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18 hours ago
- General
- 1News
Tākaka home proposed for ancient waka: ‘It'll be talk of the town'
Work is now well underway to plan a home for Aotearoa's "most significant archaeological find" in the Tasman town of Tākaka. It's been 13 years since the 700-year-old Anaweka waka was found on Golden Bay's west coast by a family on a picnic. The artefact is a six-metre fragment of what would have been a much longer, double-hulled, ocean-going waka. For most of the time since its discovery, the waka has been submerged in a polyethylene glycol solution in a shed, away from public view, to preserve it. But now, the waka is expected to be finished drying by the end of the year, and planning is underway for a facility which would keep the Anaweka waka in Golden Bay. ADVERTISEMENT The three local iwi that make up Manawhenua ki Mohua – Te Ātiawa, Ngāti Rārua, and Ngāti Tama – and Ngāti Kuia discussed options before eventually landing on their preferred approach. The Anaweka waka was dug up 13 years ago and is almost finished being preserved before it can be displayed to the public. Photo: Max Frethey (Source: Local Democracy Reporting) That plan would be a purpose-built home for the taonga – a wharewaka – constructed adjacent to the Golden Bay Museum on the corner of Commercial and Reilly Streets. The land, currently home to Pioneer Park, was already designated for use as a museum. Tasman District Council agreed to the location in principle last month, subject to public consultation. Butch Little, chairperson of the Ngāti Tama ki Te Waipounamu Trust, said the decision showed that local stakeholders – the council, iwi, and ahikā (local whānau) – were prepared to work together on the project. "Obviously, there has to be a consultation process with the community, but then we can start looking at funding, because it will be significant." ADVERTISEMENT Ngāti Tama ki Te Waipounamu Trust chair Butch Little. Photo: Supplied/Ngāti Tama (Source: Local Democracy Reporting) The wharewaka would properly recognise the mana of, what he said had been described as, the country's "most significant archaeological find ever". He also envisioned the facility as a museum about the history of local Māori and their mātauranga (knowledge) of celestial navigation and waka-building. "More than just a waka sitting there, there's going to be an opportunity to tell stories, to see other artifacts, to hear the history of voyaging… that's the vision, I suppose – telling our own stories and hopefully inspiring generations," Little said. "We're looking for something that the community can be really proud of and also in awe of." The Anaweka waka is currently drying in a shed away from public view but is intended to be displayed in a purpose-built museum. Photo: Supplied/Ngāti Tama (Source: Local Democracy Reporting) Once completed, Little thought the wharewaka would be an international drawcard for visitors to the region and could capitalise on the already-existing waka tourism in the Abel Tasman. ADVERTISEMENT "It blows people's minds," he said. "There will be people coming to the Bay just to see that, that will be their sole purpose. It's going to attract visitors that might not have otherwise come." The prospect of neighbouring the wharewaka was a "real honour" for the Golden Bay Museum. "It'll really be a huge boost to history, to let people know what a big historical significance Golden Bay has with the waka, and previously with the first encounter between Māori and Europeans," said museum board chair Frank Susko. The wharewaka is proposed to be built adjacent to the Golden Bay Museum on land currently used as a park that was designated for use as a museum. Photo: Max Frethey. (Source: Local Democracy Reporting) Services manager Karen Johnson added that the museum looked after other Māori artefacts, with only a "teeny" portion on display, and so the wharewaka would provide additional opportunities to show more of the taonga. "There's just so much that you could incorporate." ADVERTISEMENT Although the site had been agreed to in principle, there was still "plenty" of work to do before shovels entered the ground, including further analysis, designs, fundraising, and community consultation. "We want to do it properly, we want to make it relevant in terms of what else was shown in there," Little said. Golden Bay Museum chair Frank Susko and services manager Karen Johnson welcomed the possibility of having the wharewaka next door. Photo: Max Frethey (Source: Local Democracy Reporting) "The whole community will be able to celebrate that. 'Wow, this was found here'. It'll be the talk of the town for a long time once it's up and running." Polynesian ocean-voyaging canoes were incredibly rare, with the Anaweka waka being only the second one known to have survived into the modern day. Parts of the first canoe were discovered in 1978 on the island of Huahine in French Polynesia, while hundreds of fragments of a potential third were recently uncovered on the Chatham Islands. Local Democracy Reporting is local body journalism co-funded by RNZ and NZ On Air
Cosmopolitan
a day ago
- Entertainment
- Cosmopolitan
Read Jennifer Lynn Barnes' ‘Glorious Rivals' Excerpt
