(The Dominion Post asked me to write this obituary. It was published on September 21.)
RUPERT
ALISTER HALLS TAYLOR
Publisher
Born Blenheim
September 21 1943
Died Russell
September 9 2019
Writer and historian Tony Simpson used to joke that when Alister
Taylor died, he would have him stuffed and mounted in his living room as a
conversation piece.
He never got his wish. Taylor was cremated this week after
dying at his home in the Bay of Islands, aged 75. But the radical publisher’s
tumultuous life assured him of conversation-piece status regardless. When book
people from a certain era get together, says Simpson, “we swap Alister Taylor
anecdotes.”
Charming and generous but notoriously casual about paying
his debts, Taylor was far-sighted and a risk-taker at a time when the
publishing business was timid and conservative. He gave several prominent writers their first break and they
remained grateful, even though some never saw any money.
His books ranged from the flippant (The Muldoon Annual Joke Book) to volumes of poetry by Sam Hunt and
Alistair Campbell and lavishly illustrated works showcasing the paintings of C
F Goldie and Dame Robin White and the photographs of Marti Friedlander and
Robin Morrison.
Taylor was working for the venerable New Zealand publishing
house of A H & A W Reed in 1971 when he tried to interest his employers in
an English translation of The Little Red Book
for School Pupils, better known simply as The Little Red Schoolbook, a subversive work by two Danish teachers
whose frank advice for school children ranged across such taboo subjects as sex
and drugs.
When the devoutly Christian publishers not surprisingly
declined, as they also did when Taylor urged them to publish the then radical
student leader Tim Shadbolt’s Bullshit
and Jellybeans, Taylor published the books himself.
The two books captured the spirit of the emerging counter-culture
and served as a test of the liberality of New Zealand’s censorship laws. They
also installed Taylor as the enfant terrible of the publishing business and
launched him on a career in which he managed to earn respect as a publisher of
serious, quality books and a patron of emerging writers while simultaneously
leaving a trail of bad debts and despairing creditors.
He was bankrupted twice over the course of a turbulent career
in which his propensity for spending money was matched by his disregard for financial
obligations. Wellington lawyer Hugh Rennie QC, who knew Taylor from university
days and acted for some of his unpaid authors, says that “Alister existed in a
parallel universe where financial compliance was irrelevant to his objectives”.
The son of a travelling salesman, Taylor grew up in Blenheim
and Palmerston North. Writer and former ACT MP Deborah Coddington, who had
three children with him during their 25 years together, says he had a happy
upbringing, though not a privileged one, with three sisters and an older
brother.
At Victoria University in the mid-1960s, he was part of a
lively circle of student leaders who would go on to make their marks in the
media, the arts, the law and politics. A stylish dresser, instantly
recogniseable with his thick, shaggy dark hair and glasses, Taylor
was a combative figure in student politics. Even then, he was caught up in
controversy over irregularities in Students’ Association finances.
He was also, at that time, a rising young star in the National
Party. Simpson remembers him attending a university seminar with his then
girlfriend Helen Sutch, daughter of the high-profile economist and public
servant Bill Sutch, and constantly heckling left-wing speakers. But Taylor
parted company with National over New Zealand’s participation in the Vietnam
War. Coddington says he was physically manhandled from the stage at a party
conference when he tried to give a speech opposing the war.
A Stuff story about his death said he once chained himself to a lamppost during an anti-Vietnam protest, but Coddington says that wasn't quite right. He was handcuffed to the pole by the police while they rounded up his fellow offenders.
Exhibiting the vision, boundless self-confidence and
entrepreneurial flair that would mark his publishing career, Taylor went on to
organise the Peace, Power and Politics in Asia conference, a landmark event of 1968.
The speakers included such international luminaries as the Irish writer and
politician Conor Cruise O’Brien and the Indian diplomat and former defence
minister, V K Krishna Menon.
