Friday, 10 July 2026

 

Roar Squeak Purr: A New Zealand Treasury of Animal Poems

                                                                         


Roar Squeak Purr: A New Zealand
Treasury of Animal Poems (2022)
Editor: Paula Green
Illustrator: Jenny Cooper

 

 

Roar Squeak Purr:
A New Zealand Treasury
of Animal Poems
Ill. Jenny Cooper (2022)
Puffin/Penguin Random House
269 pages, Hardback
ISBN 978 0 14 377514 0

  In this mammoth poetry collection, Paula Green (poet, editor and mentor) promises animals both ‘real and invented, domesticated, wild, endangered, extinct,’ while illustrator Jenny Cooper apologises for the lack of unicorns but promises ‘barnacles and crocodiles galore.’ They both deliver.

Roar Squeak Purr: A New Zealand Treasury of Animal Poems contains an ark-load of animals, from tuatua to tardigrades, dolphins to dragons and karearea to flingamangos.   Paula Green encourages young people to enjoy and write poems, so there are plenty of poems by youthful bards. Equally well represented are such adult writers as James Norcliffe, Janet Frame, Ben Brown, Hone Tuwhare, Joy Cowley, Kyle Mewburn, Lauris Edmond, Bill Nagelkerke and Margaret Mahy.

The poems are all as lively as the creatures they depict. Jon Gadsby describes a hippopotamus as a ‘watery, snortery potamus thing’ while Joy Cowley creates an unforgettable cat in just four lines:

There was a cat called Moggy

Who used to swim in the sea.

It made her whiskers soggy

But it got her fish for tea.

 

My favourites both turned out to be the work of the talented Renee Liang. Not only did she write the world’s first poem about Tardigrades (the tiny creatures who can survive in boiling springs or outer space) but she also wrote the highly educational ‘Zombie Wasp’ which follows the life cycle of a deadly insect:

silent surgeon

jewelled sheath

creeping through

the leaves beneath

 stalks its patient

a crunching cockroach

unaware

it’s booked for lunch

 

Every page carries magnificent colour illustrations by Jenny Cooper, who uses different styles to match each poem. For Peggy Dunstan’s witty ‘Centipede’ she has created a cartoon centipede undergoing a shoe crisis. For Anna Jackson’s ‘Tuatara’, however, the dignified portrait reflects the words perfectly:

the tuatara sitting still

It hardly seems to move at all.’

 Note: There’s a reading of Sacha Cotter’s gloriously funny ‘Chook Chook’ available on YouTube.

 Marvellous to just dip into, Roar Squeak Purr also has two indexes – one for Animals; one for Authors – so readers can find their favourites again.

 The opening line of the first poem (‘Recipe for Happiness,’ by Tom Nalder aged 11) proclaims a perfect theme for this imaginative animal anthology:

 Imagination  - let it free.’

 

Trevor Agnew 11 July 2026  [Review 3847]

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Paula Green interview
By Trevor Agnew
30 Sep 2010  
For Magpies Magazine

                                                                                                


 

A small snowball in the head
Paula Green talks to Trevor Agnew

 

 

Paula Green may be the only author to have started her writing career before she could read. Her father was a Minister, with a study and – in those pre-computer days – a typewriter. Paula remembers, “I used to go and sit at his typewriter and write things. This was before I went to school, so it made no sense. I also used to like to write things in all his books, so in the end my parents had to elevate the books, and just have a bottom shelf with books that I could write in.”

 Paula credits her father’s skill at telling stories and using words with sparking her interest in words. “That was my first hook really – hearing him stand in front of a congregation and tell stories. There was a kind of poetry in the way he was speaking.”

 When she mastered reading, Paula found she was an eclectic reader, because in those days, “it was a matter of going to the Library and reading whatever the library had to offer you.” Like many her age, she was transported by Swallows and Amazons, the Arthur Ransome series. “You’ve got all these children who can go and do whatever they like, sail a boat, set up camp on an island for a week.  It doesn’t happen now.”

 She also loved reading A.A. Milne’s poems, but Paula stresses that she has never stopped reading children’s books. “When I started teaching, we had Margaret Mahy. To me, she’s our writer-genius, and she was inspiring for me.  Because I like to be a poet and I like to tell stories, I think she brings both things together – like in A Summery Saturday Morning.

 Two New Zealand poets played a significant part in turning Paula towards a career where writing and poetry would be crucial elements. When she was in Form 1 (Year 8) in Whangarei Intermediate School, the poet Frederick Parmee was her teacher. “He had had a few books published so he really connected with that ‘inner poet in you’ (if there is such a thing) and I just loved writing in that class. It felt like I was taking a really important step in my writing and he gave me a lot of encouragement.

 When she went on to Kamo High School, Paula found her teachers far less positive about her writing. “In fact, I wasn’t fortunate enough to come across any teacher who gave me the kind of encouragement I needed; it was the opposite. I remember my teacher in Year 12 saying, ‘You’re never going to get anywhere in the world writing like you do.’.”

Paula admits that comment threw her, but in the same year (1972) something happened that overrode the teacher’s remark.

 James K. Baxter [New Zealand poet, 1926-72] came to our school, stood on the stage in front of the whole of Kamo High School and he read his poetry and I just felt ‘Wow, this is it.’ I went home and I wrote some poems, some James. K. Baxter poems, and then a week later he died.”

