Sports writing

Cover of Alex Veysey’s Colin Meads All Black (1974).

Seasons of gold

When thinking of great New Zealand literary moments, titles like The whale rider, Once were warriors or The bone people spring to mind more readily than Iceman - the Michael Jones story or Save the last ball for me – Chris Pringle. Lance Cairns' biography Give it a heave may not have won a Montana Book Award either, but the story of New Zealand writing wouldn't be complete without acknowledging the important role sport has played as a source of inspiration for many New Zealand writers. For some writers sport is a subject of loathing, but the reality is Kiwis can't seem to get enough of sports books.

The stereotypical notion of Kiwis and their love for ‘rugby, racing and beer' might seem outdated in the 21st century, but it remains popular with publishers, booksellers and readers. Leading New Zealand sports writer Joseph Romanos noted that ‘a great' All Black's biography could expect to sell 20,000 copies. According to Booksellers NZ this would make the silver category for Premier New Zealand Bestsellers, ranking alongside some of our great contemporary writers like Maurice Gee and Patricia Grace.

Before the 1970s Kiwi sporting biographies were rare. Notable exceptions included George Nepia (1964), in which ‘one of the great All Blacks ever' told his story to the legendary sports writer Terry McLean. Norman Harris' more intriguingly titled It's me tiger- the Peter Jones story followed in 1965, and in 1966 A.H. & A.W. Reed published Don Clarke's autobiography, The boot. Greater television exposure from the 1970s turned many of our sports figures into media stars. Stories about their lives, experiences while on tour and tips for the game became increasingly popular. The notion that ‘what happens on tour stays on tour' seems to have become a thing of the past in the professional era. Publishers have sought the 'outspoken and provocative' in their bid to sell books, and some sports figures have sold more books than their playing ability perhaps deserved.

Announcing the winners of the inaugural New Zealand Book Month competition in 2006, David Kirk, former All Black captain and CEO of one of Australasia's largest media companies, summed up how central sport was to many New Zealanders:

sporting success has always played a big part in defining what it is to be a New Zealander, and still does. But just as important is the contribution our writers make to our national life. They stir our feelings and imagination and they make us think.

As the national game, rugby has dominated sports writing in this country. Colin Meads, still regarded as our greatest rugby player, has been the subject of two biographies, written nearly 30 years apart. Alex Veysey's Colin Meads All Black (1974) was the work of one of New Zealand's foremost sports writers. Some consider it the benchmark by which all sports biographies in New Zealand are measured. It sold more than 60,000 copies, including 3000 overseas. Leading New Zealand poet Brian Turner revived the Meads legend again in 2002 with the publication of Meads – a social commentary on the impact of professionalism on rugby, comparing the Meads era with the modern game. Sales of more than 50,000 again highlighted the relevance of the subject matter for many readers. In the context of New Zealand publishing these are enormous sales figures. Reflecting on the relevance of sport to this country's history, it is worth considering how many other New Zealanders would merit not one but two best-selling biographies.

Many sporting books have a limited shelf-life. The biography usually marks the end of a player's career, a literary swansong designed to capitalise on the nostalgia the public feel towards a departing favourite. This helps sell books but usually for a short time only. Christmas and Father's Day are popular retailing opportunities for many of these books. In the months after their release many can be found in remainder bins or online auctions. As Jeff Wilson and Ron Palenski noted in their biography of the great All Black, ‘the Seasons of Gold are all too brief'.