By then Taylor was working for the New Zealand Broadcasting
Corporation as a producer of the radio current affairs programme Checkpoint. The NZBC, which was kept under
tight government control, took a dim view of his political activities and fired
him.
Broadcasting’s loss was publishing’s gain. The publication three
years later of The Little Red Schoolbook
and Shadbolt’s Bullshit and Jellybeans
(the latter a combination of autobiography and political manifesto) was
emblematic of a period when post-war establishment values were coming under siege
from the baby boomer generation.
Simpson’s The Sugarbag
Years, an acclaimed oral history of New Zealanders’ experiences in the
Great Depression, was another success story. Simpson had known Taylor in their
university days and turned to him when he couldn’t interest mainstream
publishers in the project.
“He snapped up the idea straight away. That was the thing
about Alister: he had a creative and an imaginative mind.” Published in 1974, The Sugarbag Years became a best-seller
and effectively kick-started Simpson’s career.
Taylor also launched the career of historian Michael King,
publishing King’s first book, Moko:
Tattooing in the 20th Century, in 1972. Simpson recalls King
phoning him and plaintively inquiring whether he had been paid any royalties
for The Sugarbag Years, because King
hadn’t received any for his book.
Even then, Taylor had a reputation as an unreliable payer.
“Like a lot of creative and imaginative people, he was a flawed personality in
a lot of ways. He regarded other people’s money as his money.”
Taylor published another of Simpson’s books, Te Riri Pakeha, about the alienation of
Maori land, in 1990. The author ended up taking Taylor to court for unpaid
royalties and won the case. When he still didn’t get his money, he had Taylor
declared bankrupt.
In the course of those legal proceedings, Simpson obtained a
list of Taylor’s creditors, which he describes as one of the world’s most
astonishing documents. It included every wine merchant within a 160km radius.
“He lived extremely well and he did it all on credit.
“He and I didn’t see one another for many years after that,
but I’ve always been very grateful to him because in a very real way I think I
owe him my writing career. And I’m not the only one – there was Michael King
too.
“Alister was very much of that era, and at the centre of
what was going on.”
An idealist on one level, but without a conscience when it
came to financial affairs? “Oh yes, he was a total rogue. But a genial rogue
who did some great things.”
In the 1970s, Taylor moved from Wellington, where he owned
the historic Rita Angus Cottage in Thorndon, to Martinborough, where he planted
a vineyard on an 80-hectare property originally owned by the Martin family who
founded the town.
Coddington, who joined him there in 1978 with her young daughter
Briar, says it was an example of his remarkable prescience – his ability to foresee
trends and get in ahead of them. No one else was growing grapes in
Martinborough at the time; that would come several years later. But he bought
the property on instinct because the climate reminded him of Marlborough, then
in the midst of a winemaking boom.
Taylor also saw potential in Waiura, the old Martin family homestead
on the property, which was virtually derelict and used to store hay. “He had
the foresight to see the value in preserving old buildings,” says Coddington.
“Now everyone runs around doing it.”
The couple’s three children – Rupert, Valentine and Imogen –
were born during the Martinborough years. It was a time when Waiura became synonymous
with extravagant hospitality, which Taylor sometimes used to placate angry creditors.
“Alister was a wonderful cook and a fantastic host,”
Coddington recalls. “Authors would come over from Wellington saying ‘This time
I’m going to get my royalties’, and Alister would get out a bottle of Chateau
Mouton Rothschild or whatever and whip up a quiche and a persimmon steamed
pudding with whipped cream and they would leave wined and dined and still with
no money.”
But the vineyard was an expensive failure, sucking up all
the money Taylor had made from his publishing ventures. Rabbits and possums destroyed
his vines and Taylor ended up in a messy dispute with Shadbolt, then a concrete
contractor, over the $100,000 wine cellar Shadbolt had built for him.
