Smith Journal volume 32
In this issue, I interviewed Devendra Banhart the day after his house was burgled. It’s such a nice magazine, good on them.
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In this issue, I interviewed Devendra Banhart the day after his house was burgled. It’s such a nice magazine, good on them.
If you’d like to order a copy, click here.
Read more
Every year RNZ Drama produces a collection of short stories from the graduating MA writers at the International Institute of Modern Letters, Victoria University Wellington. Here is a recording of me reading ‘A Skate in Town’, an excerpt from the novel I worked on during the MA, which was broadcast on RNZ on August 5…
Read moreI had a lovely chat with the legendary David Astle on ABC Radio Melbourne about my piece about liking Bruce Springsteen in the latest Smith Journal. Here’s a link to the recording – it kicks around 2:05.
Read moreLike all of you, I love Keegan. I’m so sorry he died. He was amazing.
I’ve been living in New Zealand for the past few years, so the main way I’ve interacted with Keegan is online—I was loving the snack reports. His messages were usually responses to my own Instagram stories: ‘Yer Max’…
Read moreAhead of my appearance at Featherston Booktown, I was invited onto Radio NZ’s Saturday Morning show to talk skateboarding and writing about skateboarding with legendary interviewer Kim Hill. Here’s a link to the segment.
In this issue, I was very fortunate to speak to comedian Maria Bamford about the meaning of (her) life.
Read moreIn this issue, I wrote a feature about the weird and delicious wines Garage Project have been making lately, along with a wider discussion about the contentious term ‘natural wine’. I also wrote some contentious product reviews.
Read moreI wrote an afterword for my friend Matt’s great new book. ‘Looking through this book searching for inspiration on what to write about it, I’m rendered mute. It’s not because the images aren’t saying anything to me – they’re saying plenty. And it’s not as if they don’t remind me of anything – they remind me…