Email Digest: Wednesday 21 August 2013

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Book reviews

Book Review: Stag Spooner: Wild Man from the Bush, by Chris Maclean

New releases

New Release: Decision Time – A guide to choosing an aged-care facility in New Zealand

Tuesday Poem

Tuesday Poem by Rachel O’Neill   Her collection comes out in September!

Events

Events in September: Lloyd Jones, Kathy Reichs, Stephanie Johnson, Rosemary McLeod, Shaun Hendy, Sarah Laing and more

In Wellington and need something to do this evening? Come and celebrate the launch of Latika’s and Saradha’s books

Fear & Loathing…but not in Las Vegas – True Stories Told Live, 6.30pm August 30, National Library WLG

Book News

Good news for aspiring authors: HarperCollins NZ launches The Wednesday Post

Edinburgh has 53 bookstores – our members number 48 in Wellington, and over 80 in Auckland.

Awards News

#nzpba Congratulations to Paiges Book Gallery & Carterton District Library:

Judge Guy Somerset was on Newstalk ZB with Tim Fookes today talking about the #nzpba

From around the internet

Mal Peet is missing us already – shout out to the Children’s Bookshop Kilbirnie & Unity WLG. Brilliant!

Elmore Leonard died last night, sadly. Here are a couple of Elmore Leonard links:

Just in case anybody hasn’t seen this – Elmore Leonard’s writing tips. Don’t use “all hell broke loose”

Vale Elmore Leonard,  10 of the prolific writer’s must-read novels

RIP Elmore Leonard

Email digest: Tuesday 30 July 2013

This is a digest of our Twitter feed that we email out most Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Sign up here for free if you’d like it emailed to you.

Book review

Book review: The Blue Coat, by Elizabeth Smither

Events

Robert Sullivan is the featured poet at Poetry Live! Auckland tonight, 8pm, Thirsty Dog, K Rd….

Warhol: POP is tomorrow night! Experience The Factory brought to life in 2013. Tickets limited, complimentary drink

Book News

Buy a Kobo from one of your local independent booksellers. Time Out in Mt Eden have just started selling Kobo e-readers!

Awards News

#nzpba NZ Listener’s Guy Somerset has summarised their coverage of the finalists

#nzpbaNZ Post Book Award finalist taster: pages from PATCHED by Jarrod Gilbert 

#nzpba Finalist The Darling North reviewed by Rachel O’Neill

#nzpba Facebook book giveaway: The Big Music

Author Interviews

A glimpse behind the crime scenes in the lovely Copenhagen
Tim Jones talks with Wellington author Latika Vasil about her new short story collection “Rising to the Surface”

From around the internet

Designing Ebooks (just as important as paper books)

Congratulations Raymond McGrath who won the What Now Best Children’s Music Video for ‘It’s Not A Monster, It’s Me!’ 

Tuesday poem

Surface, by Peter Munro

Tuesday poem: Tincture by Helen Lehndorf

At eight I learned the word ‘tincture’. I carried
the word around on my tongue. I chanted it
like holy word, like spell. Before that, it was
just ‘potion’ or sometimes ‘perfume’. Flower
petals collected, leaves. Certain grasses would
bleed milk. Breath of Heaven for the scent.
Clings of spider web. An old cupboard door
for a chopping board. A river rock for pummelling.
Jams jars with creek water. I would cut and crush.
You had a gun and I had a knife. Chop and stir.
Mix it in with a stick until full
and frothy. The tang of damp nature.

It’s a tincture. It’s a potion. It’s special perfume.

Set free for whole mornings, whole afternoons.
Our house made of bamboo. Our tyre swing.
With our pockets full of crackers and boiled lollies,
we would go. Across the road, down to the creek.
Into the goat cave high up a mud wall. We’d scramble up
and sit, ankle deep in goat shit, on wooden beer crates.
Try to catch the fresh water crabs, belly crawling
along the creek edge. I had a knife. You had a gun.
Aged eight, aged six. Shimmying along
back fences stealing fruit. Acid stomachs
from too many sweets and apples. We stayed
until it got dark, or there was a call from home.

It is a tincture. It is a trick. It is a treat

It is a locket, for locking
and hiding down a shirt,
against a heart.

From The Comforter by Helen Lehndorf
Published by Seraph Press
Used with the permission of Seraph Press

This poem has been posted as part of the Tuesday Poem scheme