Kevin Ireland, writer, was born Kevin Jowsey, in Auckland, and grew up on the city’s North Shore. He attended Takapuna Grammar School, then travelled overseas. In 1963, his first book of poetry, Face to Face, was published. Several other collections followed. Although written while he was overseas, all were published in New Zealand. He returned to this country in 1985 and for the next four decades established himself as one of our most illustrious writers.
How to pay fitting tribute to someone who has published 27 books of poetry, plus six novels, a collection of short stories and three volumes of memoir? A daunting prospect, but as someone who has known Kevin as a friend and colleague for 38 years, at least I’m suitably placed to try.
For me, Kevin’s reputation preceded him. From his then-home in London, he wrote regularly to his elderly mentor in Takapuna, Frank Sargeson, who relished Kevin’s witty letters. One day in 1978, when I visited Frank at his home, he read one out to me. A new Pope had just been chosen. Frank waved an aerogramme. “Heard from Kevin again today. He mentions the new Pope.” Frank read from the aerogramme. “Kevin writes, ‘Pope … John … Paul … Why didn’t they choose John, Paul, George and Ringo?’” Frank roared with laughter.
This story is from the {{IssueName}} edition of {{MagazineName}}.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber ? Sign In
This story is from the {{IssueName}} edition of {{MagazineName}}.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber? Sign In
First-world problem
Harrowing tales of migrants attempting to enter the US highlight the political failure to fully tackle the problem.
Applying intelligence to AI
I call it the 'Terminator Effect', based on the premise that thinking machines took over the world.
Nazism rears its head
Smirky Höcke, with his penchant for waving with a suspiciously straight elbow and an open palm, won't get to be boss of either state.
Staying ahead of the game
Will the brave new world of bipartisanship that seems to be on offer with an Infrastructure Commission come to fruition?
Grasping the nettle
Broccoli is horrible. It smells, when being cooked, like cat pee.
Hangry? Eat breakfast
People who don't break their fast first thing in the morning report the least life satisfaction.
Chemical reaction
Nitrates in processed meats are well known to cause harm, but consumed from plant sources, their effect is quite different.
Me and my guitar
Australian guitarist Karin Schaupp sticks to the familiar for her Dunedin concerts.
Time is on my side
Age does not weary some of our much-loved musicians but what keeps them on the road?
The kids are not alright
Nuanced account details how China's blessed generation has been replaced by one consumed by fear and hopelessness.