Enoyable historical fiction. Wonderful depictions of life in both Aotearoa and the Faroe Islands during the 1860-1880s.
Quotes and descriptions that I enjoyed:
“Ah well, sweetheart, as true as may be. A pinch of salt now and then to add flavour, you know. But true in its backbone.”
“You bloodthirsty northern men with your big guns. You are worse than the Ngapuhi. Go on then.”
“What a whakahihi! A little modesty would be welcome.”
“ah well, now, sweetheart, you asked for a true story this time. What is a fellow to do?”
“Conrad Rasmussen, you are an impossible man.”
Patupairehe? A fairy of the mist? Aue
These men are quick to throw away a tool when it becomes blunt. No thought about sharpening it.
“Pakura, you know he speaks quite well.”
“It sounds like boots on gravel. Too loud, too harsh.”
“He made me angry, you see, with his strong views, allowing for no shades of colour, only pure black or white. It was in his nature, I think. A bullying side of him. From a small boy he was the one who demanded to be first for the canoe ride or to take the first turn on the rope-swing above the river, pushing the other boys away.
The old man chuckles and his step is lighter as the two make their way over the uneven stones of the pathway. New Stories! Now that is better than brandy to warm an old man’s bones!”
The openness draws people, Clara included, as sea-birds are drawn to the promised feast of a returning fishing boat.
“come inside, Enok. We must have words.”
It is not healthy to approach the dark months of the year with a mind that is also in shadow.
On the coast, “disorderly’ has a fairly lenient interpretation so their behaviour must have been bordering on criminal to earn them the heave-ho.