Robin Hyde, aka Iris Wilkinson, the NZ novelist who overdosed on amphetamines
It wasn’t that long ago that amphetamines and methamphetamine were legal in New Zealand, commonly used to manage weight loss, taken by athletes or night...
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It wasn’t that long ago that amphetamines and methamphetamine were legal in New Zealand, commonly used to manage weight loss, taken by athletes or night...
This is the first time a bilingual book has won the Margaret Mahy Book of the Year Award.
SUPPLIED Part of a page from the 1853 ‘Castlepoint – Wairarapa’ Crown Purchase Deed with a detailed map and te reo Māori headings. ABWN 8102 W5279 Box 42/WGN 188, Archives New Zealand Te Rua Mahara o te Kāwanatanga. New Zealand has registered five more items of national significance with UNESCO’s Memory of the World programme. Five items were the given honour and registered on Wednesday: Crown Purchase Deeds, literary and personal papers from author Robin Hyde, a collection of Olaf Petersen photos, papers of artist Colin McCahon and his wife Anne, and Wellington nun Suzanne Aub...
Forget now 1.1.1 $700,000 seems a lot considering that the air force already owns the helicopters, so that's just fuel, maintenance, and maybe staffing (but that'd be army pilots and police spotters? So already employed just reassigned). I do know from once living in rural parts near a usually tranquil growing area, those helicopters flying so low are really loud and annoying. Far worse than tourist flights which are at least on the way somewhere rather than circling for days over the same area. Tricledrown 1.2 Police realise that alcohol 'meth etc...
A tunnel is the escape route north, steep hills to the south. Everything feels a long way away. We need a reason to leave town. My father thought anything south of the Bombay Hills was the South Island. His kāinga was Pakiri, north of Auckland, with its loose-metal roads and indolent river, its cowsheds and scorching beach. Now there are better roads but many more cars. I visit the cemetery at our marae just beyond Leigh: this is our ‘meeting-place past the end of the world’ where my father waits for me. I rarely make the drive over Pakiri Hill to the valley of ghosts and fragmented mem...