If `mother won't come to us', New Zealanders must go to mother . . . Here an expat poet finds herself in alien yet strangely familiar territory, a place her ancestors `got off'. What must she do to survive? Score herself a bedsit, work in a pub, hunt up an office job - and keep an eye out.
Set on the cusp of the 1970s-80s, Janet Charman's compelling new book centres on the disorienting experiences of a young woman newly arrived in London - squalid flats, temp work, ancestral visits and trips to the Continent. Charman has a laser-sharp eye for unsettling social cues, her outsider's vision of the city peristently challenged by encounters with an array of its remarkable inhabitants - the distant relatives who stayed at home; her welfare `clients' and their social workers; and her fellow antipodean travellers. And all contact in the new old land is marked by the claims and memories of that other white coast: Aotearoa.
Charman's account of the OE experience reveals a passage hedged with earnest expectation and ripe with the black comedy of disillusion. In gritty lyrics, telling details and biting word play, this multi-voiced narrative sets out a secular pilgrimage - of the many generations of Kiwis to alight at the white coast, this is a shining record from a single traveller.
- ISBN10 1775580202
- ISBN13 9781775580201
- Publish Date 1 October 2012 (first published 1 January 2012)
- Publish Status Active
- Imprint Auckland University Press
- Format eBook
- Pages 88
- Language English