Between My Father and the King
Author: Janet Frame
ISBN: 9780987109972

From the celebrated creator of An Angel at My Table and In the Memorial Room

This brand new collection of 28 short stories by Janet Frame spans the length of her career and contains some of the best she wrote. None of these stories has been published in a collection before, and more than half are published for the first time in Between My Father and the King.

Previously published pieces have appeared in Harper’s Bazaar, the NZ Listener, the New Zealand School Journal, Landfall and The New Yorker over the years, and one otherwise unpublished piece, ‘The Gravy Boat’, was read aloud by Frame for a radio broadcast in 1953.

In these stories readers will recognise familiar themes, scenes, characters and locations from Frame’s writing and life, and each offers a fresh fictional transformation that will captivate and absorb.

Janet Frame has been Twice shortlisted for the Nobel Prize for Literature, and was Winner of the 2007 Montana Award for Poetry in New Zealand.

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‘One of the great writers of our time’ — San Francisco Chronicle


‘Frame . . . is a master . . . All [stories] overflow with dazzling observation and unforgettable metaphor . . . A powerful collection.’ — Kirkus

‘… like the wintery beach she fondly recalled, so much of Frame’s writing simply endures, no matter the place or time.’ – New York Times

‘This is a gem of a book, or rather a string of gems, each uniquely coloured, cut and crafted.’ — Landfall

‘One of my most comforting memories of primary school is being read to aloud. With our head on our desks, the warmth of the radiator on our backs and the smell of wet jackets filling the air our teacher read to us and let our imaginations roam. It’s a similar feeling of homeliness, warmth and comfort I get when I read Janet Frame.’ – Emma McCleary, Booksellers NZ.

‘Frame grasps an image and the emotion behind it in a few spare words. In “The Plum Tree and the Hammock,” she inhabits the mind of a young girl whose heart belongs to a boy who “cycled by in a flash of handsome pallor on his black and silver bicycle.” And in “The Birds of the Air,” she describes the anticipation of a grandmother’s visit: “an excitement like Christmas enhanced our lives.”’– Publishers Weekly