Baxter’s sudden death heightened Paula’s experience. “I can remember I did this painting of him all in blue and wrote some more James K. Baxter style poems. At the same time I discovered Hone Tuwhare’s writing, which was quite different from the kind of things that Baxter was writing at the time, his Jerusalem Sonnets and that. I felt Hone Tuwhare was such a playful poet and cheeky, and I loved that too. All of these experiences set me on the path of writing.”

 They also set her on the path of teaching, something she loves. “I loved Wellington Teachers’ College. I loved being a teacher. I taught in New Zealand, then I went and lived in London and I taught there for a number of years. My last class in London I taught for two years. It was a very small class, a lot of disturbed children with no hope of getting anywhere so I threw the education system out the window. My aim was to get them to want to walk into that classroom. I turned them around. I worked with them for two years and at the end of it I felt utterly exhausted. I left teaching and just knew that I wanted to write. That had to be the main thing and everything else had to fit around the edges.”

 Paula completed her Ph.D in Italian literature at Auckland University and raised eyebrows by interweaving her own poetry with the academic prose of her thesis. “My academic writing conformed to the accepted model but then I printed a poetic version on tracing paper, so you had to lift it up to read the other one. It also meant that I had an excuse to keep writing poetry all the time I was writing my thesis.

 Paula Green became the Literary Fellow at the University of Auckland in 2005, the same year that she organised ‘Poetry on the Pavement’. Although they sound very different, she found the two roles worked well together. As Fellow, she had an office and could write whatever she liked. With ‘Poetry on the Pavement’, she chose a wide range of poems and had them hand-painted on the central Auckland footpaths by a sign-writer.

I had such fun doing that. I made a walk from the top of Karangahape Road down Queen Street, doing a loop so you could go right down to the harbour. My poem’s still there in Kitchener Street. Every now and then I’ll be at the traffic lights and I’ll see someone reading my poem. Once I saw these two guys reading it and when I came level with them, I said, ‘I wrote that. I’m the poet.’ They were Irish and had just arrived in New Zealand and they were saying: ‘Get out of here.’ ‘No way!’ ‘Oh, this is such a cultural place.’ They were so gob-smacked; it was such an amazing little moment.” Paula chuckles at the memory. “It’s not very often when you’re a writer, you get to spy on someone reading your work.”

 

Message on School Librarians listserv, 17 Sep 2010:

“We had Paula Green visit this week as part of our Poetry Week through NZ Book Council - she was fabulous with each class from year 1- 6 and pitched her presentation accordingly. She read her poems from Macaroni Moon and Flamingo Bendalingo with amazing expression and emotion. We all loved her visit and would highly recommend her.”

 Visiting schools to do poetry workshops is important to Paula. “I do lots of workshops from Year 1 to Year 13. That’s quite a range, to be able to go into. My whole idea is that I want them to step over the threshold into the business of writing poetry and to just fall in love with it. From that, if you fall in love with words and how they can spark and collide and do wonderful things, from that you can do all different other kinds of writing.”

 Paula’s earliest such poetry workshop visits were to her daughters’ school and resulted in an illustrated anthology of poems, Flamingo Bendalingo: Poems from the Zoo (2006). “I did workshops, then picked 50 children to be my co-poets.” She prefers not to follow a set formula. “If you’re writing a poem you say, ‘What happens if I put this word next to that word?’  So often I’ll do a jam session where we’ll start, almost like musicians, playing around with words.” 

 So then I start jamming around with words and we start making the words make music, so that each word is a musical note and suddenly it’s just like, it’s thrown everything up in the air, and they can just come to it in a completely different way.  I love doing it.”

  Paula’s method of writing children’s books begins in her head. She laughs, “This might have to change as I get older. It’s like having a little snowball in my head. It starts off small. It’s the seed of an idea, and then it gets bigger and bigger until it feels like there’s no room in my head for any more. It has to come down on to paper. I’ll have a notebook to put it in. For Aunt Concertina, I have got this notebook where I’ve written and rewritten over and mapped out the story. By ‘mapping out,’ I don’t mean making a plan so much as writing my way through the story or poem I’m doing.

 When her notebook is full of what she calls ‘funny poems,’ Paula finally goes to her computer. This is in her study, which she describes as ‘a little box’ near the house. “I’ve got windows that can look out on to the bush, so it’s very good. It’s a self-contained room, which means I’m away from being the mother and cooking and all those sorts of jobs. It’s quiet because we live in the country.”

 Paula is happy to provide a word picture of their surroundings at Bethells Beach. “We live ten minutes inland from the coast. It has black sand and wild waves, and people can drown there if they don’t know how to read the ocean. We go for long walks along the beach and, in winter, you’ll come across baby seals basking in the sun, and little blue penguins nesting. There are mussels on the rocks. Where we live, we can see the tail-end of the Waitakere Ranges, which is a fantastic area of bush in Auckland that is full of wonderful native birds and walks. It’s one of Auckland’s treasures.”

The Terrible Night (2008) introduced a remarkable storytelling cat. Although the tale is amusing, it had its origins in a personal crisis. Paula had been diagnosed with breast cancer but to her surprise this was also accompanied by “a renaissance” in writing for children. “I just loved it.  I decided that I would write junior chapter books, because when my girls were that age I had trouble finding stories that had appropriate content but which also challenged them.”