Jennifer Lynn Barnes is back with another game that will certainly keep us at the edge of our seat as we find out what happens after The Grandest Game. In this sequel, which also continues the Inheritance Games series, the game has begun, but how far are each of the seven contestants willing to go for the special prize? Of course, we're going to immediately going to pick up a copy to see what Jennifer has come up with next! Cosmopolitan has an exclusive look at Glorious Rivals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, which is set to be released on July 29, 2025. With the grand prize up for grabs and everything on the line, how far are these seven strangers willing to go to win it all? Here's some more info from our friends at Little, Brown Books for Young Readers: Don't worry, we gained access to the Hawthorne vault to get a special look at what we can expect next and, trust us, you won't believe how this new book kicks off. Check out a special excerpt below! Just make sure to pre-order Glorious Rivals and check out Jennifer Lynn Barnes's other reads as well! An Excerpt From Glorious RivalsBy Jennifer Lynn Barnes Kissing Grayson Hawthorne felt like stepping out of time. Nothing else existed. Not the ground beneath Lyra's feet. Not the ruins or the cliffs. Just this. Every place their bodies touched. His lips and hers. A jagged breath— this. The right kind of disaster just waiting to happen, Odette's voice whispered in Lyra's memory. A Hawthorne and a girl who has every reason to stay away from Hawthornes. As if he'd heard Lyra's thoughts, Grayson pulled his lips slowly back from hers. 'I usually have more control than this,' he said, his voice achingly low. 'I usually have better sense,' Lyra replied, keenly aware of just how close her lips still were to his— and how close the two of them were to a repeat performance. That kiss, their first, their only, had been earth-shattering. It had also almost certainly been a mistake. The wind off the ocean picked up behind Lyra, sending her ponytail flying into her face— and his. Grayson tamed her long hair, pushing it back, and as he did, the wind calmed, too, so suddenly and completely that Lyra couldn't shake the illogical thought that he had calmed it through sheer force of will. An alarm went off in the back of Lyra's mind. This wasGrayson Hawthorne. And even if he wasn't the cold, above‑it‑all, asshole rich boy she'd thought him to be twenty-four hours earlier, he was still a Hawthorne. His blood wasn't just blue; it was practically cerulean. And soon enough, the Grandest Game would be over, and promises or not, Lyra and Grayson Hawthorne would go back to being what they'd always been: little more than strangers . . . with every reason to stay away from each other. Neither one of you knows what you think you know. Another of Odette's warnings echoed through Lyra's memory, but even that couldn't distract her from the fact that she was still so close to Grayson that she could feel his every breath on her skin. 'We should try to get some sleep before phase two,' Lyra said. The words came out throaty and low. She'd been aiming for practical. They'd been given twelve hours to recover from the first phase of the game. So far, Lyra hadn't managed anything resembling respite. 'We should,' Grayson agreed, but instead of putting even a modicum of space between them, he brushed the knuckles of his right hand lightly over her cheek, stealing her next breath like a born thief. 'I meant what I said, Lyra. We'll figure this out— the game and all the rest.' The rest. That was the understatement of the century, and even just thinking the words had others ringing through Lyra's mind. A Hawthorne did this. A Hawthorne. Omega. There are always three. Lyra took a step back. Maybe with a little more distance, she'd be able to breathe, to think, to focus on what came next. The two of them were standing on what had once been the cliffside patio of a glorious mansion that was nothing but ruins now, a charred and visible reminder of the way even the grandest things could be reduced to ashes. 'Someone sent me here.' Lyra focused on that. 'Someone put me in this game, and whoever that person is— they know about my father. I'm someone's pawn.' Lyra looked away from Grayson's pale and piercing eyes. 'Or a weapon. Or a bomb.' That was the logical conclusion, wasn't it? That the person who'd sent her that ticket had put Lyra in the Grandest Game because of her history with the Hawthorne family? Because of her father's death. Because of Alice Hawthorne's role in it. 'You are no one's weapon, Lyra,' Grayson said, his tone making it perfectly clear just how rarely he lost arguments of any kind, 'bomb or otherwise, and you are certainly not a pawn.' 'Then what am I?' Lyra retorted, her gaze returning to his like a homing missile. 'You are lethal,' Grayson said quietly, 'in the best possible way.' Where did he get off saying something like that and sounding, for all the world, like he meant it? Lyra went to take another step back, but Grayson reached for her shoulder, and the next thing she knew, he'd reversed their positions. Now Grayson was the one standing with his back to the cliff's edge, and Lyra had the magnificent ocean view. He'd just put himself between her and the drop-off. 'I don't need your protection, Hawthorne.' Grayson arched a brow. 'Agree to disagree.' The wind off the ocean picked up again. A front rolling in. A slight shiver passed through Lyra's body. Eyeing her, Grayson undid the top button on the jacket of his fits-like‑a‑glove suit. The middle button was next. 'What are you doing?' Lyra asked. She wasn't just talking about his suit jacket, and he was perceptive enough to know that. What are we doing? 