Barbara Anderson (who died a few years ago) was a highly regarded New Zealand novelist but one new to me until I was introduced to her through my online discussion group. I've read so much Australian literature but relatively little from our neighbour with which we share so much history and culture but whose differences we acknowledge and value.
This novel, published in 1992, is a study of a marriage, of women's roles, of creativity and of an era when New Zealand (and Australia) were emerging from cultural Eurocentrism.
The first chapter is the 1980s book launch of a book by Jack Macalister, who has recently died. We are introduced to his widow, Sarah and to their daughters (aged 16 and 36) and to a man called Charles (with whom we learn Sarah had an affair in the past). We learn that Jack was a drinker and a womaniser and that Sarah is herself an artist - a painter.
Through this device, Anderson ensures that we are not reading this book for plot but rather to find out how Sarah and Jack lived and loved together, how each made their art and how they navigated the decades of the 50s onwards.
Sarah and Jack's work is grounded in their own country and community, even though they travel to Europe and live for a period in London. The author makes references to actual writers and painters to extend her fiction and to make readers think about culture, how it develops and changes through individuals and artistic movements.
This is a wonderful novel, enriched for me by online discussions. Barbara Anderson writes with great insight into her characters and shows how tenacity and tolerance is needed to survive as an independent person and artist within a marriage, a family and a community.