limited information about New Zealand politics, sometimes given in the form of pointless “vox pop”. And did I notice the number of advertisments that butt in?

So why do I bother watching the six o’clock news? I watch it so that I can legitimately swear loudly in the living room about the inane reportage that we are given -  before I eat my dinner.

 

Monday, July 27, 2026

Something New

  We feature each fortnight Nicholas Reid's reviews and comments on new and recent books.  

PORTRAIT by Jackson McCarthy (Auckland University Press, $NZ30) ;  SALT QUILT  by Airini Beautrais  (Te Herenga Waka University Press $NZ30:00 ); WATCHING TELEVISION IN A LOVE MOTEL by Haro Lee (Te Herenga Waka University Press $NZ30:00 )

 

In his debut collection, Jackson McCarthy deals with loneliness, love, memory and the city. Being part Lebanese, Maori and Pakeha, he has a unique view of New Zealand. It could almost be called romantic in places with many references to the night moon; but he is also a realist and there is a strong thread of gayness in his work. His poem Adam begins “ I met my first man on a bleak street. / Chaos like night surrounded us, dark / but possible, semipermeable. I had been / walking a long while…” Some of his poems are about being rejected, but some are about idolising men as in the poem Love your messy hair spell when he is seeing a man who is “Like a dumber blonder Saint Sebastian / but less tortured and really happy / to see me. O swallow me whole / like Time goes, then conquer Time / with your classical beauty!” But then there are poems about tragedy as in the poem The Lake where a young man commits suicide. As for the poem Uniform, he is warned that he is vulnerable. Gathered together are four poems called The Father which looks carefully at how a father might think. Death, nostalgia and the human body are examined often, but the finale called Song speaks of distant sorrow. Its last stanza says “My cousins in Beirut can feel / the terror in the air, I go on / with so little left to speak; listen / to my heart, these songs / of loss I write while I / cannot hear the bombs”.  The delicate language McCarthy can use, the careful use of structure in his prosody and the earnestness of his ideas makes Portrait one of the year’s best.

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Salt Quilt is a very full collection. But what is a Salt Quilt, the title of Airini Beautrais latest collection? It is all the things that we remember and how we change over the years. Memory is a major part of Beautrais’ interests. Cancer Moon : Poet Life, all nearly 23 pages of neat four-line stanzas, goes through her whole life as a poet from childhood to high school to university to being a teacher to performing in festivals and other gatherings and getting published. And all the while she finds it hard to explain what poetry really is. She ends by saying “I have tutu’d with its conceits. / I have been through its bookshelves. I have slept beside it / I still don’t know what it really is.” Poetry can be many things. Sometimes she is chastising. A poem like “Mantoum” suggests that when she was young she had a devil-may-care attitude and at the same time telling us that she was angry when she is criticised. The poem “ Doll Girl” gives a caution to young girls who over-do their make-up and grow out of it. “Pretty” says “It’s hard for pretty girls when they get old / Plain girls are used to standing in the cold/ Are used to entering a room unseen/ And keeping notebooks filled with silent spleen  / Hands warming all the lonely drinks we hold”. The poem “Swingball” in a way suggests that she makes her way towards a family. Her most thoughtful poem is “An Analysis of Power” where she looks at how the country has changed and where she asks “What will be the artefacts of our age? / Of systems gambled beyond means? The abandoned page.  / Vouchers that couldn’t be spent. Inexplicable machines.  / The city that glowed by night. All the messages sent from satellite  /and cell-phone tower  / but everything’s just a whiteout /  without an analysis of power.” Yes, there is some irony. Look at the poem “What was left in my house”. Many readers could agree that junk accumulates too much. And “Sisters” gives a very wry account of how people behave at or after a funeral . Capping all this there is a pacifist poem, “Ending Song” which advises “We who are weary, spent, in doubt, / we who have hoped the world could be better, /we who have opened the dreaded letter, /whose brightest stars have been put out, / pause at the news an end has come.”  Truly a remarkable collection.