'I would think the answer apparent.' Grayson undid the final button on his jacket, and then . . . The jacket came off, and Lyra's body remembered: My lips and yours. A jagged breath. 'You'd better not be planning on offering me that jacket.' Lyra steeled her voice. 'You're cold.' Grayson's lips curved. 'And I believe that I have already acquainted you with the fact that when I encounter a problem, I solve it.' This was about so much more than the damn jacket. It was about his family and hers and an unknown threat. It was about the fact that Odette Morales, the one person who might have known some fraction of the big picture here, had given up her spot in the Grandest Game— and her chance at millions— because of the danger that Lyra and Grayson somehow represented. The right kind of disaster just waiting to happen. 'I don't need your jacket,' Lyra told Grayson. 'Perhaps I need to give it to you,' Grayson suggested. 'Chivalry. It's a coping mechanism.' 'I'm warning you, Hawthorne: If you try to put that jacket around my shoulders, I'm taking mine off and giving it to you.' To make her point, Lyra lifted a hand to the zipper on her own athletic jacket— which, to be fair, was more of an outer shirt. Grayson took a moment to assess whether or not she was bluffing. Lyra was not bluffing. 'Consider me warned,' Grayson replied archly. He slipped his suit jacket back on. Lyra narrowed her eyes. 'Why do I feel like I lost this argument?' she said. 'Because,' Grayson replied, 'I'm still standing between you and the edge of the cliff.' Copyright © 2025 by Jennifer Lynn Barnes. From GLORIOUS RIVALS, by Jennifer Lynn Barnes. Reprinted by permission of Little, Brown Books for Young Readers, a Division of Hachette Book Group. Glorious Rivals, by Jennifer Lynn Barnes will be released on July 29, 2025. To preorder the book, click on the retailer of your choice: AMAZON AUDIBLE BARNES & NOBLE BOOKS-A-MILLION BOOKSHOP APPLE BOOKS KOBO TARGET WALMART POWELL'S BOOKS HUDSON BOOKSELLERS GOOGLE PLAY
Toronto Star
2 days ago
- Entertainment
- Toronto Star
In Gary Shteyngart's bittersweet novel ‘Vera, or Faith,' a Russian Korean girl comes of age in an American dystopia
It's hard to be a 10-year-old girl. This is especially true if you're Vera Bradford-Shmulkin, a Russian Korean child navigating the intricacies of playground politics amid rising fascism in America. In Gary Shteyngart's latest novel, 'Vera, or Faith,' the young, precocious Vera lives in Manhattan with her Jewish Russian father ('Daddy'), a struggling magazine editor preoccupied with cultural capital, and her Protestant New England stepmother ('Anne Mom'), a liberal housewife who spends her time organizing political salons. There's also Dylan, their darling blond-haired son, who relied on Vera's legacy status for admission into a highly competitive public school. Rounding out this ultra-modern family unit are Stella, a sardonic self-driving car, and Kaspie, a chess robot that excels at Danish Gambit openings and dispensing personal advice in equal measure. Winnie Wang is a writer and film programmer whose work has been featured in Cinema Scope, Documentary magazine and Little White Lies.
Toronto Star
3 days ago
- Entertainment
- Toronto Star
Review: In Gary Shteyngart's bittersweet novel ‘Vera, or Faith,' a Russian Korean girl comes of age in an American dystopia
It's hard to be a 10-year-old girl. This is especially true if you're Vera Bradford-Shmulkin, a Russian Korean child navigating the intricacies of playground politics amid rising fascism in America. In Gary Shteyngart's latest novel, 'Vera, or Faith,' the young, precocious Vera lives in Manhattan with her Jewish Russian father ('Daddy'), a struggling magazine editor preoccupied with cultural capital, and her Protestant New England stepmother ('Anne Mom'), a liberal housewife who spends her time organizing political salons. There's also Dylan, their darling blond-haired son, who relied on Vera's legacy status for admission into a highly competitive public school. Rounding out this ultra-modern family unit are Stella, a sardonic self-driving car, and Kaspie, a chess robot that excels at Danish Gambit openings and dispensing personal advice in equal measure. Winnie Wang is a writer and film programmer whose work has been featured in Cinema Scope, Documentary magazine and Little White Lies.
San Francisco Chronicle
3 days ago
- Entertainment
- San Francisco Chronicle
The Fringe Festival is a bat signal to S.F. theater weirdos
For relief from all the doom and gloom in Bay Area arts news, for a counterexample to the slick homogeneity of for-profit art, behold: The San Francisco Fringe Festival is still here, a bat signal alerting all the city's theatrical weirdos that it's time to come out and play. This year's iteration, Exit Theatre's 34th such event, takes place exclusively at the Taylor Street Theatre, now that the company has shuttered its Eddy Street venue. But there are still plenty of goodies to be had, starting with a return of San Francisco native Genie Cartier, whose 'The Curve' two years ago brought offbeat charm to her story of daring to be an acrobat despite her spine's unpromising shape. This time, in 'Box [M],' she directs Landyn Endo and Os Roxas in the story of a trans son and his father. Other highlights include three clown shows, including one whose character's name is Gherkin Picklewater, and the relatably titled 'I'm Mad as Hell and I'm Going to Take It Just a Little Bit Longer.'