 With The Terrible Night, Paula decided that the rule for her stories - she has written three more which have yet to be published - was that each had to start from something that really happened to her, and that there would be an animal and a human in it. “The true part of it was I went to my daughters’ parent teacher night on a wild and stormy night in Auckland.  Rooves were being ripped off houses, and trees were being felled. The warning was ‘Don’t go out in this storm unless it’s an emergency,’ but I just thought ‘I have to go, I have to see my daughters’ work’.  And so I went to the school. There was no-one there, and the principal was being gusted across the playground towards me – “Hi, Paula!”  I went to the classroom.  There was no-one in the classroom, not even the teacher, but then in walked the cat.  It went over to the library corner, sniffed the books, then went and sat on a cushion.  And I just thought ‘I have to write this into a story’.  I liked the idea of The 1001 Nights, the classic storytelling thing, where each night you keep telling a story to remain alive.  So I thought of having little stories that the cat tells to the teacher. So there was that really traditional framing device of ‘There, it could be worse’.”

 A similar pattern had emerged in the genesis of Aunt Concertina and Her Niece Evalina (2009). Paula’s daughters, Georgia and Estelle, were the first to hear the stories about Aunt Concertina in their earliest form. Like Scherezade, Paula found herself relating an episode each night. “It began when they were little, and I would tell them the story every night in bed. Aunt Concertina and her niece Evalina had a kite, which could go anywhere, so anything could happen.  Every night, there would be an adventure.  And every night, I thought, ‘I’ve got to write that episode down; that’s a good one.’  But, you know, I was a mother, I was tired, I had so much on that I never wrote down a single word. In all the two years, nothing got ever written down.”

Years later, when Paula was writing the final version of Aunt Concertina, the girls would still rush home after school, this time to see what had been written. “They would race in the door each day and ask, ‘Have you written any more?’”

 Aunt Concertina is a handsomely produced, visually striking hardback, illustrated by Paula’s husband, Michael Hight. A professional painter, he was reluctant to illustrate his wife’s book.  “He’s very busy and he doesn’t see himself as a children’s illustrator, so he wanted me to get a ‘proper’ children’s illustrator to do the book.  But I wrote this book shortly after the breast cancer diagnosis and I think he just decided to make an exception this time.”

 Although Aunt Concertina is richly decorated, Paula actually gave no guidelines for the illustrations. “Basically I wanted to give an open canvas to the illustrator to have a kind of parallel rich narrative, with a lot of things going on. It was all his idea; I had nothing to do with it. And he did those paintings in oil (whereas the Flamingo Bendalingo pictures, he did in gouache) and the oil painting meant that these were much more time-consuming. So I I felt really proud of Aunt Concertina. The writing wasn’t like anything I’ve written before and I’ll probably never write anything like it again but, we both put a lot of time and effort into it.”

 Our interview took place at a particularly busy time for Paula. 99 Ways into New Zealand Poetry (2010), which she co-wrote with Harry Ricketts, had just been published and her fifth adult poetry collection, Slipstream (2010), which deals with her experience of breast cancer, was about to be launched. Paula feels strongly that Slipstream is linked to her writing for children. “I could only write Slipstream when I’d written The Terrible Night and Aunt Concertina and Macaroni Moon - the funny poems.”

 “People say, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’ They just pop into my head and sometimes I think ‘How did that get there and how am I going to do it?’ The idea was I wanted to try writing poems that make children laugh, that are funny and play around with words. The incredible step from The Terrible Night was those story starting-points, which led to the funny poems then to this adult collection, Slipstream, which is something altogether different.”

 

This article first appeared in Magpies Magazine, vol. 25 No. 5, Nov 2010, pages 1-3, NZ Supplement.


Some of Paula Green’s children’s titles:

Flamingo Bendalingo: Poems from the Zoo, Auckland University Press (2006)

The Terrible Night, Random House (2008)

Macaroni Moon and Other Poems, Random House (2009)

Aunt Concertina and Her Niece Evalina, Random House (2009)

Letterbox Cat and Other Poems, Scholastic (2014)

A Treasury of New Zealand poems for Children, Random House (2014)

Groovy Fish, Ahoy!/Cuba Press (2019)

The Little Tales of Hedgehog and Goat, Puffin (2022)

Roar Squeak Purr: A NZ Treasury of Animal Poems, Puffin (2022)

Remember Me: Poems to Learn by Heart from Aotearoa New Zealand, Auckland University Press (2023)

 

 

Trevor Agnew, Sep 2010. Updated Jun 2026



Sunday, 5 July 2026

The Stolen Stars of Matariki by Miriama Kamo

 The Stolen Stars of Matariki

                     

The Stolen Stars of Matariki

(No. 1 in series)
Miriama Kamo (2018)
Ill. Zak Waipara 
Scholastic
Picture book, 32 pages
Paperback
ISBN: 978 1 77543 543 1

 

This is a splendid picture book bringing some of the Māori traditions associated with Matariki into a 21st Century context.
Young Te Rerehua and his sister, Sam, are visiting their grandparents at one of Canterbury’s important Māori traditional sites, Te Mata Hapuku (Birdlings Flat), a massive shingle spit and traditional eeling site, “a magical wild, windy place,” where they can gather agates on the beach. While Poua (grandfather) is gaffing eels at night, the children lie on the shingle with Grandma, looking up at the stars.