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            Haro Lee is of a South Korean family and often remembers her parents and the country they came from. She was born and raised in Tamaki, Auckland, and has been a teacher. She divides the first collection as Day Time Television, Primetime Television and Late Night Television, and her opening poem “Theme Song from the Living Room” has a girl watching television with a grandmother, soap operas, cartoons, sitcoms,the terrible laughter rattling within its tin cans” and other inane things. She moves on to telling us about her teenage years, kids misbehaving, maybe drugs. She visits America. In Colorado [if it is indeed her] she seems to be in love. It gives us one of her best tropes “The mechanical valve turning so beautifully its gears, / and clockwork drumming a song  / from its throat. How wonderful / from its throat. How wonderful / is the warmth of your hand in mine. Proof / of blood delivering its oxygen./   The bird in your chest is working so hard. of blood delivering its oxygen.” Her narrative moves through many parts of the United States - Colorado, Seattle etc. and at the Happy Meal Thoughts past the Drive-Thru” there is a moment when she is dealing with her lover but grief of work when I am tired  / because I made a mistake /  and if it were anyone else, I’d just  / tell them, it’s okay, it’s okay, /  and how I break my own heart when I  / talk to someone /  and I’d talk to them again  / but they can walk away /  and how I remember you hesitating /  /  to hear my wicked past / and to speak yours too. Though / now I need permission to continue / and trust in time it will get better. / Forget you. Love you / but leave you behind. And all this sorrow / swells in me like euphoria.”  There follow poems where things do not go well and romance seems a fraud. Yet in all this, we are not sure whether poet is writing about herself. In her poem “Needing Religion at Nineteen” we wonder if she has tongue-in-cheek when she writes “That through all the / grief and heartache and many mistakes, / there was a little bit of sweetness. / So maybe water never turned into wine. / Jesus would still love a whore like me.” Finally we are given “Graveyard Slot” in which, over 40 pages, we hear not only parts of her own biography, but even more about the lives of her forebears and parents. For some time they lived in a poor neighbourhood in Noryangjin, Seoul. This is mainly a prose narrative and it reads clearly as a sort of documentary. It reveals a lot.

Something Old

    Not everything worth reading is hot off the press. In this section, we recommend "something old" that is still well worth reading. "Something Old" can mean anything from a venerable and antique classic to a good book first published year or two ago. 

MONSIEUR OUINE by Georges Bernanos [First published in 1943] First published in English in 1945 as The Open Mind.


 

When I set out to read all of the novels by Georges Bernanos I hoped that it would be an easy task; but, as I read my way through them, I found it was sometimes a very difficult chore. The most difficult was Les Tenebres [Joy], which seemed to be mainly made of philosophical conversations. And now I hit Monsieur Ouine, which is also something of an enigma. Some context: Bernanos spent nine years, on and off, writing Monsieur Ouine. It took him so long because he was preoccupied with other matters. First, he was more and more aware of growing nihilism and Nazism and Communism. Then he wrote his long polemic Les Grands Cimetieres Sous La Lune condemning the violence Franco used in the Spanish Civil War. And as the Second World War developed he wrote a number of long essays calling for real democracy. He was still living in Brazil and one of his sons had joined the Free French. Monsieur Ouine was published quite quickly in England after it had been published in French, partly because he had stood out against those in France who collaborated with the Nazis. But his tone was often pessimistic.

Monsieur Ouine is difficult to read for a number of reasons. First, as many reviewers have pointed out, there are too many characters who disappear after having being introduced for no purpose. Second, there are deaths, some of which involve murder… but in many cases we are never told how or why or who committed the crime. Bernanos seems to have wanted to round it up after dealing with it for too long. The novel is set in the very north of France, bordering Flanders, in a very small town called Fenouille; so some characters can still speak the Flemish language but they speak French. There is also something different from Bernanos’s novels. In his two best-known novels, Sous le Soleil de Satan and The Diary of a Country Priest the major character is a priest who does his best to help and encourage his flock, even though they often ignore him. In Monsieur Ouine there is a priest, but he is not the main character and he is both pessimistic and hoping he will soon be sent somewhere else.

So to a brief synopsis. Philip – often nicknamed Steeny – is an angry 14-year-old boy. Naturally he is interested in girls but his romantic attempts don’t go far. He is more angry because his mother died early and he has been given different ideas as to where his father had gone - was he killed in the [First] World War… and later gossipers say that his father went mad in a psychiatric hospital. So Steeny has to live with distant cousins – mainly old women and others who hang-on. He hates it. 


