Winner: Elizabeth Smither (right)
Runners-up: Majella Cullinane and Jane
Williamson
DAVID EGGLETON, JUDGE - The Landfall Essay Competition 2012
Reading the entries, I became by turns an
armchair traveller, a priest in a confessional, a student in a lecture room, a
confidant in a tête-à-tête over the teacups, the recipient of proselytising
tracts. All had something to offer, experiences to impart.
One
essayist wrote in praise of old-fashioned letter-writing, another about
visiting Antarctica. In the grand tradition of this competition, it was a
commentary on our culture: a poem-laced account of struggling with the consequences
of mental illness; an insider’s eye-view of recent protests at National Party
gatherings in Auckland; the history of the extinct huia bird; an author’s
discovery of the story of Te Whiti o Rongomai by way of an art exhibition about
Parihaka; recollections of growing up in West Auckland; notes on daily life in
present-day Grey Lynn; a story about sibling rivalry more like fiction than
factual essay; a saga about fear of intimacy.
Two
runners-up: journeying between specific places in Ireland, Italy, England,
Spain, Greece, and finally New Zealand, Majella Cullinane’s ‘A Chronicle of
Short Walks and Diversions to the Place of the Green Parrot: Limerick to
Paekakariki’ considers both the regrets of dislocation and the joys of
relocation. This writer transforms her family story into a kind of symbolic
literary pilgrimage.
And there was something galvanised and hypnotic
about Jane Williamson’s ‘The Rising Epidemic of Bullying – In All Its Insidious
Forms and Guises’. The author possesses a sure sense of verbal rhythms, but her
text is not expressly literary, instead it makes itself felt as a field, or
arena, of combative anecdotes and complaint-energised assertions.
Many essayists were concerned to express ‘the
virtuous’—sermonising or memorialising—but they lacked ‘virtuous prose’,
writing that manifested elegance of style, spontaneity of thought, and
unsettling perceptions. In the winning essay, ‘Reading a Bad Book Is Like
Getting Food Poisoning’ by Elizabeth Smither, one is immediately aware of a writer
concerned with refreshing that now contentious phrase ‘the common reader’
(Virginia Woolf’s term). My eye was caught by what read like a bit of personal
literary journal, written to amuse its author as much as anyone. It’s a
memorable chunk of prose, with the sparkle of rock crystal, arriving at astute
and witty observations on bestsellers and book-clubs.
Landfall 224 cover (in which the results are published and will be in bookshops next month)
Landfall 224 cover (in which the results are published and will be in bookshops next month)
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