One night Grandma spots something strange; there are two stars missing from the Matariki cluster. The patupaiarehe (fairy folk) have been stealing stars again. Their plan is to hide the stars beneath the shingle, to be smashed to pieces, so they can wear the fragments on their clothing.
Using Grandma’s knowledge (and Poua’s gaff) Te Rerehua and Sam manage to infiltrate and outwit the mischievous patupaiarehe, and restore the kidnapped stars to their rightful place in the heavens.
Miriama Kamo has written a beautifully-styled story which has the simplicity and power of traditional folk tales.
Zak Waipara has produced magnificently atmospheric illustrations, with richly patterned and coloured backgrounds. He has successfully achieved the difficult task of mixing human and supernatural characters, as well as the technically difficult feat of portraying night-time activities. The result is a handsome and appealing picture book.

The Stolen Stars of Matariki now joins a select mini-library of celebrations of Matariki.
These include Matariki (2003), Glow-Worm Night (2004), The Seven Stars of Matariki (2008), and Tawhirimatea: A Song for Matariki (2017).

In 2018 Scholastic also published a Māori language edition, Nga Whetu Matariki Whanakotia, with the Māori translation by Ngaere Roberts. [ISBN 978 1 77543 535 8]

Note: The rising above the North-east horizon (in May-June) of the star cluster of Matariki marks the Māori New Year. While it is common to count seven stars forming the cluster known as Matariki (or Subaru or Pleaides) some Māori identify nine. The nine names are Matariki, Pōhutukawa, Waitī, Waitā, Waipuna-ā-rangi, Tupuānuku, Tupuārangi, Ururangi, and Hiwa-i-te-rangi.
Source: Christchurch Library Website: The Nine Stars of Matariki

During the 2020 Covid-19 Lockdown, musicians from the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra provided a musical background, as Miriama Kamo read The Stolen stars of Matariki aloud. The composer of the original music is Claire Cowan.
Website: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWWcM0BWwwc

Teaching notes for The Stolen Stars of Tamariki are at: stolen-stars-of-matariki_tn.pdf

NOTE: By June 2026 there were five books in the Matariki series by Miriama Kamo and Zak Waipara:

 The Stolen Stars of Matariki (2018)

The Twin Stars of Matariki (2023)

The Kai Stars of Matariki (2024)

The Wild and Windy Stars of Matariki (2025

The Caring Stars of Matariki (2026)

 

Māori language versions of these books are also available:

Ngā Whetu Matariki Whānakotia (2018)

Ko Ngā Whetū Takirua Matariki (2023)

Ko Ngā Whetū Kai o Matariki (2024)

Ko Ngā Whetū Hauhau, Whetū Tarakaka o Matariki (2025

Ko Ngā Whetū Raupī o Matariki (2026)

 

Trevor Agnew  13 May 2018 [updated June 2026]




Saturday, 27 June 2026

DAVID HILL - A PROFILE (2017)

 

DAVID  HILL - A PROFILE

By Trevor Agnew

First published in
Magpies Magazine, May 2017
 Dusted off to celebrate David Hill's 
84th Birthday in June 2026:

 John McIntyre’s recent Newsletter from The Children’s Bookshop at Kilbirnie, mentions “the growing number of children’s authors well past retirement age still pumping out stories.” He notes Jack Lasenby (85), Maurice Gee (85) and Joy Cowley (80) and then points out that “David Hill is in his mid-70s and his recent history-themed fiction is among his very best work.”

 The youngest of that quartet of silver-haired literary lions, David Hill, has no illusions about the public perception of the elderly.  In his novel Sinking (2013) he makes young Conrad say that, “George is really old, about 65, maybe.” That would make George about six years younger than David at the time.

As a society, we tend to undervalue the aged (which was one of the themes of Sinking) but David Hill’s achievements as a writer are remarkable because of the consistently high quality of his written work, whether as journalist, columnist, author, reviewer or playwright.

  By my rough tally, David Hill has written more than fifty books for young adults. He was awarded the New Zealand Order of Merit for services to literature in 2004. He has a cupboard-ful of awards, including the Esther Glen Award (twice), the Gaelyn Gordon Award, the Margaret Mahy Lecture Award, and the Silver Quill award (for See Ya Simon). Coming Back was selected for The White Ravens International Youth Library Stand at the Bologna Children’s Book Fair. His novel My Brother’s War won the NZ Book Awards for Children and Young Adults for Best Young Adult Fiction, while, last year, his picture book First to the Top won the Non-Fiction Award.

 

So his 75th year, and the 25th anniversary of his first novel, seemed a good time to ask David Hill to reflect on his long writing career.

 His response was typically generous and funny. “Hi, Trevor, I’ve washed the car and done some of my bloody Income Tax return, so I’ll turn with relief to answering some of your questions.

 Most authors, when asked the chestnut about ‘where you get your ideas from,’ admit to being influenced by episodes from their childhood and adolescence. Anyone who has read The River Runs or Journey to Tangiwai will realise that Napier and Hawkes Bay occupy an important section of David Hill’s memory banks.

