New Zealand Writers







McGILL, David
Covers a range of subject matter from children's playground rhymes to a history of the New Zealand Customs Department.
McGILL, David (1942 - ) is a writer whose studies of New Zealand social history, Kiwi slang and Kiwiana have covered a range of subject matter from children's playground rhymes (I Had a Squashed Banana (1989)) to a history of the New Zealand Customs Department (The Guardians at the Gate (1991)).
McGill has also published several volumes of memoirs, a "volcanoland thriller" (Whakaari (1995)) and a book for children, The Adventures of Horace-Thomas the Magic Horse (1991).
Reviewers seem drawn to praise McGill in an appropriately Kiwi vernacular: Professor Ian Gordon describes McGill's Dictionary of Kiwi Slang, Catchphrases, Characters and Kiwiosities (1995) in the Sunday Times as "a real bewdy", while in the NZ Listener Adam Dudding praises the farce Gold in the Creek (1996) as "a bit of a dag."
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Updated Information
Good Old Kiwi Identities ( 2000) is a collection of published interviews from NZ Listener and Evening Post subtitled 'The Folk Who Put the Kiwi Into Kiwiana". These include Dame Kiri, Carmen, Denis Glover, Murray Ball, Relda Familton, Kara Puketapu, Bruce Mason, Ivan Mauger and Ken Gray.
Island of Secrets: 'Matiu/Somes Island in Wellington Harbour' (2001) is the history of the island as a human and animal quarantine station, and a prisoner of war camp in two world wars. It was the only place in the world where Nazis and Jews were incarcerated together.
Wellington, A Capital City, is a 20th century social history of the city with over 300 black and white and colour pictures of the Top Town 2000 to be published April 2003.
The Reed Dictionary of New Zealand Slang (2003) is a comprehensive and updated collection of the informal language of New Zealanders.
McGill's novel The Monstrance: A Waiheke Island Mystery (Silver Owl Press, 2003) is the story of a mysterious, stolen monstrance and its impact on the lives of two Auckland Westies as uptight New Zealand crumbles into the swinging sixties.
In Xtremis: A Contemporary Auckland Crime Mystery (Silver Owl Press, 2004) is the fast-paced, present-day sequel to the The Monstrance.
A list of recent books by David McGill: Stacey : the life, style and trials of a great New Zealand criminal lawyer (Silver Owl Press, 2005); Girning of Government House (Silver Owl Press, 2005); Landmarks : notable historic buildings of New Zealand (Phantom House, 2005) with photographs by Grant Sheehan; First New Zealand bushranger (Silver Owl Press, 2006); From my cold, dead hands (Silver Owl Press, 2007); Treadmill tapes: confessions of a compulsive pop picker (Silver Owl Press, 2007); Mock funeral: a novel of the Irish riots on the Goldfields of New Zealand (Silver Owl Press, 2008); Communion of the Easter bun rabbit: the food lives of a Kiwi here and there (Silver Owl Press, 2008).
Writers in Schools
David McGill is available to visit school groups of any age as part of the Writers in Schools programme. He is prepared to discuss New Zealand slang and New Zealand heritage history, on which he has had 30 books published. He will speak to classes of any size, and is prepared to run workshops by prior arrangement.
KAPAI: KIDS AUTHORS PICTURES AND INFORMATIONChildren's Questions for David McGill
Where do you live?
Paekakariki, New Zealand, Southern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
I read thrillers, serious fiction, New Zealand history, dictionaries
Do you have a favourite author?
My favourite author is Shakespeare.
Where do you get your ideas?
I think up ideas all the time and write them down on the nearest bit of paper and put them in a folder and come back to them when I have finished a book to see what might work for the next book.
What’s the best thing about being a writer?
The best thing about being an author is writing, sitting down at the word processor and seeing words come up on the screen from your fingers, the words becoming sentences and the sentences becoming paragraphs and the paragraphs becoming chapters and the chapters becoming books. It is a bit like knitting, little bits adding up to a jersey.
Special Questions for Primary school
Do you have any pets?
I have a cat called Milo
Do you have a favourite colour?
My favourite colour is green.
What is your favourite thing to eat?
Cheese.
What is your favourite movie?
The Children of Paradise
Do you play any sports or games?
Rugby
How do you make a book?
You make books slowly, a bit each day, until it is finished, like knitting a jersey or building a garden seat from scraps of wood found on the beach.
Where do you like to go on holiday?
I go to Mount Maunganui and Auckland and swim and walk and flick pipi shells up into the wind.
What was the naughtiest thing you ever did at school?
The naughtiest thing I did at school was to carve my name on the school desk.
Secondary School
How did you get started as a writer?
I got started by writing a diary in Form Two year, on holiday at Waiheke Island, co-authored by my father.
Did anyone one person inspire you when you were getting started?
My father.
What advice would you give someone who wants to be a writer?
Write something every day, even just a sentence describing something or somebody you saw that day.
Is it hard to make a living as a writer in New Zealand?
Yes, writing cannot pay well in New Zealand because there are not enough people to buy books.
What were you like as a teenager?
As a teenager I was moody and intense and didn't have a clue what I could ever do.
Do you have a story you’d like to tell us?
I was aged 25 in Australia and had been working nine months in my first job overseas as a journalist and I was flying off to Vienna the next day on my big Overseas Adventure to be a journalist and if I was lucky a writer. I drank too much the night before saying goodbye to a friend in Sydney and went swimming at Palm Beach at the wrong end of the beach where nobody else was swimming. I found out why. I was swept out. I was too weak to fight the current. I put up my hand and said 'Excuse me, I think I'm drowning' to two men 30 metres or so away in the water. I don't think they heard me. I went under. I came up, repeated the words. They took no notice. I started to panic. Then the panic went away as I drifted under water looking up at the bright green sun and thinking I would not see Vienna the next day. I was surprised I was not seeing my past life flash before me. Maybe it was because I hadn't had much of a life to flash by. Anyway, I was resigned to dying. Then the two men were pulling me up and telling me to hold on to their shoulders. Their shoulders were hard as granite and just beautiful. They struggled very hard and got me to shore then just walked away. 'Ah, excuse me,' I called weakly, 'um, thanks for, you know, saving my life.' They didn't even turn around. So I went up the beach to Margot, who was reading the Sunday paper. 'Hey!' I said, my voice stronger now, 'I almost drowned just now.' 'Really,' Margot said vaguely. 'David, you must read this. It's all about sin in the city. It's amazing.' Yeh, right. I almost drown, nobody takes any notice. Not my rescuers, not my friend. Nobody cares. But, the good news is, I get to see Vienna next day. And I did. I bought a green beer in a restaurant, drank it in one gulp and thought of the green sunlight through the water at Palm Beach and how this was the first day of the rest of my life, of a life I was going to have after all. Great. Thirty-four years later I am grateful I got the chance to have a life and write about it.



