Questions
in the Guardian we can answer with a
simple no, and not just because this, ostensibly about Benjamin Britten, is
really about the vile Savile:
Is it important, and if so in what sense
and to what degree, that one of this country's most significant composers of
the past century – in many people’s view, the most significant modern British
composer of them all – was intensely attracted to underage young boys, invited
them to stay at his home, sometimes took them into his bed, or kissed them? In
short, does it matter that he was, by inclination if not in practice, a
paedophile?
Cactus Kate reviews
Paul Goldsmith’s biography of Alan Gibbs. Quote unquote:
Heaven forbid someone reading this book not
knowing anything about Gibbs may mistake him for someone vanilla-flavoured Tip
Top without even sprinkles who secretly enjoys mini-putt and lawn bowls behind
art installations on his farm.
This book simply is not worthy.
Today’s to-do list reads:
1. Fergus
2. Linda
3. Damien
4. Jill
It’s not as exciting as it sounds.
Nicholas Reid on Salman Rushdie’s memoir Joseph Anton. (In which spirit, my memoir
will be titled Jimi Eric.) Quote
unquote:
Rushdie makes his case for free speech
clearly and at considerable length. It is hard to argue with a man who as been
threatened with death for writing a novel. He is, however, perturbed that there
were many, particularly on the Left, who did not defend free speech as fully as
they could, and instead sympathised with Muslims as if they were still victims
of European imperialism, and therefore entitled to issue death threats. In
Rushdie’s view, this meant they were confusing whole Muslim populations with
fanatical clerics who stirred up those populations to secure their own power.
It also meant that they were confusing all Muslim civilization with the phase
through which Islam is now passing.
The new Metro
has a long and thoughtful review by Paula Green of the new AUP anthology of New
Zealand literature and stuff like that. It also has a one-pager on my friend Benedict
Wall who is to play the lead role in Pirates
of the Airwaves. Quote unquote:
“I am having the time of my life. I love
this shit.”
Chris Bourke remembers
Bruce Morley, a very nice man and a great drummer. One night in the
Birkenhead Tavern – he was playing in the Red Hot Chilli Peppers with Bill
Lake, Marion Arts, Robbie Laven and I can’t remember the bass player but it
would have been someone amazing –he
tried to teach me to beat three with one hand and four with the other.
Easy-peasy for him. Not so much for me.
New
Statesman columnist Laurie Penny would
like your money. Why can’t English people talk properly? And why are there three
Ts in “glottal stop”? That’s just cruel.
Astonishing
to read in the Guardian of all places that Obama may
be a psycho killer:
Political leaders and political movements
convinced of their own Goodness are usually those who need greater, not fewer,
constraints in the exercise of power. That’s because – like religious True
Believers – those who are convinced of their inherent moral superiority can
find all manner to justify even the most corrupted acts on the ground that they
are justified by the noble ends to which they are put, or are cleansed by the
nobility of those perpetrating those acts.
Political factions driven by
self-flattering convictions of their own moral superiority – along with their
leaders – are the ones most likely to abuse power. Anyone who ever listened to
Bush era conservatives knows that this conviction drove them at their core (“you
are with us or with the Terrorists”), and it is just as true of Obama-era
progressives who genuinely see the political landscape as an overarching battle
between forces of Good (Democrats: i.e., themselves) and forces of Evil
(Republicans).
So here, for no reason other than he is
awesome and you may recognise the riff, is Prince with his new song “Rock and
Roll Love Affair”, which is much better than its title:
Light blogging recently as am busy
mentoring a local writer (enjoyable), mentoring a distant writer (interesting),
editing a manuscript (pleasant) and legalling my union (deeply unpleasant). All
things must pass, so normal service will resume shortly. Coming up:
My review of Maxine Alterio’s novel Lives We Leave Behind: enthusiastic.
My review of AUP’s Anthology of New Zealand Literature: mixed.
Much more from Quote Unquote the magazine. This was the point of the blog but it
is hard work – I don’t have the original files so have to recreate each one by
scanning the pages and using OCR to get a Word file, then do intensive
proofreading to remove computer junk, and then get permission from the writers,
photographers and illustrators – which is why the postings are intermittent.
The really nice thing has been that every single person I have asked for
permission has been delighted that their Quote
Unquote contributions will have a second life. Even though the magazine
cost me my house and lost every other shareholder $10,000, and even though
Kevin and I worked unpaid for the last two years – this makes it worth it.
Kinda.