 

Yes, I was born in Napier, and we lived on the hill in a dilapidated, old, rented house till I was 15. My parents were saving for their own house – that golden vision of the post-World War II years.  I remember the determination of their saving: the vegetable garden; the use of firewood cut with friends so they didn’t have to spend on heaters, and the darning and sewing to avoid buying new clothes. I found them irritating as a teenager; now I recognise and respect them, and they’ve given me wonderful material for stories.”

 Those raised in or around Napier are constantly reminded of the effects of the 1931 Hawkes Bay Earthquake, which severely damaged the area. David, born there in 1942, is no exception.

 My Mum had indeed been in a farmhouse which was wrecked by the 1931 Hawkes Bay earthquake, and she told me numerous stories about it, which I’ve pillaged subsequently. It also made me realise the potential in other such dramas, so I’ve written quite a lot about river crossings, train wrecks, frightening climbs, and near-drownings. The precariousness of human life is such a powerful source of material.”

   David Hill began school at Napier Central Primary School (which he has immortalised in several articles and stories) followed by Napier Intermediate and Napier Boys’ High School. Peter’s first day at Napier Boys’ High in Journey to Tangiwai reflects David’s memories, “I put on my uniform: light-coloured khaki shorts, roman sandals, NBHS school cap…The older ones all wore their caps pushed back on their heads, so Tom and I did the same.”

 

David Hill agrees that recognition of past events or objects can create a bond between writer and reader, particularly memories of school.

Funnily enough, these schools I went to come a lot into the adult fiction I write. I’ve done a lot of short stories for radio and magazines, plus various feature articles. Adults (of course) love reading about the times of their youth, so I exploit this.”

  When asked about his youthful self, David Hill is typically self- deprecating and uses such words as small, timid, shy, lazy, and awkward. He even used alliteration when he told an early biographer, Tom Fitzgibbon: “I was short, stout and stammering.” He found that being overlooked was a bonus for his future career.  I was the kid in class whom people didn’t notice much, which turned out to be brilliant for a writer – I could watch them instead.”

 I was a socially inept teenager, and that turned out to be SO valuable for me as a writer, because my memories of shyness, awkwardness, and the desperate wish to be cool and popular remain, as do the strategies and lies I used to try and promote myself. Wonderful material.”

 

As well as being an enthusiastic writer from an early age, David Hill was also an enthusiastic reader. Although he is an admirer of the writing of Margaret Mahy, Joy Cowley and Maurice Gee, asking him about other favourite writers is wasted effort.

    “I was an omnivorous and undirected reader for years; I gulped and swallowed and read for entertainment. Realistic adventures appealed most. I’m a real disappointment, in the sense that NO one author inspired me – indeed, I’m hard pressed to remember titles or names. But early on, I got into the HABIT of reading, and it remains a great solace and charge.

I love Virginia Woolf’s description of a group of people arriving at the Pearly Gates. St Peter looks at them, and says, “Oh, you’re readers. Come straight in.”

 At Victoria University in Wellington, David graduated with MA (Hons) and says that, to his surprise, he found that literature was fascinating. And useful.

 After four years’ study, I was saturated in the cadences, images, vocabulary and topics of great writers. I still draw on them, for a phrase, a rhythm, or an image. It was a wonderful training. So was high school teaching, which I did and enjoyed for 15 years, in various parts of New Zealand, and in the United Kingdom for two years. (I taught Princess Margaret’s two kids!)  The need to communicate in a manner which was acceptable and interesting to teenagers, (along with the classroom events, anecdotes and personalities) still offers material for me to use as a writer.”

 David Hill was a teacher’s teacher.  As a rural high school teacher in the 1970s and 80s, I took pleasure in reading his book reviews and articles, and using his text books, such as Introducing Maurice Gee and On Poetry.

  “I found great pleasure and emotional satisfaction in teaching high school English. To see kids moved by stories; to watch them silent and enthralled as I told them the story of Beowulf, or to realise the girls were crying at the end of Romeo and Juliet, and the boys were stirred and moved by Wilfred Owen and the great English ballads – terrific. And to watch their pride when THEY had written something and it was heard and admired by the others. Most satisfying.”

  So why did you take the huge step of leaving teaching to become a professional writer?

 I wanted to write; I’d been doing it in small amounts (poems first; then short stories, articles; a couple of plays) for years, ever since my first years of teaching. I knew that if I didn’t try it fulltime, I’d wonder for the rest of my life what I’d missed. So I took a year off and wrote fulltime. I did two full-length plays for schools, which got published. Performances of them still bring me....$25...$31.50....35 years later!

Then I taught for one more year and we counted our money. Beth, my dear supportive wife had just returned to teaching Latin and Classical Studies part-time, so....so off I went.

What a feckless fool!”

“I’d be VERY apprehensive now but it was a buoyant time then, with a lot of outlets and publishers. Now, with the dwindling markets, I feel great admiration for young writers who commit themselves. “

 At first I was writing equally for kids and adults. More plays; radio stories; travel pieces; a lot of book reviewing, which I still do, and value greatly – because I get paid for sure.  (And that matters a lot for a fulltime writer. You can spend 10 to 14 months on a book and are always aware it may earn you absolutely nothing.)” I also value the outside writing because it takes my reading outside my comfort zone; I have to read things I might not choose to. And it keeps me in touch with what’s being written.”

