Working my way through the impressive and throat-gripping essays in new anxiety anthology Headlands, I’m struck by two things. How unique each story is – and how each one is Continue Reading →
Found poems, sex dolls, drugged cats and robots – just another day, really.
“I don’t see the point in writing about something that doesn’t really excite you; that doesn’t get right down into the base of your spine.” – Helen Heath
My sex ed at school was rudimentary at best and focused very much on the many ways in which you could get pregnant and/or STIs and/or die. Not exactly the Continue Reading →
In some ways, I am not the best person to write about this book. I am wary of taking up space with my Pākehā voice. Not everything is for me, Continue Reading →
I know, I know: don’t judge a book by its cover. But when they’re as hauntingly beautiful as this one, it’d be remiss of me not to acknowledge it. It Continue Reading →
I remember wanting a copy of this book when it came out in 2015 and, being impoverished, I made a hopeful instruction to my future self. To Buy, it said. Continue Reading →
My latest review for Booksellers New Zealand – James Brown’s Floods Another Chamber. It was a book I enjoyed technically if not emotionally.
Mary Beard’s Manifesto compares classic Roman literature and culture with contemporary sexism, highlighting all the ways in which we still need to make progress.
I got given Clementine Ford’s Fight Like a Girl for my birthday, which was excellent because I’ve been wanting to read it for ages and it fits in the Rebel Continue Reading →