Story of Jones        

Story of Jones

Story of Jones

From a young age Jones wanted to be a writer. Her vague desire crystallised when she read Mrs Dalloway at the age of fourteen. There was something about the prose that made Jones feel she could do it. Obviously she had nothing like the talent of Virginia Woolf - her own sentences had no cadences to speak of and her mind was vastly inferior to Woolf’s – yet it was that book, that author, that swung her from being a dedicated reader to a wannabe dedicated writer.

At first Jones had no voice of her own, could only write in imitation of others. Although she felt deeply, indeed her teachers said she was “too sensitive”, the feeling got lost in translation to the written word. Rejection, not long in coming, hit her hard and yet her determination drove her on. As a child she had been taught to persevere and so, rather than read rejection as an indication that an alternative career might be in order, she just kept on going, rather like the early pioneers in colonies throughout the world who never let themselves see they were beaten.

Even so, after writing three novels and being unable to get them published and learning to hate the need to sit down every morning to go through the ordeal again, Jones hit the Slough of Despond. The coup de grace was the realization that some authors actually enjoyed writing novels.

What Jones did enjoy was writing about people she knew. She loved turning her own life into a narrative, she loved exploring dilemmas, philosophical questions, the meaning of things - but she hated making things up. Her novels were never driven by plot, there was never a sense of an organic unfolding, things happened in her novels because they had happened in real life or because she made them happen with her own blood, sweat, toil and tears. Finally the machine ground to a halt. Jones understood she was not a novelist. Novelist was what she was not.

The sun still shone, the trees grew, the flowers bloomed. Jones lived in a supremely beautiful country where food was varied and plentiful, roofs over heads were the norm and she felt safe walking down the street. Why make herself miserable for the rest of her life, thought Jones, just because she wasn’t a novelist? The logic was compelling.

What did fame matter? Why be a millionaire? One should write for oneself – but with a reader in mind. That was the trouble with the novels – there had never really been a reader in mind. For a year Jones followed her own advice. She edited some family letters and wove a narrative around them and self-published eleven copies for family members, under the title, Not a Bad Bunch. Jones laughed at the thought that she was writing a book for eleven people. It was her act of greatest daring yet. To find the intrinsic value of writing. To find the authentic reader.

Then Jones had a stroke of luck. At the Dublin Writers Museum she was entranced by quotes by Irish writers on poster boards showing that many of them knew each other. This was Jones's epiphany. Here was the germ of an idea that had been waiting for fertilisation. Jones got fertilising. It would be a book about the very first New Zealand writers – the pioneer writers of her own country. How did a written literature develop there, how did the first writers fare, how did they learn to write meaningfully of a place so foreign to them, so obliterating of the place they came from? What kind of people were they? What were their dilemmas and their triumphs?

The book took four years to research and write. Jones fell in love with each of her pioneer writers in turn. They changed her experience of New Zealand for ever and provided the material for her first published book.

Stuff Along the Way

They Know How to Care, short story, in Another 100 NZ Short Short Stories, Tandem, 1998;

Daylight Robbery, short story, in The Third Century, NZ Short Short stories, Tandem, 1999;

Inside the Stone, story in It Looks Better on You: New Zealand women writers on their friendships, ed Jane Westaway and Tessa Copland, Longacre Press, 2003. Quote from NZ Herald, 21 August 2003 by Shonagh Lindsay, 'Jenny Robin Jones' candid recounting of a friendship that became a triangle recalled the confusion and ambivalence accompanying the exhilaration of the sexual reveolution.'

Quotes from No Simple Passage in Quotable New Zealand Quotes: Kiwi wit & wisdom for all occasions, Compiled by Jim Weir, New Holland, 2012

Report on Part-time Teaching, PPTA Journal, November 1975

Blood Sweat and Tea in Sri Lanka, Corso Overview, No 26, March 1985

Book reviews for Islands, The Dominion, Evening Post, The New Zealand Herald, New Zealand Books and NZSA e-zine.

Editorials and feature articles in New Zealand Author, 1988-2001, Education Today, 2002-2004.

In Anyone's Language, a travel piece about Luxembourg, NZ Listener, 12-18th March, 2011,

Travel articles on North Yemen and Eritrea published in The Dominion, The Evening Post, Christchurch Press, Otago Daily Times, Gisborne Herald and Broadsheet during 1988.

Quite a Young Man Abroad, Inside History, Jan/Feb 2012, No 8, pp 48-51.

Descendants help recreate voyage of the 'London' 1842, New Zealand Genealogist, May/June 2011, Vol.42, No 329, pp 122-127.

Peer-reviewed profiles of early New Zealand writers published online in the Literary Encyclopedia and Kotare:

Glide, wriggle, zoom! Learning Media Pacific Chapter Reader 2003, 32 pages.

Short stories in Landfall, Takahe, PPTA Journal, The Fred (UK), Writing Women (UK), and broadcast on Radio New Zealand.

Winner of Cambridge Toyota Short Story Awards, 1986;

Shortlisted in the John Cowie Reid short story award, 1988;

Shortlisted in the Aoraki Festival/Timaru Herald short story award, 1988.

From 1977-1990 Jones published as Jenny Moiser; from 1991-2002 as Jenny Jones; from 2003 onwards as Jenny Robin Jones