So here is George Harrison with the title
track from All Things Must Pass:
It has been a long time since the
last specimen – there seems to have been an outbreak of sanity in the
region – but this week has seen a return to form. This letter is so good the
paper ran it twice: on Thursday (headlined “Treaty contract not met”) and then
again on Friday. Thursday’s one was lightly edited: it has marginally better
grammar, is broken into paragraphs and has a correctly inserted apostrophe. It
is more readable but makes no more sense than Friday’s version, which must be the
original text:
Healing
a Country
As an academic and studying the Treaty of
Waitangi, I have found two true and proper solutions for New Zealand being
misinformed about the Treaty. The Treaty of Waitangi is a formal, written agreement
between Maori and the Crown. First, to terminate the contract where “a contract
may come to an end, by reason of a failure of a condition in a contract”. There
are many conditions in the contract that have not been met, by simply
mentioning New Zealand government legislation such as 1864 Land Confiscation,
New Zealand Settlement Act and 1846 Surplus (land taken). Another true and
positive way to properly make the contract right is to include the weaker
partner Maori into the base of the countries set up which is the 1852
Constitution Act. As a result the government was formed because of the
conditions in the contract and changing this Constitution Act would make the
governments focus every decision based on the contract. Last, as human beings
normally like doing good, this is one way we could heal the country.
The latest Nielsen list of New Zealand
bestsellers is out,
for the week ending 17 November. Good to see my friends Maxine Alterio at #1
with Lives We Leave Behind and Brian
Turner at #3 with Elemental. Hamish
Clayton is at #7 with his brilliant debut novel Wulf (February 2011) and Paula Morris’s Rangatira (November 2011) is hanging in at #10. Excellent.
Best of all, Bill Manhire has been put in
his place: his Selected Poems, #9,
has been pipped by the new #8, The Moderately Hungry Maggot which is the
latest from, er, Bill Manhire.
I wonder if there have ever been two poetry
books in the top ten before, or two books by the same author. Anyone know?
As Wellington counts down to the premiere
of The Hobbit next Wednesday, Danyl
at the Dim-Post reminds us of an early satirical blogpost he wrote on Tolkein in May 2008 which spawned a
comments thread that is even funnier than the original post. Do read the lot –
it’s solid gold.
I have a copy of the new AUP anthology
of New Zealand literature but I’m not allowed to say anything about the
contents until the weekend, i.e. after the launch. I am allowed, however, to
say that the cover is magnificent. Fortunately this is 2012 and appearances are
all that matter.
Welcome to my world: Yuka Igarashi for
Granta on how editing a book can drive you
crazy. She’s not wrong. Quote unquote:
There was talk of ordering some food. I
looked down at the sandwich menu: kiln smoked salmon and horseradish chive
creme fraiche in toasted wholemeal bread. ‘Kiln smoked’ probably should be
hyphenated, I thought – it’s acting as an adjective modifying smoked salmon –
and ‘creme’ needs the accent. Also, does ‘in’ make sense here? Wouldn’t it be
better if it was ‘on’? Was this some kind of innovative sandwich that involved
salmon being placed inside the bread?
‘Why don’t we share some appetizers to
start?’ one of us suggested.
‘Redundant,’ I muttered to myself. Appetizers
are starters; either cut ‘to start’ or change ‘appetizers’ to ‘plates’. Then
again, in some cases, people order only appetizers, and don’t go on to have a
main course. So was it actually essential to say ‘to start’, to clarify that,
in this instance, everyone should feel free to order more food after the first
sharing course? I wasn’t sure.
I tried to concentrate on the actual
conversation. The topic, it seemed, was the new Batman film.
‘It has a spelling mistake in it,’ someone
said. ‘There was a shot of a newspaper headline. Spelled “hiest” instead of
“heist”.’
‘Christ. Multimillion-dollar movie.’
‘Seriously. It was pretty hard to
concentrate on the scene after that.’
Tina Brown on closing the print
version of Newsweek – honestly, who
saw that coming? Quote unquote:
there’s something about the way a magazine
looks and feels when it doesn’t have advertising that is unbelievably
disappointing
Oh yes.
Madness have a new album out, Oui Oui Si Si Ja Ja Da Da. So here
is Suggs interviewed in the Guardian.
Quote unquote:
When I was at Port Eliot Festival, I had a
guided tour of the estate’s kitchens and was told that when one Lord Eliot, for
financial reasons, was advised to get rid of his pastry chefs, he went upstairs
to think about it, then returned and said “Fuck that – does a man only deserve
a biscuit in the afternoon?”.
Tim Worstall on the demise of peak oil,
suggesting that if the Greens are serious they should be shorting energy
company stocks. If not, why
not? What is their investment strategy? He’s looking for a money/mouth
interface.
Though he cautions that the findings are
too preliminary to be a basis for any specific recommendations, Dr. Famous says
that drugs targeting the single molecule could some day help treat patients
displaying this complex behavior. “It’s a controversial issue, because of
course complex behaviours are what make us human, or at least animal, but for
people dealing with the broken marriages, inadvisable purchases, and stained
kitchen tiles that this behaviour can cause, a workable therapy would be a
blessing,” said Dr. Famous. [. . . ]
“Ten years from now, if you ask someone
whose science education consists mainly of skimming news stories, I’m sure
they’ll confirm that this single molecule causes this complex behaviour,” said
Famous.
