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Letters — Issue 111

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Letters — Issue 110

Neuropathic not neurasthenic pain (more…)
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Letters — Issue 109

Mud on the tracks I want to say a few things about some connotations in the review of my third novel, Glam Rock Boyfriends (NZB Spring 2014). Nick Bollinger, your reviewer, is an expert re rock music, so I was…
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Letters — Issue 107

Audio-books Each quarter or so a CD bearing the latest edition of New Zealand Books arrives in my letterbox having been sent by the Blind Foundation. These CDs carry excerpts from current magazine titles as requested by the recipient. NZB…
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Letters — Issue 106

A necessary corrective Reading Dougal McNeill’s review of Brasch’s Journals 1938-1945 has surprised me by its reminder that so much of value is, like beauty, in the eye of the beholder. I feel the essential Brasch has been missed. The…
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Letters — Issue 105

Vote of thanks Writers get the kudos; editors very little. Jane Westaway deserves a huge vote of thanks from New Zealand writers for her years of stalwart service as co-editor of New Zealand Books. As they would say here in…
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Letters — Issue 104

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Letters — Issue 103

Tragedy not dystopia Eleanor Toland’s review of Phillip Mann’s The Disestablishment of Paradise (NZB, Winter 2013) is based on a set of misconceptions. Toland yearns for New Zealand settings, so she must have enjoyed Mann’s Pioneers; but hers is a…
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Letters — Issue 102

A radical thought Here’s a radical thought for Chris Else (NZB, Autumn 2013). Perhaps a book reviewer might endeavour to say a couple of pertinent things about the book under review. If that book happens to be a major new…
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Letters — Issue 101

Congratulations The novelist, Alex Miller, who lives in Melbourne (the city where I mostly reside), said that “writing fiction is a dangerous occupation. It is an act of imagination that requires the writer to confront unclear aspects of the self;…
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