Getting There: An Autobiography
Now in an affordable paperback edition
Barbara Anderson, one of New Zealands finest and most loved writers, has written a classic autobiography. Getting There An Autobiography is both a moving life story with which many readers, especially women, will identify, and a revealing insight into the making of a major writer.
In part one Anderson tells the story of her childhood in Hawkes Bay. Her father was a doctor, and her childhood was happy, with a loving extended family and circle of friends, and easy access to countryside and beaches. But there were shadows: the 1931 Hawkes Bay earthquake; and the more personal tragedy of the death from pneumonia of her beloved younger brother.
Part two begins with Anderson completing a science degree at Otago University in the 1940s and her early experience as a teacher. Following her marriage to dashing young naval officer Neil Anderson, Barbaras primary occupation was as a wife and mother to two sons. As Sir Neil rose to the highest rank in the New Zealand armed forces, the family moved frequently and traveled widely.
Anderson returned to university in her fifties, this time to study English, renewing to her early love of literature and desire to write. Bill Manhires writing course in 1983 led to work broadcast on Radio New Zealand, success in short story competitions, and to the publication of her first book in 1989, at the age of 63. The story of these apprentice years, and two decades of local and international success which have followed, are told in thrilling detail in part three.
Praise for Getting There
NAMED ONE OF THE LISTENER'S BOOKS OF THE YEAR
Anderson's unsentimental, lively memoir explores a three-part life: a between-the-wars Hawke's Bay youth, its places, people and social mores evoked in delicious detail; the international wanderings of a Navy wife; and a stellar late-blooming career as a novelist, playwright and short-story writer, launched when she published her first book at 63. The book is by turns affecting and funny, strongest when conjuring up the now-distant past and a society that was both uptight and optimistic.
Named one of Lumière Reader's "Books that Mattered in 2008"
Barbara Andersons comic timing, sharp wit and generosity with her memories make what could be a dauntingly comprehensive autobiography accessible and hard to put down.
Getting There is a wonderfully sympathetic book, witty without malice, critical without being destructive, aware that manners and morals have changed but despising neither the old nor the new. It's a good read with the type of clear prose that Anderson has honed in her novels and stories. I hope there are enough intelligent New Zealand men to buy it as a Christmas present for intelligent New Zealand women - and then, of course, read it for themselves.
Nicolas Reid SUNDAY STAR-TIMES
A charming book about a charmed life.
Warwick Roger NORTH & SOUTH
Getting There is about family, writing, and ideas. It's a record of a specific slice of New Zealand's life and times and a clear insight into one of our important writers. It offers what Kim Hill described as "subversive observations and sharp truths". I recommend you get out there and get it.
Brigid Lowry NELSON MAIL
Its marvellous... Its the best New Zealand autobiography since Janet Frame.
.Kate de Goldi GOOD MORNING
I finished Getting There feeling like I had met the real Barbara Anderson, a lady in the truest sense of the word. Glorious!
Dr Cushla McKinney OTAGO DAILY TIMES
A fascinating account, wonderfully understated, full of lovely things, generational things. ...I really enjoyed it.
Gina Faafoi from radio review SPEAKING VOLUMES, RADIO NZ NATIONAL
A consumate ironist, never satisfied with one meaning where two will do, she enjoys every single - or double - thing she describes.
Helen Watson White LISTENER
What emerges is a social and political as much as a personal history - a young country growing out of its small town habits (Sunday drives and Fly Away sponge) and spawning a burgeoning Women's Movement, political change and a flourishing literary scene. The passing decades are well signposted by language ("chook", "digs", "a bit of a laugh"), music (The Laughing Policeman on the wind-up gramophone) and events (the Napier earthquake, poignantly marked by a feast of apricots from the tree on the tennis court where families slept in fear of further aftershocks). All are related at a cracking pace with an easy manner, relaxed voice and a resolute cheerfulness.
Sally Blundell YOUR WEEKEND