Chess Players
Loads of books have been written about the game of chess, from the real basics of rules and moves to the sophisticated tricky manoeuvres demonstrated by international experts.
We have a great selection of books that you can look through (or order on line) but why not try this one:
639 Essential Endgame Positions: The Key Endgame Positions that Allow You to Mate, Draw, Save Lost Positions, and Win Drawn Ones
by Eric Schiller
Schiller is a chess expert and has written widely on the subject, including being author of the Encyclopaedia of Chess Wisdom. It sounds as if you couldn't go wrong with his books. And maybe you'll turn into a grand master yourself (to the dismay of all your friends and fellow players).
New Zealand books
Some more notable New Zealand books just to finish off the week with the theme we've been running all week; but this time some non-fiction for a change.
How about Musterer on Molesworth by Bruce Stronach - a musterer on one of the greatest high-country sheep stations in New Zealand. What about an autobiography Peter Graham Mountain Guide; He was a great name in NZ mountaineering and chief guide at Mount Cook.
Maybe you'd enjoy The West Coast Gold Rushes fby Philip Ross May for a little history of gold and the West Coast (before you read Eleanor Catton's book) and try a bit of travel in FWG Miller's West to the Fiords: The History of Western Southland.
You are spoilt for choice here when it comes to New Zealand non-fiction
Yesterday's answer
This is the quote which was on our Facebook page yesterday:
"It occurred to Jessie, feeling the freshness of the hills and the cicadas singing, that it would be about as good a summer as they'd ever had on the Coast."
It is the last line of a novel called Coal Flat written by New Zealand author Bill Pearson. I highly recommend this book. If you haven't read it, you should. It is beautifully written and is a superb portrait of a small town on the West Coast in 1940s/1950s' New Zealand.
I know we've been featuring a lot of relatively 'old' NZ writers - that's because they are all very good ones - but keep in mind the huge array of current New Zealand writers (ie living and writing now) and bring your mental list into the shop. Think of Fiona Kidman, Emma Neale, Vincent O'Sullivan, Vanda Symon, Laurence Fearnley, Jenny Pattrick, to name but a few. See you at the NZ literature section.
Last of the last lines
What is the name of the book and who is the author?
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her."
There's a bit of a hint in the pictures you can see here.
Don't forget to take the New Zealand literature last line challenge on our Facebook page again today. It's a great way to find out about a few books which are well worth reading if you're not au fait with NZ literature.
Answer:
Charles Dickens / Great Expectations
Answer to yesterday's quote
The last line from yesterday's Facebook page challenge:
"No searchlights shone on me, no megaphone warnings were shouted, no machine-guns sprayed me, no police-dogs growled, no truncheons whacked me. I marked through the blazing city. It was rather good to be alive. In 1965, that is."
It came from a book called A Friend of the Family by a famous New Zealand writer called David Ballantyne.
Good book. Come in and get a copy.
Continuing famous last lines
The little quiz on guessing a book title from its last line is carrying on for one more week so if you haven't been participating before today, you can warm up by having a go at all the items from last week. You can also go on our Facebook page and have a look at the quiz there which is to do with last lines from New Zealand literature only.
1. ...or start upright in bed, with the sharp voice of Captain Flint still ringing in my ears: "Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!'
2. Oh, father," said Eppie, "what a pretty home ours is. I think nobody could be happier than we are.
3."He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
The picture shows MK Joseph's book I'll Soldier No More. The last line on our Facebook page quiz on Friday was from that New Zealand novel.
Answers:
Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
Silas Marner by George Eliot
To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
Guess the last line continued
Continuing our last line challenge, we have another selection for you to wrack (or rack) your brains over:
"Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf, a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed..
He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognised who it was.
"The horror! The horror!... Exterminate all the brutes! It seemed appropriate, if not entirely just.. but after getting suh a concentrated jolt of reality I was not much concerned about justice.
Those of you who looked on our Facebook page yesterday would have seen the last line quoted there. It came from New Zealand author Catherine Chidgey's book In a Fishbone Church
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Hell's Angels by Hunter S Thompson
More famous last lines
Continuing yesterday's theme, here are a few more famous last lines to puzzle over (before checking the answers at the end).
“Tomorrow, I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.”
“He loved Big Brother.”
“. . . and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
If you had a look on our Facebook page, you would have seen a fantastic last line from a very famous New Zealand novel called A Gun in My Hand by Gordon Slatter.
Answers to above
Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
George Orwell, 1984
James Joyce, Ulysses