A child's world is an extraordinary place. At once small and insular with defined physical boundaries, and yet the possibilities of the imagination create whole new worlds and ways of looking at the same world we adults live in.
In 1956, New Zealand is indeed a very small and insular place. Ultra conservative and British to its core, the population is still dealing with the fall out of World War II. In the search for normality and stability, conforming is the key. Those with 'war issues' are expected to keep them close to the chest and deal with them in their own way - alcohol, religion, denial, violence. You get the picture. Yet as we know, the issues that these behaviours cover are never far from the surface.
But we live in an ever-changing world, and children of course have no knowledge or experience of war, hunger, deprivation, losing limbs, POW camps, battle and so
on. They take what they see going on around them and interpret it in a way that may not quite meet with the universal approval of those around them.
The narrator in this gem of a book is a twelve year old boy, nameless as it so happens although I didn't realise this until quite some time after I finished. Like many twelve year old boys, he has a sense of adventure, an inquiring mind, and best of all an extraordinary gift for writing. He lives with his Mum and Dad and two older brothers in an ordinary suburban street in Auckland. He goes to school, has good friends, knows almost everybody in his local community, loves fishing, rides a bike and totally loves his life. His teacher Mr Grainger, regularly sets the class essay topics which our young hero embraces with huge energy, seriousness and diligence. The story he writes to the topic "The Burden of Responsibility" is a great story our young man bases on a man in the community. Any twelve year old boy would fall over themselves to know such a story, but it has the potential to rip apart this little suburban community, and turn upside down their preconceptions and prejudices.
But not only is this a jolly good yarn. It so brilliantly captures the tone and character of what 1950s post war New Zealand society would have been like, packed with the details and nuances of daily life. The author grew up in a place in New Zealand just like this in the 1950s. It is almost as if he has found his own diary from boyhood and built his story around it. He is also a very astute observer of behaviour and how people interact with each other. I really enjoyed this story, and think it would be great reading too for younger readers.