A friend snapped this picture of my book at JFK airport yesterday. It is a slightly surreal feeling to realise that the book has a life of its own over in the US, while I am sitting here on this particularly grey day in Auckland. It is easy to think that nothing happens when you hear and see nothing. So, this image was a most welcome sign that my book is doing well. Without me. The odd review has been coming through, all good. So, instead of browsing for more information I should let it go. And return to my task.
Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category
I was offered to contribute to a US blog and describe my dream cast, should my book me made into a film. You can read it here: My book, the movie
We are allowed to dream, aren’t we?
A beautiful reading ofÂ The Kindness of your Nature/ The Memory of LoveÂ by Denis O’Connell is being broadcast this month. You can listen to the first fours episodes here:Â http://www.radionz.co.nz/national/programmes/thereading
I was recently offered to contribute a list of music relevant to my latest novel, The Memory of Love, to the blog largehearted Boy. It was a bittersweet task. I was instantly back there, in the time when the novel was written. It wasn’t very long ago, yet in some ways, it now feels like it was in another life. And like much in life, watched in hindsight, it looks more appealing than what it felt like at the time…
You can see the list – and listen to some of it – here:Â www.largeheartedboy.com
Sorry, life has kept me very busy lately and this site has been neglected. I have taken a big step – for me – and invested in a home in New Zealand again, after three years of dallying. I am now as settle as it is possible for me to be, with more space for just me and my books than I have ever had before. And as the dust is now slowly setting I am finally ready to resume my life and return to my writing. My double life continues, though, and I plan to leave New Zealand for Europe in July. Hopefully, with a completed new novel in my bag.
Lots of things to report – all good.
But for now, what is occupying me is the imminent release of The memory of love in the USA. Today is the day, I think. Fingers crossed!
Back soon. I promise!
Doing what you should never do – googling myself – I came upon this interesting blog:
I thought the review of my own novel, ‘The Kindness of Your Nature’/'The Memory of Love’, was interesting and thoughtful, and I continued to read several others. I recommend it for anybody with an interest in Swedish literature.
Interesting to read the commentaries about New Zealand’s presence at the Frankfurt Book FairÂ in the German media. Overall, sadly, they confirm my own impression.Â An underwhelming response to New Zealand literature referred to as ‘stories without written language’. There are precious few proper reviews of New Zealand books, and no major presentations. I supposeÂ they drowned in the black water…
Here is a very good review of ‘Die Fremde am Meer’:
My short story ‘The blue shoes’ now available (in Swedish only)!
Det Ă€r sĂ„ att min far gick bort nyligen. Och skorna var en del av det han lĂ€mnade efter sig. Och jag har som sagt aldrig sett dem fĂ¶rr. Det Ă€r ett par ljusblĂ„ mockaskor. Damskor. Storlek 36. Aldrig anvĂ€nda. Jag begriper inte var min far fĂ„tt tag pĂ„ dem. Eller vad han tĂ€nkt sig att jag skulle gĂ¶ra med dem.
The thing is, my father passed away recently. And these shoes were part of what he left behind. And I have never seen them before. It’s a pair of pale blue suede shoes. Ladies’ shoes. Size 36. Never used. I have no idea where he got them. Or what he thought I could do with them.