The New Animals
Victoria University Press, $30.00,
Pip Adam’s second novel is bewildering. I say this as praise, though also as fair warning.
On page one we meet Carla, who has stopped on her way somewhere to buy a cup of tea. She is not enjoying the experience:
The whole of St Kevin’s Arcade was awful now … it was clean and the café down the end of the arcade served ricotta doughnuts to men in suits and she couldn’t stand it. She’d lived in Auckland for 43 years and it still wasn’t finished. Nothing stayed in place.