 2017 is the 25th anniversary of the publication of David Hill’s first Young Adult novel. Today See Ya, Simon is an award-laden classic, still in print and available in several languages but the manuscript was initially rejected. All that changed in 1992 when Wellington publisher Ann Mallinson snapped it up.  David acknowledges that a story about a dying boy in a wheelchair might put publishers off but he had strong family reasons for writing it.

 I began See Ya Simon soon after our teenage daughter’s friend died of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, when Helen was just 15. Suddenly, Helen’s world wasn’t safe any longer. Fear and mortality had stepped right forward. I watched her face the challenge and accept it, and I was so impressed that I began the novel.”

“I realised that there were all sorts of things I could try and write novels about for teenagers and younger kids. My whole writing life changed.”

 Humour is usually a response to serious issues and David Hill certainly hasn’t avoided serious issues in his writing. In See Ya Simon, Nathan’s best friend Simon is 14, witty, intelligent and has less than a year to live. Nathan’s account of Simon’s last months of life is simple and unsentimental but also very funny. Despite, or perhaps because of, Simon’s impending death, See Ya Simon is one of the funniest books ever written about life in New Zealand high schools.

 Yes, I do use humour, don’t I? Even in the sad stories; even in the war stories. Actually, I use humour ESPECIALLY in those stories; it breaks the tension and provides variety. It’s a risk and I love the excitement of including it. I think we’ve all got this inner dialogue going on in our heads constantly in which we see the idiocy, the comedy, the great/trivial juxtaposition of what we do and what the world is. I very much enjoy trying to include that.”

 You once said that you enjoy writing about teams because they contain different types of people “so there’s always the chance for unexpected, brilliant or disastrous things to happen.” In the 1990s, you wrote several sports novels, including one of my favourites Give It Hoops where a basketball player has only one leg and the team’s tattooed coach is there as part of his community service sentence.

 We also find your characters teaming-up to work for the environment in Comes Naturally And to survive in the bush in Take It Easy. Your latest war novel, Flight Path uses the same idea of teamwork – a bomber crew’s continued survival depends on their co-operation and trust. These novels must have posed research challenges.

  Indeed, any team, group or crew is a promising area for diversity – and it comes with the problem of trying to make all the members somehow diverse and distinctive. There’s always one or two about whom you find yourself fretting “What can I do to make this one stand out??” I find different hair colours and favourite foods or songs help.  I do like the dynamics among a group; it allows for such a range of moods and registers.”

 I wondered how a writer who produced a steady stream of books, articles, radio talks, reviews, columns, and broadcasts organised his time. All authors are asked about their writing habits but you must be the only one to share your working space with a washing machine.

   “As a teacher, I’d been used to timetables. When I went writing fulltime, it seemed natural to make a timetable and follow it. I still do. I write Monday-to-Friday, 8.30 am to 1 pm (roughly). I do about an hour in the afternoon. (I’ve never been a stay-up-all-night writer.) The days go by; the pages go by. Working to a timetable takes a lot of pressure off me.”

 “I’ve always liked to write where I’m in touch with the rest of the house, but slightly detached. For the last 21 years, I’ve written in a room between the kitchen and the back porch. I share it with the washing machine and hot water cylinder. It’s an open plan sort of (old) cottage, so I can see in all directions and talk to people as they pass through. I like that. I talk to Beth about what I’m writing, how we did at the Pub Quiz and where I put my car keys. I like that, too.”

 

David Hill can take dull questions about the mechanics of writing and magically transform his answer into something fresh and exciting:

 I can hardly ever say when an idea “comes from”. I find it’s there; it’s been there for a while. It’s a kernel; now I have to sit down and....what does one do with a kernel? Should I say I develop it?  Grow it?  Bake it? Anyway, I start taking enormous numbers of notes about it: settings, characters, possible events, historical details. I could research for ever. I put the first draft off as long as possible. I begin that draft with great enthusiasm. After five chapters, I know it’s the most boring thing I’ve ever written. I trudge on, doing everything I can to make it move. (My first drafts are still pen on paper, by the way; there IS a link between the nerves of the wrist and the nerves of the frontal cortex, i reckon....) As the final chapters approach, I often get that wonderful feeling of the book picking itself up and heading for the end. I write the final sentence, slash a diagonal line underneath, and shout “Yes!” (I do!) Then I leave it for a couple of weeks, start transferring it to the computer, and I’m editing, editing, editing for the next 4 or 5 months.”

 

You dedicated Flight Path to New Zealand writers, Fleur Beale and Norman Bilbrough, as ‘staunch writing friends.’ I take it their support has been important to you?

 I never feel confident that a book will be accepted. I’m encouraged and comforted by writing friends, who understand the apprehensions and pleasures. Yes, two whom I particularly value are Fleur Beale and Norman Bilbrough, to whom I can talk about all aspects of the job, and who always say sensible and positive things.

I’ll also mention Elizabeth Smither, NZ poet and novelist, who lives in our town of New Plymouth. Elizabeth has written just two kids’ stories in her illustrious writing life, but it’s grand to have her near. Again, you’re sharing frustrations, concerns, pleasures with a fellow tradesperson. In an essentially solitary occupation (solo violin, please) that’s a wonderful help.”

