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I don't always list books in order of how much I liked them, but I will put my top three first this month because we are far enough through 2026 that I can be fairly confident that all three will make my top ten reads of the year...
Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver (novel, audiobook, US, 2022)
I read The Poisonwood Bible on an undergrad post-colonial literature course in my first or second year of university and it put me off Kingsolver for, oh, 25 years.
It wasn't just Kingsolver... that course had a way of sucking the life out of books and students. (I enjoyed every other ENGL paper I did at Vic, fwiw.)
Anyway, I kept seeing people (read: BookTokkers) hold up Demon Copperhead as one of the best books they had read, and I was sceptical. But I figured I should probably give it a go, for anthropological, zeitgeist-appraising reasons if nothing else.
Then I saw the audiobook was 21 hours long.
But also it was a modern take on David Copperfield (Dickens! I like Dickens!).
Deep breath. Hit play. And...
Gosh.
It does that thing fat books needs to do, which is world-build and plot-build, all on the back of a strong narrative voice. I thought Kingsolver did a good job of crafting a believable, flawed, male hero that is able to stand-in for some of the greater Oxy-fucked generation/red neck land-people vs money-people messaging, without being reduced to a cipher. Demon sees most females as sexual objects to the point it is believable/realistic, without going beyond into caricature or creepiness.
There are periods of picaresque, which is always a hard genre to pull off (or enjoy), but they allow the plot to move from island to island of hope/despair.
So yeah, let me start a BookTok account so I can recommend it to my followers.
Perfection by Vincenzo Latronico (novella, audiobook, Italy, translated edition 2025)
If 21 hours is too much of a commitment, how about less than three?
Latronico writes about a couple of European digital emigres living in Berlin through various waves of gentrification and evolutionary stages of the internet (the both do online design gig work) in the 2000s/10s.
Unlike with Demon Copperhead, this couple are deliberately kept as ciphers. We don't know for sure which country they've come from, or what they look like. Instead we get A LOT of detail about what their apartment looks like, and all the things they fill their lives with that ultimately don't fulfil them.
I'm pretty much the same age as Latronico, and the generation he's depicting is very much my generation, so the cipherishness meant it was very easy to paint in some of my own details (and then feel seen / attacked / appreciated).
This is a book I will recommend in-person to people who have sworn off BookTok (or left social media before it became a thing) but still have pot plants.
Frida Slattery As Herself by Ana Kinsella (novel, audiobook, Ireland, 2026)
Sitting somewhere between Demon and Perfection in length and approach, Kinsella's debut is a two-hander featuring actress Frida and theatre director John as their careers and lives intersect, intertwine and diverge over the course of two decades.
In vibe, it shares a lot with the detached-yet-actually-very-emo Sophie, Standing There. And maybe the glow of Sophie carried me through the early stages of Frida when otherwise I might have struggled. Who is to say?
As it was, I got swept up in Frida and John's foibles and theatre making (and the long sojourn when Frida stars in a US network TV show).
Experts in a Dying Field by Patrick Freyne (novel, audiobook, Ireland, 2026)
The book steals a Beths song for its title, and is about a band, but isn't really about music that much (and not Kiwi jangle-pop).
Band books are always fraught, and yet writers keep writing them and readers like me keep reading them. In a category where I can't think of any A-grade books (This is Memorial Device gets a B+, don't @ me), this at least gets a pass mark.
An Inspector Calls & other plays by J.B. Priestley (plays, audiobook, UK, audiobook edition from 2026, but plays from 1937 (x2), 1945 & 1947)
I can't remember listening to plays in audiobook form since I listened to all the performances of Shakespeare that the Brisbane library had on CD back in the first decade of this century. I must have listened to one or two more. But, Shakespeare aside, theatre always leaves me cold compared to books. The artifice of someone making these other people say things (and in a real theatre setting, say them over and over, night after night) in front of people who are probably even less diverse than the book reading public.
Maybe it was hanging out with Frida and John for so long, but I thought I'd try some plays. And straight away An Inspector Calls was hitting the wrong buttons - the heavy-handedness of calling the Inspector 'Goole' (ghoul... in-spectre...) and the way it all fit so nicely together. But then it kept going beyond the nice neat bow I thought it was tying and became a little messy again at the end - pleasingly so.
The next three plays, Time and the Conways, I Have Been Here Before and The Linden Tree are less audacious and, as such, feel more fully realised.
Or maybe that was me getting my theatre legs under me.
BIOGRAPHICAL INTERLUDE
The third month after a book launch is always weird.
There's the creeping fear that it's all over with.
Usually something crops up in month three to give you hope of another wave. But is it false hope? Dead cat bounce? You don't know yet. That's for month five or six... and even then there's the chance...
