The unanticipated delight of December was reading this book. I just didn’t want it to end. Farrell’s facility with language, her mastery of writing techniques, her personal view of the world and her ability to weave together a whole range of disparate thoughts and strands into a satisfying reading experience are superb. It is also a really interesting phenomenon which I suspect we will see a great deal more of – a creative response to the personal stress of the Christchurch earthquakes. That is why it is a broken book. What started as a travel book about walks here and abroad by acclaimed NZ fiction writer, Fiona Farrell, deviated from the planned routes when her life was thrown entirely off balance by the quakes. She lives on Banks Peninsula. The result includes accounts of four walks (two in France, one in Dunedin and one in Christchurch), interspersed with 21 haunting poems about the earthquakes, all linked by a personal narrative which is poignant, understated yet remarkably coherent.

It is not without wider interest and humour. The dissertation on consumption (the Menton walk) was fascinating while the details on Robert Louis Stevenson (the Cevennes walk) were repellent. Her explanation of school hierarchy made me laugh out loud: “At high school, life became more serious. I was in 3P1. P for Professional. The girls in 3P2 would become nurses and primary-school teachers. In 3C for Commercial they would work in offices and do typing…. But the girls in 3P1 were destined for higher things. They did Latin and would go to university…. They would read Cranford and Jane Austen. They would become familiar with the habits of the rural gentry of nineteenth-century England.”
I found this book from one of our leading contemporary writers an absorbing and rewarding experience to read.
The Broken Book by Fiona Farrell (Auckland University Press; ISBN: 978 1 86940 576 2) reviewed by Abbie Jury.



