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Duncan Fallowell
Profile Books, 279pp, £12.99,
Anthony Sattin
Wednesday, 20th February 2008

Anthony Sattin on Duncan Fallowell's account of New Zealand life

If you were left a legacy by a friend would you tuck it away, blow it on art, or buy something for your home or the person you share it with? Notting Hill-based writer Duncan Fallowell decided to do what it says on the cover and go as far as he could. Why? ‘So that I need never travel again. Because I’ll have cracked the planet, finally solved the terrible mystery of distance, and can relax.’ It is a tall order, but one that he tries valiantly, humourously, persistently to fulfil.

New Zealand doesn’t appear to have been a country Fallowell knew any more about than the rest of us. It is on the other side of the world, split in two, endowed with great beauty and home to more sheep than people. Oh, and The Lord of the Rings was filmed there.

One other thing he knew was that Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier toured New Zealand with the Old Vic in 1948. The idea that two of the world’s most famous actors — and its most celebrated married couple — might tour a country not known for culture is intriguing. It adds an element of quest to the project as he decides to follow their route and hunt down their locations.

Fallowell’s earlier travel books have acquired something akin to cult status, particularly his first, To Noto, an account of a journey to southern Sicily. Like that book, this is a picaresque tale, the confessions of a rogue on his way to the end of the earth. As with all such tales and, it seems, as with New Zealand itself, some parts are more rewarding than others; mostly they are not cities or major towns.

Olivier and Leigh provide a handy prism through which to view this land beyond the horizon. As he follows their footsteps Fallowell finds again and again that the theatre where they performed or the hotel where they stayed has been demolished, usually on the orders of modernising bureaucrats. The wilful destruction of New Zealand’s civic architectural heritage is one of the book’s persistent themes.

Less to the fore but equally interesting is the way New Zealand has struggled in the modern world. When Olivier visited, the islands were politically, intellectually and economically dependent on Britain. When the mother country joined the EU, it left its child bereft and with many scars to show.

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Hinemoa

February 23rd, 2008 7:56pm

The vagaries of opinion expressed by Fallowell seem to correlate directly with the currency of his sexual exploits. Too much unused testosterone equals splenetic outbursts - recently depleted testosterone stores equals happy disposition and therefore benign outlook. Read the book again with this in mind.

Madame Arcati

February 24th, 2008 10:44am

Drling Hinemoa would do better to read the book first before giving vent to her/his/its demented and frothing homophobia. Or read my review.

hinemoa

February 24th, 2008 7:56pm

Drling [sp?] Hinemoa HAS read the book. Drling Hinemoa doesn't subscribe to sycophancy.

John Fleckles

March 2nd, 2008 4:28am

I picked up the book in late February in Auckland at the end of my own three week journey around South Island and found that it mirrored my own reflections and experiences. Its a beautifully written appreciation of New Zealand outside its cities.

Patricia Josephine McCarthy

March 14th, 2008 11:23am

I am from New Zealand, and must agree hole heartedly with Duncans comments on the NZ society . It is emotionally and sextually backward and intellegent people are not allowed to florish, or entrepenures for that matter. It is a huge and common problem in NZ for the Tall Poppy syndrome , where someone who is talented, good looking or intellegent different to the mainstream is hated and made to feel a failure or a slut or radical or all of the above. Duncan is so right in that they are pulling down all the beautiful buildings and putting up revolting , money grabbing, cheap looking blocks that are an embarassment. As I am a designer and artist, it was a visual splendour to come to London and Paris and see the fantastical buildings and design features, I relised I was more european that Kiwi, of course being Irish decent. As far as the lesbian hair cuts and the attitude too, women aren't allowed to fully express femininty by wearing lovely dresses, colours etc and make-up without being called dumb,both by men or women or leared at and harassed by idiot men. I am off a farm in the south island and am forever revisiting the wonderful veiws and lifestyle there in my mind, and would love to go back. However the respect for my skills etc, here in London will be never matched in NZ, I will be hated even more , for being confident, artistic and now international in design and working for the top designers here in Fashion too. If only the Society there, could be alot more mature, confident in their natural talents and value their buildings and invest in beautiful design. The towns would them match the scenery. But at the moment they are an embarrassment. It is almost taboo for adornment to be accepted. It is a shame because young people are really missing out on alot of freedom of expression and exposure to an amazing world of design , literature, music and art. The pressure is to be into drugs, buggy jumping or rugby. People spend to much time critising everyone else rather than making something of their own life. It is a shame and getting worse , as an obsession with money has taken over. So talented people or intellectual people have to leave to venture overseas, depleting NZ of what they desparetly need.

Belladonna

March 28th, 2008 12:45am

Patricia Josephine McCarthy is a joke, right?

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