 

Monsieur Ouine is a retired professor of foreign languages who lives with some eccentrics, like the old rake Anthelme. Monsieur Ouine has never married and has no cousins or family of any sort. But he always notes what people are doing and acts as if he is a sort of philosopher. Steeny sometime talks with him. It is Monsieur Ouine who talks to Steeny about death. He says “I’m going to teach you to love death… Death is so rich! A reasonable man discovers in death all the things which our shame and fear prevent us from asking anywhere else – even initiation into pleasure!... Remember this: you will love death! Indeed I fear the day may come when death will be your only love. If my poor bare little room has seemed so agreeable to you, it is precisely because death inhabits here. You have come to rest in her shadow without knowing it.”   

Later, a small child – a cow herd - is found dead in the bushes. Enter Dr. Malepine with, as usual, his sceptic swagger – he examines the child’s body as the fat and lecher Mayor Arsene and his wife Malvina watch. The child has clearly been murdered. An old woman who spreads gossip says that one of the people living with Monsieur Ouine had told her that Monsieur Ouine had something to do with the death. Gossip raves on and prejudice grows, but more thoughtful people are not sure.

At this time, Ginette, a middle-aged women, tells Steeny what she thinks about Monsieur Ouine. And another older woman, Daisy, gives Steeny a persuasive talk about his foolish ideas about women, making it clear to him that too many men think women are simply there to be used or ruled.

We also learn about the Flemish family lead by an old man – a rather ruthless one – who is nicknamed The Old ‘Un. His son Eugene is under a warrant of arrest for other crimes. Was it likely that he was the killer? But confusingly Bernanos frames it so that he could be referring to many misdemeanours. Are there other deaths? At any rate, Eugene’s girlfriend shoots him.

So far, the priest is rarely seen in this novel, apart from some bantering with Monsieur Ouine. Nobody ever goes to mass, but letters have been sent to the priest with their ideas of who had killed whom. The priest hands the letters over to Monsieur Ouine. But looking about this, on his own, Monsieur Ouine sees nothing as “the presence of human beings had never meant to him help or friendliness, but any coming-together filled him with vague uneasy disgust, the secret of which he could never confide…” He basically does not like most of the human race and avoids as many people as he can. Yet he has many ideas which he wants to pass to others.

And so there is what I regard as the climax of this novel. The little cowherd is being buried and there is a ceremony in the church. For the first time the peasants, the doctor and the few well-to-do attend the mass, but the priest does not give a comforting homily. Instead he condemns the congregation for their gossiping, their lack of charity, their back-biting and their lack of care. After this the Mayor and the Chief Inspector of Schools give their own secular pompous orations. The listening crowd are not impressed… at which point there rushes in an eccentric woman – her official name is Mlle. de Wambescourt, but everybody rudely calls her “Woolly-Legs”. She is notorious for seducing young men and she rides around madly on her horse. When she buts into the orations people throw lumps of dirt at her and chase her and almost kill her.

And so to the long aftermath. The doctor and the priest discuss what has happened. The Mayor realises that his oration was nonsense. The priest politely tells the Mayor that he did well in the circumstances and he admits that his own homily was very flawed. There is a long passage in which the doctor asserts that science and reason will save the world; but the priest says that without faith, more destructive things will come . [Remember Bernanos was writing when the Second World War was going in full blast… and clever scientists were producing more and more weapons of destruction…]

Young Steeny becomes less angry about the world  - a sign  that he is growing up as teenagers gradually  do.

But the last three chapters are focused on Monsieur Ouine. He is sick and dying. In his last words he says what amounts to his confessions. “I have opened myself, to nothing. I was a mere orifice, an intake, a swallowing up, both my body and my soul wide open to all sides. Among the many pastures from which I could choose, smothered like an ox in provender… and at times repellent, and usually despised by fools… I made no substance, either good or evil, one with myself. My soul is no more than a leather pottle full of wind.”. These are almost his last words.

Now what are we to make of all this? It has been pointed out by a number of reviewers that the name Ouine could be read as  oui /non i.e, yes /no. In other words Monsieur Ouine is the type of intellectual who knows much but who never settles down to any stable idea. I take a guess [and only a guess] here but I wonder if Bernanos was decrying those in France during the Second World War who sat back and did not take sides…. Or possibly Bernanos saw Monsieur Ouine simply as a force of evil.

As I repeat, this novel is very difficult to read, with all the changes of characters and the uncertain ideas. There are moments of brilliance, but it is not one that I would give to somebody who wanted to know about the works of Georges Bernanos.