My novel 'The Age for Love' has been released for publication as an 'indie' today.
20 years in the making, it will be available on KDP Select (Kindle DIrect
Publishing) for $2.99 and on Smashwords for free (for a
limited period).
For your copy, go to smashwords.com or amazon.com (Kindle). You can then download it on kindle, your iPad or any other reading device.
For a taster,
here's the blurb:
Sheela Tree is the “strange name, a
name for keeping strangers company”, chosen for her career in theatre by Marie
Cassegrain.
Marie is the only daughter of Neils, a New Zealander whose parents
are Danish-born Lutheran, and Leila, born in Taranaki and steeped in the
traditions of Irish Catholicism.
It’s a mix described by a prominent
psychologist, consulted by her parents on behalf of her brother Laurence, as a
recipe for disaster - an opinion echoed by Sheela’s analyst Max Hatfield, “who
thinks she’s just a lush”.
Her childhood with five brothers inside what amounts almost to a pale - their Catholic parish in a Hawke’s Bay
town in the ’50s - is revealed during Sheela’s treatment in her 20s for
addiction to drugs and alcohol.
The “strangers” she comes across
include aspiring thespian Barrie Gore, with whom she becomes only too familiar,
whose father Cosmo is “chairman of the vestry at St Cuthbert’s and a pervert”,
and whose mother Violet is “a collector, a bully and a snob”.
There’s the mystic Graham Mikes, who
reads Juvenal and experiences “divine dazes”; Patrick Blackmoor, director of
the NZ Theatre Company and “a pimp of the sophisticated kind”; Father Edmund, a
monk given to giggling; Xavier Neyens, a French set designer and “man of passions” and
Dr Grayson Lamb, who finds the women and girls he refers for illegal abortions
in Christchurch “passive, even submissive” - and takes advantage.
Even the Cassegrain family are
strangers, or so they seem to “the broom brigade”, the shopkeepers and
accountants of the local Chamber of Commerce and the farmers on the Power
Board, Neils’ employer in Potangotango, “a quintessential Nazareth”.
Her mother Leila’s forte is fainting,
sometimes rehearsed, sometimes not; her engineer father Neils might be
described as charming, if charming were “a word with currency in Potangotango”;
her difficult, disruptive brother Laurence is bipolar and bisexual.
The Catholic Church is examined at a
time when, like bulimia and hate speech (not yet invented), there was no whiff
of sex abuse. A priest can be ‘fab’ or “choleric”, wear a roman collar and get
away with it. Sex outside marriage is sinful – but indulged. “You knew people
did it, and incredible though it seemed – imagine Mrs Redmond-Hogg, so thin and
mild, or Mr Rozbicki with his gumboots, his accent and harelip – even Catholics
did it.”
We glimpse New Zealand’s academia in
the days of Roger Hall’s Middle-Age Spread and its runaway success; the city of Cologne during WWII, and the hidden life of a little NZ monastery.
Seen through the eyes of a family
like the Cassegrains, the social mores of small-town New Zealand in the ‘50s
are anything but boring.
Incidents of a troubled childhood –
one, her mother forbids her to mention - prefigure a teenage pregnancy and
illegal abortion. Years later, at the Mas de l’Ange, a commune in France
frequented by theatrical types and governed in the spirit of Eros by her lover
Xavier, Sheela is confronted by the same dilemma, this time resolved in that
same spirit by Xavier, in the US.
But Sheela, who in New Zealand had
barely registered the existence of a tangata whenua, is eventually surprised by
a “yearning for something unique to Maori” which brings her home to the
hill where, her father had said, the sun always came out, in “the most beautiful
place in the world”.
Making a vineyard here, guided by the
mystic Graham Mikes and an unlikely newcomer, Sheela finds the lives she had
lost and new life for herself - but one which those earlier losses mean she may
still lose.