I waited while reading the book at night in bed under a mosquito net. It was the perfect complement for where I was staying - in a hut at that bleak, deathly end of the world, Antarctica. A writer the whole world would like to hear about. He shares with us the intimacies of people's lives, their thoughts and beliefs, the values of their communities, and so the deep meanings of places. In 2011, at the Bream Bay Motel, it was Minerva Reef - I really should have returned it, but I took it to Tonga, and got two survivors of the shipwreck to sign it. It gives it texture, another dimension. .
Three years ago, I borrowed a book from the motel library at reception. I wanted to know more about them. Fame and wealth undulled him no end. They don't contain plot, wit, the pleasure of a nice sentence. Cut off, surrounded by water, at the mercy of staff. The book is by no means a hatchet job.
A court is a chamber of questions. A top cop accused of rape. Buy it for almost everyone you know' - Linda Burgess, New Zealand Books 'A keenly attuned sense of self-awareness and acerbic wit underlie the gravity of Braunias's largely empathetic and brutally honest reflections on New Zealand' - Gillian Terzis, The Australian 'Steve Braunias is back with his inimitable wit and wisdom. The fish in the lagoon, the blue skies, the low light of the lamp at night. Helpful, informative, deeply boring, the series acts as a kind of substitute for being there.
The best place to read about books is always in books. They were on their way to Auckland. In 2013, at Fafa, it was The 9th Fontana Book of Great Horror Stories. Most summers our family book a few days at the Bream Bay Motel in Ruakaka. He got junk sick; worse, he got fat. It's very beautiful, and I've spent both holidays feeling very afraid, quite close to nervous collapse.
Salewicz was good on The Clash, and expert on reggae. Acutely observed, brilliantly written, and with the Mark Lundy case as its riveting centrepiece, this collection from the courts and criminal files of the recent past depicts a place we rarely enter, but which exists all around us. But there are worse things to take on holiday. Patricia Highsmith devoted her writing career to killing characters in nasty yet often rather casual ways. Yardbirds rhythm guitarist Chris Dreja recalls coming across him in Topworth, outside a tropical fish store, in the early 1960s.
Or did he just like to light a few candles at midnight? The rooms in her house felt so dark and so narrow as I mucked around on Fafa, gawping at giant emerald-green crabs, scoffing delicious fresh fish at the outdoor restaurant. Twelve extraordinary tales of crime and punishment: a collection of true crime writing by New Zealand's award-winning master of non-fiction. On a tropical break, Steve Braunias muses about how it's always worth finding something horrifying to read on your holiday. Its sensational reporting of death and disease during the Great Plague of London was only kind of true, but it made for a powerful vision of end times. The band broke up, and Page fell into a solo career so rotten that he ended up opening for Lenny Kravitz.
Fafa Island is so small you can walk around it in about 20 minutes, or two happy hours if you prefer to dawdle and bathe and gaze at the fruit bats swooping in the coconut trees at dusk. The most brilliant was The Man Who Liked Dickens 1933 , by Evelyn Waugh, which he later expanded into his great novel A Handful of Dust. About the Author Steve Braunias has won over 20 journalism awards, a Montana Book Award, fellowships to Oxford and Cambridge Universities, and the Buddle Findlay Sargeson Fellowship. He chose simply to listen and to observe. He is also editor-in-residence at Waikato Institute of Technology's school of journalism and writes a much-followed weekly satirical diary for The Sunday Star-Times. A collection of New Zealand's most celebrated journalist's works, this lascivious selection of Steve Braunias's columns addresses a variety of topics, including the current state of New Zealand steak, the beauty of mangroves, the lunacy of film festivals, the attractions of small towns, the charms of Cambridge University, and the strange habits of the English. Copyright © 1996 - 2019 Mighty Ape Limited.
I was half in Bream Bay that week, half on a reef in the Pacific. Cliffie wasn't right in the head. One of the great delights of Paul Theroux's travel books are his notes on the novels he reads on trains; he has a fondness for 19th-century fiction, and shares his excitement on reading a good Dickens or a haunting Trollope as the outside world flies past his window. But Led Zep reform once in a while, which gives him a reason to leave the house. I put my 6-year-old daughter on my lap, and read the stories to her. Of course the Lonely Planet books aren't actually books.
I waited while reading in the afternoon in a shady hammock by the porch. As prize-winning journalist Steve Braunias stands on an apartment balcony on a sultry summer evening, a black-backed gull flies so close he is instantaneously bowled over with happiness: 'I thought: Birds, everywhere. They become a window onto another world - the one where things go badly wrong, where once invisible lives become horrifyingly visible, where the strangeness just beneath the surface is revealed. Neither are really among the best books I've ever read but both are definitely among the best books I've ever experienced. The scariest was The Silver Mask 1932 by Hugh Walpole.