Auē,
by Becky Manawatu.
Auē
is Maori for sorrow or woe, and it concerns the ‘haves’ and ‘have-nots’ in this
superb novel – a description that doesn’t apply to material things, but to the
most important need of all: the need to
love and belong together, a need that dominates everyone’s life, and the
vengeance wreaked by those who lack it.
Or deserve it.
Each chapter lets a different character tell the story, which
starts with the fatal accident suffered by seventeen-year-old Taukiri’s foster
parents. Completely unmanned by the
tragedy, he delivers his eight-year-old brother to his Aunty Kat and his Uncle
Stu; they have a farm in Kaikoura; it should be a neat place for Arama to live –
you know, cows, sheep etc. He’ll be
right in time, Taukiri tells himself, while he goes to Wellington to search for
his Hoe-Bag birth mother. Yeah,
right. As if! Nope – Tauk’s going to get a job, find a place
to live and eventually the great gaping hole in his soul will close over and he
will be healed.
In a perfect world.
Real life doesn’t turn out so conveniently: Tauk ends up busking (he’s a great guitarist,
a natural, like his dad) and it’s not long before he chums up with Elliot,
another busker who has access to all kinds of memory-deadening
‘medications’: fortunately, Elliot has a
sister who looks out for them both so he hasn’t hit rock-bottom – yet.
Meantime, Arama isn’t happy in his new home. Aunty Kat is not happy either, because Uncle
Stu is a bully and gives her black eyes and bruises whenever he feels like
it; he even smashed Arama’s All–Blacks
lunchbox just because it was there. He’s
a W.A.N.K.E.R. (Sorry mum, for the
swear.) If it weren’t for Beth, who
lives on the neighbouring farm with her Dad Tom Aiken and dog Lupo, he would be
very sad indeed. Oh Tauk, can’t you come
and get me? Where do I belong? Who do I belong to now?
The
story is also traced of Taukiri’s ‘hoebag’ birth mother Jade and his fisherman
father Toko. Jade was born into a gang
and has never been able to escape – until she met Toko, who rescued her from
The House where she was born and degraded;
he is her saviour – her everything: she could never live without him. Until the gang comes looking, and she finds
that she has to.
This
is a singular work, a poignant and beautiful story that should rightly become a
kiwi classic. Ka pai, Ms Manawatu! SEVEN STARS!
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