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.
REID’S READER THREE YEARS ON
Reid’s Reader first appeared in late
June 2011, so I have been producing this weekly blog for exactly three years
now, always with the same format – “Something New” each week reviews a new book
fresh from the publishers, the book in question most often being a New Zealand
one. “Something Old” basically plunders my notebooks, wherein I have recorded
particulars and comments on every book I have read for the last 20-plus years,
although I also sometimes use this feature to goad myself into reading books
that I have intended to get around to for years. And “Something Thoughtful”
gives me the opportunity to discuss anything I will, at greater or lesser length.
In self-commendation I point out
that this blog takes me many (unpaid) hours of work each week in both writing
and reading. I further note that, experienced newspaper- and magazine- reviewer
though I am, I know that, should I choose to analyse something in detail, this
blog allows me to do so in greater depth than is possible even in our more
highbrow literary publications.
At the end of each year I have
tried to produce a little piece that sums up how the blog has been doing. In
mid-2012 I noted that the total number of hits the blog had received in its
first year was recorded by the counter as 20,000. By mid-2013, the counter
stood at 100,000. At time of writing this piece, the counter stands at just
over 214,000. I regularly take a break from the blog for six weeks over summer,
and this year I took another six weeks off when I took a trip to Europe. Taking
this into consideration, the blog now regularly receives between 2,000 and
3,000 hits weekly. This means that, even allowing for those who make a very
brief visit and merely take a quick squiz, and even allowing for those who
visit more than once in the same week, there is a regular serious readership of
about 1,500 people each week.
Thank you for continuing to call.
I have an open invitation, for anyone who wishes to do so, to write a
“Something Old” as guest reviewer. It is simply a matter of commending, in
one or two thousand words, any book four or more years old which has
particularly impressed you and which you want to bring to greater attention.
Obviously, I cannot pay for such contributions, but (always excepting
obscenities or libellous statements) I promise that I will run, unaltered, any
such views, even if they do not coincide with my own views of the work being
dealt with.
Regrettably, few people so far
have taken up this offer, and in the last year only three people have
contributed guest “Something Olds” - the playwright Dean Parker, the novelist
Kirsten McDougall and Professor Mark Williams. If you wish to contribute such a
guest review, contact me via the space for Comments
below and give me your contact details. (I read and vet all comments before
they appear on line, so no such contacts will be made public). Alternatively,
if you are on my weekly e-mailing list, contact me by return e-mail.
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Essential New Zealand Poems, subtitled Facing the Empty Page, has just been published by Godwit Press ($NZ
45) and is being marketed by Random House. Edited by Siobhan Harvey, James
Norcliffe and Harry Ricketts, this anthology takes the form of representing 150
New Zealand poets by one poem each. Poets represented range from the
illustrious dead (Curnow, Baxter, Glover etc.) to the well-established living
(O’Sullivan, Adcock, Stead etc.) to the mid-career to the just beginning. I
thought long and hard about reviewing this publication in detail, and I may
still do so at some future date. However, what holds me back is the fact that I
am represented in the anthology myself, and it might seem imprudent to review
something in which I have some sort of interest.
I’ll just say this: I am
flattered to be included in the company the anthologists have picked. The one
of my poems they chose is from my one collection (so far!), The Little Enemy (Steele Roberts, 2011).
It is their choice of what they think my best, and though I think I have done better, I’m happy with that choice.
I
reproduce the poem below:
BLUFF SEAS
Skewed on a tip of
rock
the straps of
copper-coloured kelp
dance in the noon
sea’s swell.
A slowly-shaken
piupiu swings
out and in, on the
rock’s hip,
by the tide’s easy
forceful breathing.
Nature’s rough edge
is softened
in the warm, wet soup
of copper-
colour over
steel-blue depth.
Disjecta
membra, they
were wrenched
from their dark
submarine forest
and drifted up to
die.
Their dance is a
death dance.
Soon they will
putrefy and stink,
and hikers think dead
weed is ozone.
Warm mammal blood in
a cold sea,
a pod of dolphins
butt through
hordes of
surface-resting sea-birds.
The horizon’s
mutton-birding islands
are
aircraft-carriers;
the line of sky
unarguable.
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