Monday, October 06, 2014

Auckland launch for Murray Edmond and Ted Jenner titles - you are invited - this Thursday


THEN IT WAS NOW AGAIN: selected critical writing by Murray Edmond

To read this selection from Murray Edmond’s essays, reviews, interviews, and letters is to take a ride through forty years of New Zealand’s cultural, social, and political history. Discussions of esoteric art theories, polemical interventions in literary spats, eyewitness accounts of political tumult, and anecdotes from the author’s private life are equally at home in this book, as Edmond carries us from the revolutionary era of his youth through the crises and conflicts of the eighties into the world of the twenty-first century.

Gathered together I think these essays make one of the most important contributions to a critical writing we have seen in this country for some decades.     —Peter Simpson

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THE GOLD LEAVES: (being an account and translation from the ancient greek of the ‘so-called’ orphic gold tablets) by Edward Jenner

The Gold Leaves is a study of ancient (c.400BC–300AD) verses, often fragmentary, incised on fragile gold leaves that have been found (and continue to be found) buried in graves and tombs in the culturally Greek parts of the Mediterranean world. These leaves have been placed carefully, perhaps on the chest, or in the mouth or in the hand, of the body. The leaves are messages designed to guide the souls of the dead on their journey to immortality and paradise.
Jenner aims to bring the Leaves to the attention of the reader who has no background in the Classics or ancient Greek but shares an interest in pre-Christian ideas about the soul, the Underworld and the afterlife.

Its sustained and patient close reading puts the modern reader back in touch with a culture in which poetry, or what resembles it, constituted knowledge at its most foundational. Somehow these scraps of text on leaves of gold in the mouths of the dead, humble if they don’t humiliate, poetry as we know it.

—Wystan Curnow

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