The Friday Poem: Immunosuppressants by Andrea Malcolm

A new poem from Auckland poet Andrea Malcolm.

The riveting and troubling story of Instagram’s first decade

No Filter, a superb new book chronicling Instagram’s rise, reveals more about the pathology of Mark Zuckerberg than anything else.

A review of Hiakai, perhaps the most important cookbook in the country

This cookbook is a gift to every young chef in Aotearoa.

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A tectonically moving piece of writing about dementia, and what remains.

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The Friday Poem: Having a few beers with my mate by Vana Manasiadis

A new poem by Greek-New Zealand poet and translator Vana Manasiadis.

The Unity Books bestseller chart for the week ending 6 November

Delighted to see Wellington's number one this week – it's been on the charts since March, just about, and is finally sitting pretty.

Desperately seeking Mary Ann Müller

A plea for information about one of our pioneer feminists, who secretly wrote pamphlets and articles arguing for equality in the law.

The three stooges: Owen Marshall on his mates

Owen Marshall writes about 40 years of friendship with Brian Turner and Grahame Sydney.

You do not want to know what ‘wet bulb’ means

We're in for a dreadfully hot and sticky summer – and that's just the start.

Now it is boring

Having started the pandemic storyline, God, or perhaps the scriptwriters working on the world’s stories, have lost the plot.

The Unity Books children’s bestseller chart for the month of October

Sure, you could go and play outside. Or you could snuggle up with a stack of books.

The Unity Books bestseller chart for the week ending October 30

Weird old list this week, featuring Sally Rooney (once), K-pop (once), and moles (twice).

The Friday Poem: Sentries by Lily Holloway

A new poem from Auckland poet Lily Holloway.

A letter from the actually not-so-bad future

A writer imagines what life – and the planet – is like many decades down the track.

How to be brave in the face of, you know, everything

Bearing witness to the end of the world – or at least the end of the one we know.