My month three was a bit different as I had already done some interviews back in August which, for whatever reason, still hadn't been published, so I had quite specific hopes.
But time was passing and I started to think maybe I'd been bumped off the Spinoff's Books Confidential carousel too much that my answers would never show up... until they did on 14 October.
Similarly, back in August I sent some emailed answers to the internal comms person at work who was going to do an article for the university's website and then two months later, up it popped.
Then there was the NZSA Otago-Southland Branch short story salon I appeared at, alongside three other writers at Moons here in Dunedin back on 8 Oct. That had been organised for many weeks, but at least I knew when it was happening and knew I hadn't been bumped or forgotten.
We had 10 minutes each to read, but the only two stories from Offshore Service I can read completely in that time I'd already read at my book launch ('The Waikato Farmers') or had republished in a national newspaper ('The Kick Inside'), so I elected to edit down '30 Ways of Looking at Marumaru South' to '15 Ways of Looking at Marumaru South'. It was an older story, but I'd never read it to an audience before. It was great to have them chuckling and mm-hmming at the right moments.
In October I also recorded an interview for PlainsFM's BookEnz podcast, but that hasn't been released yet.
Finally, on Thursday last week I found out I'd won the University of Otago's 48-hour flash fiction competition. Right now, that page doesn't say anything about who won, as I think the story is going out in this week's alumni e-newsletter... But I don't think it's a secret. I already have the uni-branded mug, notebook and lapel pin for winning :)
I really enjoyed writing this piece back on the last weekend of September, in part as a way to start moving on from Offshore Service, but not from short fiction completely. It felt like going back to the writing workshop days at the IIML.
Speaking of winning, but not of fiction, my programme won the best climate action category at the Green Gown Awards Australasia on Thursday night, and Otago won Sustainability Institution of the Year.
This was little over a week after our air travel reduction project was a finalist in the CANiE climate awards' best carbon reduction initiative category, but we got pipped by a regenerative farming project on the Galapagos Islands... You know, only slightly more charismatic than building emissions dashboards for middle managers.
Our wins in the Australasian Green Gowns mean we're automatically entered into the 2027 International Green Gowns (where I'm sure we'll be pasted by some permafrost restoration project in the Arctic, lol).
I feel I am forgetting some highlights from October - it was a busy month.
I'm on the Electrify Dunedin committee and our Expo in October attracted 1,200 people, which was considered a success. I did this radio interview to promote it back on 12 Oct.
My nuclear family + in-laws went to Riverton for Labour Weekend, which is always a good time.
The NBA season has started and I haven't been so empathetic about the Kings since Spencer Hawes was their starting centre. As of writing, they have played six games and lost them all. I've only watched two games. I may not watch any more unless they trade or permanently bench Zach Lavine and Domantas Sabonis. The Beam Team feels like a different geological age.
Oh, and on 5 October me and the kids rode the new extended #1 bus service from Dunedin to Ōamaru, watched the blue penguins come in that evening, stayed at the Criterion Hotel, and the caught the bus home the next morning. All for $11 (it took the council a month to re-introduce zone based fares, so as of November the price for an adult has quadrupled, but at $10 one way it's still cheaper than driving and unlocks interregional travel for many without wheels).
FILM & TV
East of Eden (limited series) - started watching after my quick trip to Ōamaru. The Criterion Hotel features a LOT.
Lanterns - Season 1 - mentioned I'd watched every episode but one in my September post, and I watched the finale in October and, well, it kinda sucked. Not True Detective Season 1 sucking (I'm amazed many have memory-holed how bad that show ended and now hold it up a some kind of triumph) - but its resolutions were at once too neat and also non-sensical. But looks like there will be a Season 2, so I'm sure compromises needed to be made to close some chapters and leave others open...
FRIENDS - various episodes - my daughter's latest evening binge watch is FRIENDS. She's currently finishing Season 4. It means I get to see parts of a couple of episodes a day. What's surprising to me is not the datedness that many of commented on already (the gay jokes, the fat jokes), but how static it is. The Central Perk. Monica and Rachel's apartment. Chandler and Joey's. There's so much artifice to make 90% of the action take place in three rooms (there is an episode in Season 4 where Joey needs to teach the superintendent to ballroom dance so he doesn't kick Monica out for subletting her grandmother's apartment... and there are times when Joey/Rachel/Phoebe claim to be struggling to make rent, but their precarity is never precarious. They hang out in a Manhattan coffee shop, owning the big couch and adjacent armchairs that face the audience like the narcissists they are. And yet we watched it then and we watch it now.
Three rooms. Six friends. Time slowly creeping up on them.
The horror.










