This elegant little
book, in hardcover but the size of a traditional Penguin
paperback, collects a wide range of Janet Frame's
non-fictional prose, some of it not previously published,
that should appeal to readers of her fiction, poetry and
autobiography.
The first half of the book is made up of all her published
essays and excerpts from newspaper and magazine interviews
and interview-based profiles, including some of her
unpublished notes in preparation for interviews and some
remarks about them in letters.
The second half includes more miscellaneous material: letters
to the editors of magazines; speeches and reports written for
book launches, awards, fellowships, etc; a brief selection
from her unpublished correspondence concerning her books and
reviews of them; some previously unpublished notes and essays
; and a handful of unpublished poems and stories dealing with
writing.
All told, there are over 100 items in 260 pages, all "in her
own words" and all dealing with writing and the writing life.
In the preface "Frame Unframed", Pamela Gordon emphasises the
texts "will challenge the many inaccuracies about Janet Frame
that are disseminated even by apparently reliable sources",
while Denis Harold in his introduction states that "As well
as being a de facto manifesto of her practice, this volume
may be read as a handbook on the discipline of writing".
In her writing and speaking about writing, as in the 1983
radio interview with Elizabeth Alley, Frame said that "The
whole of writing is expressing an emerging pattern and shape"
and that "the real joy" comes when "as one is writing a
pattern grows and everything seems to fall into place", and
that "the seeing it and seeing it's there ... is the
motivation to write it."
The reader of this volume can find a kind of secondary
experience of that joy in seeing the patterns that emerge
from the book, patterns that are the expression of the unique
sensibility from which "her own words" came.
One of those patterns has to do with metaphor. Writing to
Charles Brasch in 1964 about Owen Leeming's comment in a
Landfall review of Scented Gardens for the
Blind she had "a weakness for metaphor", she protested
"but isn't the need to compare, to perceive relationships the
source of all art?", and confessed "I'm afraid I breathe
metaphors, mostly bad or indifferent, it is the obsession
with images which prompts me to write".
She went on to use an elaborate metaphor about the way the
"path to good prose" possibly can be more beautiful if "the
wayside is bare ... with no images blossoming in the
hedgerows" but said she lacked "the verbal DDT" to do that,
which perhaps made her "a bad novelist", but then she was
most of the time "not taking the narrative path".
The metaphor about metaphors may not be entirely consistent,
but it suggestively points to the way her novels are not
patterned so much by plot as by recurring images and motifs,
and the non-fictional prose similarly gets its structure and
its best moments often from images, as when she ends her
essay on her relation to the world of literature with the
metaphorical statement that the writer must repeatedly visit
the land of literature but not "set up house" there, even
though it may offer "a lifetime of spectator pleasure" with
its view of the world, but rather must "go alone through the
gateway entered or arrived at, out into the other 'world',
with no luggage but memory and a pocketful of words, some of
which may be like shells crumbled to sand before the incoming
waves, while others may be jewels - turquoises - that time
has shown to be the teeth of dead mastodons".
There are many other patterns to be discerned - the pattern
of Frame's idiosyncratic sense of humour and her sharp
satirical eye, evident in her letter to the Listener
about the criticism of Owls Do Cry or in her wonderful
parody of a New York author interview; or there is the
thematic pattern of her complex and evolving feelings about
her native country, ranging from her powerfully blunt
statement in the unpublished "Notes for Interviews" that she
could not be "completely at home" in a country in which she
had been "in danger of being destroyed by people who decided
it was their right to try to make [her] become what they
wanted [her] to become", to her statement in the unpublished
note, "The new book", that a "moment of birth" has come
"quietly without ceremony in New Zealand", a time of
"spiritual force" in which people feel "this strength of the
country's being itself, and recognising it to be so".
Many other patterns are there to be discovered and savoured.
The editors have assembled an essential book to accompany and
cast light on the rich literary heritage Janet Frame left us.
- Lawrence Jones is an emeritus professor of
English.
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