I’ve
just done a rail tour on the Main Trunk Line for New Zealand Book Month,
stopping at small towns along the way for readings and conversation.
The
tiny Taihape Library is tucked behind the Council office façade on the main
street, a street built wide enough for bullock wagons to turn around. The
library is an original Carnegie one c. 1912, with matchwood lined walls and
high pressed steel ceilings – and thoroughly modern systems. The locals had
filled the room with overflowing vases of flowers. Come evening, the place was
packed. The local ukelele band played ‘If you were the only girl in the world’
(I wish!). The library staff had brought out the Mayor’s chair for me, but I
was bit lost in it, so I stood to read. After the talk and some book signing,
there was wine, and sausage rolls the way they use to make them.
Among
the audience was gorgeous Lisa Vasil who, with her Dad Con, runs the Taihape
Motel where I stayed, across the road from the railway station. Lisa wrote Just
an Ordinary Kid, named one of the One Hundred Best New Zealand Children’s
Books of the 20th century, when she was just 14, plus several other
titles, later in the 1990s. I hope she will write more when the time is right
for her. I spent time with one of the part-time library staff, Kate Buckley, an
Irish artist, widely exhibited in Ireland and Europe, who has come to live in
Taihape (for love, of course). There is something unexpected and wonderful
about coming across the studio of an international artist on a deer farm up a
country back road.
Further
up the track, in Otorohanga, the talk was held in the St John Ambulance Hall,
and again there were writers in the audience, Elizabeth Lancaster, co-author of
Who’ll Stop the Rain? (about Agent Orange) and shortly to be published
novelist Danielle Hawkins, whose first book Dinner at Rose’s is due out
from Allen & Unwin in May.
At
the end of the talk I was given some sunflowers. In Otorohanga they grow
sunflowers around the edge of the maize fields. A touch of Provence in the King
Country. The formalities over, librarian Sarah Osborne and twelve high-spirited
women bore me off to dinner at The Thirsty Weta pub.
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