Words That Make Worlds. Arguments That Change Minds. Ideas That Illuminate. We Publish Books That Make a Difference

AUCKLAND UNIVERSITY PRESS — 2012 CATALOGUE Words that make worlds. Arguments that change minds. Ideas that illuminate. We publish books that make a difference. Summer 2012 BA: AN INSIDER’S GUIDE Rebecca Jury BA: An Insider’s Guide is the essential book for all those considering study or about to embark on their arts degree. In 10 steps, Jury introduces readers to everything from choosing courses (just like putting together a personalised gourmet sandwich), setting up a study space and doing part-time work to turning up at lectures and tutorials and actually reading readings. In particular, she focuses on planning, work–life balance, study habits, succeeding at essays and exams and sorting out a life afterwards. Recently emerged from the maelstrom of university, Jury offers the inside word on doing well there. Rebecca Jury graduated with a BA (English and Mass Communication) from Canterbury University in 2008. Her grade average was excellent! Since completing her degree she has worked as a university tutor, a youth counsellor and a high-school teacher. February 2012, 190 x 140 mm, 200 pages Paperback, 978 1 86940 577 9, $29.99 2/3 Summer 2012 BEAUTIES OF THE OCTAGONAL POOL Gregory O’Brien In an eight-armed embrace, Beauties of the Octagonal Pool collects poems written from and out of a variety of times, locations and experiences. O’Brien’s poems have a thoughtful musicality, a shambling romance, a sense of humour, an eye on the horizon. On Raoul Island we meet a mechanical rat; on Waiheke, the horses of memory thunder down the course; and in Doubtful Sound, the first guitar music heard in New Zealand spills over the waves . And the octagonal pool itself might reflect where we’ve been to, where we are going – or just where it is we find ourselves in the boundless harbour of the present. Gregory O’Brien is an independent writer, teacher, painter, literary critic and art curator. His most recent book is A Micronaut in the Wide World: The Imaginative Life and Times of Graham Percy (AUP, 2011). February 2012, 230 x 165 mm, 128 pages, illustrations Paperback, 978 1 86940 579 3, $27.99 4/5 Autumn 2012 SCIENCE ON ICE: DISCOVERING THE SECRETS OF ANTARCTICA Veronika Meduna Diving under the ice, surveying lichen forests and penguin colonies, drilling into the planet’s history or recording the faint hum of the Big Bang: every year, scientists from around the world head south to the coldest, windiest, driest and highest place on Earth. There on the frozen continent they tackle fundamental questions about life and the world around us. A place of mysteries and extremes, the only continent without permanent human habitation, Antarctica may yet hold the key to our survival. In this lavishly illustrated book Meduna introduces us to an exhilarating landscape, to fascinating discoveries and to the people making them. Veronika Meduna trained and worked as a microbiologist before becoming a presenter and producer on Radio New Zealand National. She is a co-author of Atoms, Dinosaurs & DNA: 68 Great New Zealand Scientists (2008). Meduna has visited Antarctica on two occasions – trips she will never forget. April 2012, 248 x 200 mm, 232 pages, colour illustrations NZ rights only. Hardback, 978 1 86940 583 0, $59.99 6/7 Autumn 2012 THE MEETING PLACE: MA¯ORI AND PA¯KEHA¯ ENCOUNTERS, 1642–1840 Vincent O’Malley How did Māori and Pākehā negotiate a meeting place? Would Māori observe the Sabbath? Should Pākehā fear the power of tapu? How would Māori rangatira and Pākehā leaders establish the rules of political engagement? And whose view of land ownership and control would prevail? Around such considerations about how the world would work, Māori and Pākehā in early New Zealand defined a way of being together. This is a book about that middle ground, about a fascinating process of mutual discovery, contact and encounter between Māori and Pākehā from 1642. However, as O’Malley explains, this shared ground eroded after 1840 as Pākehā became powerful enough to dictate terms. The Meeting Place provides important new insights into a crucial era in New Zealand history. Vincent O’Malley holds a PhD from Victoria University of Wellington and is the author of Agents of Autonomy (1998), co-author of The Beating Heart (2008) and co-editor of The Treaty of Waitangi Companion (AUP, 2010). May 2012, 228 x 148 mm, 312 pages, colour illustrations Paperback, 978 1 86940 594 6, $45 10/11 Autumn 2012 THE DARLING