Phil Parker – drummer extraordinaire in one
of my old bands – on being a trained professional in a world that may need but
doesn’t want your skills. What
to do? Quote unquote:
I have been pushed out of my comfort zone
and into areas I never dreamed of like acting and retail sales.It’s not easy – I do three late shifts a week
selling wine and that cuts in to family and social time.I work very hard some days putting in 13
hours when a wine tour and a late shift coincide.On the other hand some weeks I get three or
four days off – so I get some time to catch up with friends, walk the dogs
etc.
The only thing that is certain is
uncertainty.Welcome to the new
millennium.
So here for no reason other than every day
is Gladys Knight
day, here she is performing “Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me” and “Neither
One of Us”, live with the Pips – a brother and two cousins who were a more
important part of her sound than they are given credit for – and a real big
band. A masterclass in singing:
On Friday we had the third and final 2012
meeting of the Wintec Press Club, hosted by Steve Braunias. Robyn was a good
choice as speaker because unlike some of her predecessors – looking at you, Winston
Peters, Michael
Laws and Paul
Holmes – she is not an egomaniac. She has been on the receiving end of
terrible treatment by the media and, without whingeing, explained to the
journalism students what that is like.
I can’t quote anything she said – for one
thing, most of it was wonderfully rude and this is a family blog; for another,
Braunias had said when introducing her that Chatham House rules applied. But
she was clear about the compact with the devil that one makes when one sells a
story to a women’s magazine – one can’t complain about media intrusion ever
again. Topics ranged from Shortland
Street (the writers described her character Ellen Crozier as “a slut in a
cardy”) to The Hobbit (and here
Chatham House kicks in). She was funny, feisty and a massive hit with the
students. And with every single heterosexual man in the audience. Some of the
married ones too, probably.
Greg King’s recent death cast a pall over
proceedings: he was the speaker at the September
meeting. Braunias spoke movingly about him, but then brightened the mood by
announcing that all present – Wintec media students, celebrities, politicians, sports
stars, newspaper editors, magazinecolumnists
and freelance freeloaders like me – would receive a free pen emblazoned with
the Wintec Press Club logo. It was, he lied, a strictly limited edition so was
a collector’s item. Plus, it was free. And it looks like this:
The new Close Readers CD, New Spirit, is in the photo to give a
sense of scale. No it isn’t: apart from the awesome logo the pen is a standard pen,
they are all the same size. The plan is that this will shame me into reviewing the
album sooner rather than later. The boast: I was the first buyer. The
skinny: it’s great.
As is the new Maxine Alterio novel Lives We Leave Behind, which I will
review too but Vanda Symon beat
me to it. She likes it.
Why is one of the few things on your menu
that can be eaten without fear or regret — a lunch-only sandwich of chopped
soy-glazed pork with coleslaw and cucumbers — called a Roasted Pork Bahn Mi,
when it resembles that item about as much as you resemble Emily Dickinson?
Who
won what at the CLNZ educational publishing awards on Thursday night.
Kate Mossman, late of Word magazine and not yet 30, reviews
Bob Dylan’s new album Tempest. She is
wise beyond her years. Quote unquote:
Whatever, there’s a direct relationship
between difficulty and vitality in Dylan’s work. The 2009 album, Together Through Life, felt weirdly
static somehow – a lot of creative ideas were hemmed in by blues pastiches and
straight love lyrics, and even the antique musical settings seemed to lock each
song down within its own sepia-tinged, imaginary world.
Tempest is different – destabilising, disorientating, dazzling. It’s from
the same musical palette he’s been exploring since the “comeback” trilogy Time Out Of Mind, Love And Theft and Modern
Times (rich American roots, from creaky delta blues to juke joint swing,
under the musical direction of his longtime bassist, Tony Garnier) but there’s
something else going on here, too. The voice is startlingly close-miked and
more urgent than it’s sounded in years, as if primed to deliver a few shocks.
Paula Benson-Gamble, an early childhood
teacher, reviews
children’s books in the Otago Daily
Times. Quote unquote:
The
Three Little Pigs, a story and play by Roger Hall
and Errol McLeary (Scholastic) is about as politically incorrect as one would
expect. And while I truly support and actively encourage children’s involvement
in dramatic play, these three little pigs are called Tubby, Chubby and Bubby (which
is repeated constantly throughout the story and play - Hall has obviously never
had weight issues), so no decent parent or place of education would be able to
use this book.
Because not only can some very young
children read and understand meanings of written text but all children’s
self-esteem and sense of worth (of themselves and others) begins developing at
a very young age, so why would an adult purposely subject them to this?
Because the characters are pigs?
So here are Pink Floyd with “Pigs” from
their horrible 1977 album Animals.
Monitors: Sarah Fraser, Mark Tierney, Cathy
Odgers, Chris Bourke, Graeme Lay