Book Club for Drunks, First EditionThe always awesome Amber Parkin has founded a brand new club, one which satisfies both my love of literature and indulging in the consumption of alcohol: the Book Club For Drunks. I’m excited, and you should be too.

Eagerly anticipating the first edition (J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher In the Rye, 6:30pm, 29th of April @ Cassette #9) I asked Amber to share three of her favourite pieces of writing with v3 readers.

So, without further ado here are three of her favourite (note: 3 of her favourite, not her 3 favourite) books, along with an excellent commentary as to why:

Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

Reading Murakami feels a bit like joining a secret club. You’ll get hooked on his words, will start talking passionately about his work; and eventually meet other people who feel the same way (in the pub, on a train, in the park). Voices will be excitedly raised and you’ll all start gesticulating wildly – illustrating your love for one of Japan’s most adored writers. Sputnik Sweetheart is a slim volume that encapsulates Murakami’s signature magic-realism and his wonderful characterization. It chronicles the love triangle of three Tokyo-ites: the unnamed schoolteacher narrator; his best friend Sumire, a Jack-Kerouac loving writer; and Miu, an older businesswoman. The trio find their lives entangled and a trip to Greece sees Sumire – the Japanese word for violet – vanish off the face of the earth. The language simply fizzes (transcending the possible pitfalls of translation) and the anxieties ring true; resulting in an intimate and truly satisfying read.

Pattern Recognition by William Gibson

Published in 2003, Pattern Recognition is Gibson’s first contemporary novel. I had been a long time fan of Gibson’s cyberpunk tomes – especially Neuromancer and the Bridge trilogy; so was keen to pick a copy of this up. I’m thrilled I did. Pattern Recognition is a thriller filled with Gibson’s adjective laden yet laser-sharp prose. It follows the story of Cayce Pollard, a brand strategist with an allergy to logos. She travels to London, Tokyo and Moscow in a quest to hunt down the creators of a series tantalizingly mysterious film clips that have been littered across the web. The novel is all about the innate human need to find (and create) patterns in life, and the infiltration of corporate symbology into our personal lives. If you posses even a passing interest in digital culture, you should read this and the sequels; Spook Country and the soon to be released Zero History.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind

Perfume is an evocative 1985 literary novel about Grenouille, a Parisian orphan who disturbs and is rejected by other people because of his distinct lack of personal odour. Contrary to this, he possesses the extraordinary ability of being able to discriminate and catalog scents. Süskind too has a remarkable ability – to make you interpret the world differently, using your nose. I read this book one hot, sticky summer while holidaying at a bach. Dry sweat, the yellowed pages of the book, desiccated grass, musty board games, the zest of a Pimms cup, salty fingernails and damp towels; they all became radically distinct scents. You may have heard of a film version, but please, read the book first – it’s infinitely better!

Amber ParkinIf we were to examine these books from a drinking perspective, we would find wine is central to the plot of Sputnik Sweetheart, Heineken is name checked and Sumire’s love for Keroac suggests a lot of liquor. While I have no specific reference for Pattern Recognition, I’d bet Pollards taste runs to sakes from the tiniest of distilleries and vodka from a minimalist bottle. As for Grenouille, well he drinks in the scent of virgins. Which would not be appropriate or feasible at the Book Club For Drunks.

I have to embarrassingly admit that I am yet to read a single one of these. Perhaps they are candidates for future editions of the Book Club For Drunks? That would surely give me that extra incentive to make sure I knock them back (along with a few stiff drinks).

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Whatipu at sunset

I have already written of my fondness for one West Coast beach, Piha. While that is extremely well known, and often crowded during summer, a lesser known and arguably more beautiful beach is Whatipu. A true rugged West Coast beach, Whatipu is not the place to go for a leisurely dip on a Sunday afternoon. In fact large signs warning against swimming because dangerous currents abound. This, combined with the fact is is ‘off the beaten track’ mean it is rare to see more than a dozen or so hardy souls battling the ferocious winds on this rugged little piece of coast line, even in the height of summer. Usually you will spot them at a distance, bodies set at a 45 degree angle to the ground.

Whatipu is worth visiting for the drive there alone. To call it scenic would not do it justice. The last 10km or so are a windy mix of sealed and unsealed roads hugging the coast. Before you get to Whatipu you pass through the tiny picturesque communities of Huia and later Little Huia. I can thoroughly recommend stopping at the general store in Huia to pick up fish and chips for a picnic lunch or dinner on Whatipu beach – true Kiwi al fresco dining.

You should allow a good few hours at least, and maybe a whole day if you can spare it. There are no shortage of things to check out on the road out, and Whatipu itself covers a fairly large area. I am dying to stay one weekend out in the historic Whatipu Lodge, reputedly haunted by the ghosts of sailors whose ships wrecked on this treacherous stretch of coastline.

It is so easy as an Aucklander to forget these beautiful scenic reserves that sit right on our doorstep. It is well worth setting aside a lazy weekend day to explore somewhere like Whatipu, you wont regret it.

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/oh_kim_photography/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

plant and sky
We had beautiful weather in Auckland over the weekend, with spring vibes well and truly in the air. I snapped this with my iPhone in our backyard on Sunday, and was pretty pleased with the way it turned out. The iPhone is not exactly renowned for its photographic prowess, but I think this came out looking pretty neat.

Roll on summer!