NORTH Anne Kennedy This collection both longs for and resists the north. In storytelling couplets, the title poem engages with a woman’s past, with yearning and newness as she looks outward from the shores of the Hokianga. Elsewhere Kennedy explores present and future, here and there, north and south, earth and paradise, hello and goodbye. Fairytales are reconfigured, settlement explored, landscapes remembered. Though separate and various in tone and form, these narrative poems wave to one another – adding further pleasures to this sparklingly original book by one of our most interesting poets. Anne Kennedy is a writer of fiction, screenplays and poetry. Her sequence Sing-song (AUP, 2003) won the poetry category at the 2004 Montana New Zealand Book Awards, while The Time of the Giants (AUP, 2005) was shortlisted for the 2006 awards. Anne Kennedy teaches fiction and screenwriting at the University of Hawai‘i at Mānoa. May 2012, 215 x 160 mm, 96 pages Paperback, 978 1 86940 593 9, $24.99 12/13 HELLO KITTY, GOODBYE PICCADILLY sea-going you wore near the sea. The beach wall was scooped out by waves, and kelp rotted in your nostrils. You wore your coat to Mass where the squeak Imagine you’d come to Hawai‘iki early. of new pine pews I don’t have Hawai‘iki. rang out into the still air above the people Imagine you were in Heaven. like modern bells I don’t have Heaven. and you cricked your neck to engage with Imagine you were in Paradise the baleful mosaic stare of the Jesus. but at first you don’t recognise Paradise, There was a department store or smell it or touch it, where the air sprang with grey wool. because you miss earth too much, That was where your wore the coat and being earthly. but can’t recall the exact nature You miss the cold wind and you wish of how you needed it. that instead of leaning into it Imagine you’d come to Hawai‘iki early. reading it with your mouth I don’t have Hawai‘iki. and casting it aside like small-talk Imagine you were in Heaven. on all those occasions of cold wind I don’t have Heaven. you had gathered it up Imagine you were in Paradise and kept it in a suitcase. Then you could and one day in Paradise carry it with you to the new place when you haven’t been there long open it there you look up and find streetlights swimming and remember what cold wind feels like. and people talking at an aquarium You say to yourself and the jellyfish are purple if only I had done that and pulse like a heart. cold wind would come rushing back After a day of hard light but you didn’t. dusk falls suddenly 76 In Paradise it is so hot your teeth as if the dark were heavy 77 loosen and creak in your gums and the stream that flows close to your apartment and your hands hum. becomes wetter and shinier You notice dainty sandals, gold dresses in the moonlight. shirts accumulating on a lawn You can’t help recalling red birds. that you once climbed aboard a bus You remember a coat, olive green, rough, perfunctorily, like pecking HELLO KITTY, GOODBYE PICCADILLY sea-going you wore near the sea. The beach wall was scooped out by waves, and kelp rotted in your nostrils. You wore your coat to Mass where the squeak Imagine you’d come to Hawai‘iki early. of new pine pews I don’t have Hawai‘iki. rang out into the still air above the people Imagine you were in Heaven. like modern bells I don’t have Heaven. and you cricked your neck to engage with Imagine you were in Paradise the baleful mosaic stare of the Jesus. but at first you don’t recognise Paradise, There was a department store or smell it or touch it, where the air sprang with grey wool. because you miss earth too much, That was where your wore the coat and being earthly. but can’t recall the exact nature You miss the cold wind and you wish of how you needed it. that instead of leaning into it Imagine you’d come to Hawai‘iki early. reading it with your mouth I don’t have Hawai‘iki. and casting it aside like small-talk Imagine you were in Heaven. on all those occasions of cold wind I don’t have Heaven. you had gathered it up Imagine you were in Paradise and kept it in a suitcase. Then you could and one day in Paradise carry it with you to the new place when you haven’t been there long open it there you look up and find streetlights swimming and remember what cold wind feels like. and people talking at an aquarium You say to yourself and the jellyfish are purple if only I had done that and pulse like a heart. cold wind would come rushing back After a day of hard light but you didn’t.

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