 Young Adult novels (like young adults) often enter controversial areas. Your treatment of sexual abuse in Kick Back is caring and thought-provoking. You treat such topics as depression and self-harming in Right Where It Hurts. Racial issues and sporting pressures appear in The Name of the Game.  Teenage pregnancy is a major issue in Duet. In my opinion you handled these issues well and offered a range of voices. Yet I believe you have been criticised for placing serious issues before young readers.

 Is this a problem for Young Adult writers?

 The pleasures of writing for YA or younger readers include the fact that they’re encountering certain ideas or topics or techniques for the first time, so there’s a wonderful freshness to their responses. They’re also severe critics; they don’t have the patience with dull or bad writing that adult readers do. They have a built-in bullshit detector.  You have to be on your toes.

Another issue is that while writers for adults usually are judged on literary grounds only, YA and children’s writers are judged both on literary and ethical grounds. I’ve been accused of being “subversive.....coarse....preaching promiscuity.....using foul language.....mocking decent values”. It startles me; I actually think I’m a wimp as a writer. Note that ALL these accusations come from adults, usually adults with religious, political or social agendas.

 Kids just get on with the book.”

 Your recent historical novels, all with a military theme, are enthralling and thought-provoking. (These are the ones that John McIntyre puts among David Hill’s ‘very best work.’) Brave Company explores New Zealand’s naval contribution to the Korean War. Enemy Camp is about a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp in Featherston, while Flight Path gives a bomb-aimer’s view of the World War 2 air war over Europe.

My Brother’s War is a vivid portrayal of the philosophical dilemma of war. The routines of imprisonment and punishment for conscientious objectors in the Great War are contrasted with the routines of military training and trench warfare. It is grim stuff, controversial in its day and still powerful.

Last year I was at the funeral of a man who had been imprisoned as a conscientious objector. He had chosen a passage from My Brother’s War as one of the readings. This is the true power of the storyteller – taking people’s experiences and putting them into words that resonate with readers.

 Why have your most recent novels been set in the past?

 I’m being asked a lot recently about why I’m writing war / historical novels. Simple – I can’t write convincingly about contemporary children’s lives any more. Why not? Technology. It suffuses their lives. It’s not just an add-on, which I could try to research and include very carefully. Cellphones, tablets, all the things whose names I don’t know; they affect almost everything kids do – their movements, language, communication, comprehension, thinking. I don’t know it; it’s a different world.”

 It would be futile and disrespectful of me to try and show it from an uninformed older person’s limited viewpoint. So I have three choices: I can write fantasy (which I’m no good at). I can put contemporary kids in a situation where the electronics aren’t available (possible). I can write about the past – and that’s what is occupying me very contentedly just now.”

 Actually, the book I’m working on just now (and I confidently expect it to win me an award as Most Boring YA Novel of the Millennium) is about 130 years of two families in a New Zealand valley. I’ve got about SIX historical periods! I am re-hashing an interminable number of stories from my own childhood. I’m having a great time.”

 Those unaware of the merits of David’s book reviews can find his review of Jennifer Beck’s   picture book Torty and the Soldier on The Sapling website. [www.thesapling.co.nz],

One sentence will do:

W. H. Auden reckoned that the three rules of good writing were: 'BE BRIEF. BE BLUNT. BE GONE'. Add to those: 'BE WARM. BE MISCHIEVOUS', and you're getting the tone of top-level children's writing and illustrating which distinguishes a work like this.”

 The illustrator of that book, Torty and the Soldier, is Fifi Colston, which allows me to segue to David’s recent flurry of picture books:

 About 5 years back, Scholastic NZ asked me to write a World War I picture book. They gave me free rein. It was HARD!! I wrote far too much, was far too discursive and tried too many clever tricks. I realised I had to cut and cut and cut, AND leave the pictures to do a lot of the work. Every picture book writer has known this for years; it was a late-life revelation for me.

Then Fifi Colston came up with these beautiful images for The Red Poppy, which made my mouth flop open. The same with young Phoebe Morris’s illustrations for the Famous New Zealanders series (Edmund Hillary in First to the Top; Burt Munro the motorcyclist in Speed King; Jean Batten the aviator – due in August; Peter Blake the yachtsman and environmentalist – due next year.)

I find it fascinating to have to DISTILL so much into so few words. And I’m sincere when I say that I feel privileged to see my words set against these beautiful, often genuinely magic images.

 Advice to illustrators? I wouldn’t dare. But I know that Phoebe doodles and scribbles and drafts ALL the time. That’s always been my advice re writing – write, write, write; put in the mileage; keep everything. And in the case of illustrators, know the technology.

 FINALLY  

   Because I’ll stop there, if you don’t mind, Trevor. I do like your “What question would you like an interviewer to ask?” I’d like them to ask “Are you happy to be a writer?” I’d reply “Hell, yes’ (You may vary the words, Trevor). “And hugely privileged”.

 "Hope that’s some use. Best of Luck with the article. And, good sir, my thanks to you for all you do for us writers.

   David

 

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A Selection of Riches

25 Books by David Hill:

See Ya, Simon 1992

Fat, Four-Eyed and Useless, 1997

Give It Hoops, 1997

Boots ‘n’ All, 1997

Time Out, 1999

Afterwards, 2000

The High Wind Blows 2001

The Name of the Game, 2001

The Sleeper Wakes, 2001

Right Where It Hurts, 2002

No Big Deal, 2003

No Safe Harbour, 2003

Journey to Tangiwai, 2003

Coming Back, 2004

Duet, 2007

The River Runs, 2008

Fire on High, 2009

Sinking, 2013

Brave Company, 2013

My Brother’s War, 2012

The Red Poppy, ill Fifi Colston, 2012

Enemy Camp, 2016

First to the Top (Edmund Hillary) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2015

Speed King (Bert Munro) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2016

Flight Path, 2017

Sky High (Jean Batten) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2017

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Some more recent riches since 2017: 

Finding, 2018

Hero of the Sea (Peter Blake) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2018

Dinosaur Hunter (Joan Wiffen) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2019

Taking the Lead (Jacinda Ardern) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2020

Three Scoops: Stories, 2021

Coast Watcher, 2021

Below, 2023

Mother of the Nation (Whina Cooper) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2025

Giant Heart (Jonah Lomu) ill. Phoebe Morris, 2026

 

Tuesday, 23 June 2026


 

The Farmer’s Pyjamas  

Ruth Paul

 

The Farmer’s Pyjamas 
Ruth Paul (2026)
Walker Books
Picture book
34 pages, hardback
ISBN 978 1 760659 91 2


 Before the farmer’s day is done,
she does her chores, one by one.’

Young readers (and young people being read to) take a gleeful delight in picture books where things go wrong. They also enjoy spotting clever details in pictures. The Farmer’s Pyjamas is a winner both ways. Ruth Paul has a great story and uses words and pictures with admirable skill to tell it in the best possible way.

 There is a gentle introduction; the calm before the storm. The farmer is completing her evening round of work, in artist-author Ruth Paul’s rhyming couplets:

She milks the cow, counts the sheep.
sings the piglets off to sleep.

The catalogue of animals the farmer cares for is well done, from llamas to hens, horse to cat. At night, the farmer brushes her teeth and heads for bed, after her hard day’s work. Then disaster strikes. Her pyjamas are missing! Readers have already seen the farmer’s favourite pyjamas on the cover and half-title page, a snazzy navy-blue pair with a career-appropriate pattern of sheep.  [The fabric’s pattern of sheep is repeated on the endpapers for those planning to dress up for their next Favourite Characters contest.]

Without her favourite pyjamas, the farmer can’t get to sleep, so she becomes increasingly muddled as she yawns her way through her usual chores.

She milks the horse, stables the cow,
puts the sheep in the sty with the sow.’

This is fun for the reader but not for the animals, who start their own search for the missing nightwear, with the hens scratching in the garden and the llamas inspecting the strawberry patch. It is the dog who uses his nose and solves the mystery.

The conclusion – no spoilers – is simultaneously amusing, charming and … just perfect.

 

Ruth Paul’s illustrations for her story are appealing and witty. Her large-eyed animals are a delight, especially the blue cow (a nod to Marc Chagall) and the sneezing-and-spitting llama. Perhaps her funniest illustration shows a band of boisterous piglets roosting on the henhouse perches.

 The layout of The Farmer’s Pyjamas deserves special mention. (Design by Sarah Mitchell.) No two pages are the same. The colourful pictures, large and small, carry the readers along through the story. There are cute details and clever linking methods, making this book a joy to read with young people.   

 The Farmer’s Pyjamas is a classic of the future.

 

 Trevor Agnew

23 June 2026  [Review 3848]

Friday, 19 June 2026

 

Tama and the Taniwha    
Melanie Koster  Monica Koster

                                                                      


   
                                                        

Tama and the Taniwha   
Melanie Koster 
Ill. Monica Koster
Scholastic (2023)
Picture Book, 32 pages
Paperback
ISBN 978 1 77543 793 2

 

Don’t put your waewae in the water … or the taniwha might get you.’

This picture book for young readers takes a wryly humorous look at a young boy, Tama, being teased by his three older sisters. Bobbing about in the lake, they tease him about the possibility of a taniwha. ‘Tasty toes!’ taunts Hinewai.

Nervous, Tama checks with Grandad who has never seen a taniwha there. Grandma, swimming backstroke in the lake, is more encouraging, ‘You should join me! The water is beautiful!

Tama master his fear, despite his sisters’ jokes, and starts swimming.  Suddenly each of the sisters feels something touching their feet. Hinewai, Tui and Maia scramble out of the water to Grandad. Tama, however, carries on swimming and meets the taniwha.

The illustrator Monica Koster (who is Melanie Koster’s artist daughter) has created colourful images of Tama’s experiences at the lake. Her illustrations are a fine match for the vivid word-pictures in the text, such as Grandma’s swimming costume which ‘gleamed like a polished pāua shell.’ She has created an attractive family as well as some beautiful underwater scenes. The taniwha – both in its imaginary and real form – is portrayed with flair and humour.

Young readers will find that this is a story where they can find pleasure in unravelling the plot and interpreting the illustrations. As a bonus, they learn the Māori words for body parts from waewae [toes] to māhunga [head].

 

Note: Teaching notes for Tama and the Taniwha are on the Scholastic website at: tama-and-the-taniwha_tn_final.pdf

A Māori language edition, Ko Tama me le Taniwha, is also available.

Trevor Agnew, 23 August 2023

[Review 3587]