In 1983, the property was knocked down in a mortgagee sale
(it subsequently became Te Kairanga Vineyard, which is now thriving under
American ownership) and Taylor and Coddington moved to the Bay of Islands.
In Russell, they ran a café. Taylor did the cooking and
Coddington waited on tables. Coddington later acquired The Gables restaurant on
the Russell waterfront but by 1990 the couple had moved to Auckland, where
Coddington got a job writing for North &
South.
Taylor remained active in the books business, publishing –
among other things – the New Zealand
Who’s Who Aotearoa, in competition with a long-established book published
by Reeds. It still rankles with retired journalist Max Lambert, who edited the
Reeds version, that Taylor’s book masqueraded as the “official” Who’s Who, trading on its rival’s
reputation.
“In my book he was a shyster,” Lambert says of Taylor. “He
did some pretty underhand things, which is a pity because he had some good
ideas. He did a brilliant book on horses.”
Three books on horses, in fact, starting in 1980 with Notable New Zealand Thoroughbreds, by
Waikanae writer and lifelong racing fan Mary Mountier. Did she end up out of pocket? “Oh God yes,
everyone did,” she says.
Yet Mountier has no regrets. The limited-edition book was
printed to exacting standards in Japan and Taylor spared no expense, sending
her to Japan to supervise production and later to Australia and Britain to
research similar books there. “That was
part of the problem. He was very generous, but he kept on spending even when
the cheques started to bounce.”
Mountier says Taylor had a knack for finding writers who had
a passion for particular subjects and who were willing to put in inordinate
amounts of time and effort. But she’s proud of the books and grateful for the
experience of having met people at the top echelons of the international racing
scene. And she’s especially proud that all three are in the Queen’s library.
Taylor and Coddington parted in 2003, the year after
Coddington was elected to Parliament. Even then Taylor was embroiled in legal
problems – this time in New South Wales, where the Commissioner for Fair
Trading took action against him over the alleged late and non-delivery of
books.
Despite the split, Coddington retained “a huge amount of
affection” for him and says his children loved him too.
She told Stuff the
day before the funeral: “The kids were asking me what he was like when I met
him. He was the man. He was the man.”
An essential trait of
his personality, she said, was that he was anti-authority – “an anarchist”. He
never seemed troubled by the mayhem he left in his wake and threats of legal
action would just “wash over him”.
Now married to lawyer Colin Carruthers QC and living in
Martinborough again, Coddington was co-owner of some of Taylor’s companies and admits
a measure of responsibility for his bad behaviour toward people to whom he owed
money. “Of course I do – guilt and responsibility, but I can’t turn back the
clock.”
What Taylor did to people was reprehensible, she says – “all
those poor people who signed contracts that were never honoured.
“I know of people, authors, who went to their letterboxes
having been told there was a cheque in the mail, and there was never a cheque
in the mail. You can’t do that to people.”
In his last years, Taylor lived on his own in Russell. He was found dead at home after a suspected heart attack.
Read in the Sat Press & well done Karl. Obits need not to obscure the less-admirable and you write a good'un...after all it's those human frailties that are the most interesting.
ReplyDeleteIt was a good honest obit Karl. I met Alastair several times when I worked in the same office as Deborah Coddington. I was then staggered to read a Metro article by Carole du Chateau about their book publishing. Alastair seemed larger than life. I hope I am wrong but I had heard he was in poverty in sad circumstances in his later years.
ReplyDeleteI treasure my copies of "South Island of New Zealand from the Road" with its artistic and quirky photos by Robin Morrison--and "Robin White Painter" with its excellent plates of her great paintings.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I have ever gone back to a book of photos more than Robin Morrison's, nor to a book of paintings more than the one about Robin White. In the latter, there is an excellent interview of the artist by Alister, one that will be part of New Zealand artistic history forever.
By the legacy of those books alone, Alister contributed greatly to the culture of New Zealand.
I wish I hadn't lost my copy of "Bullshit and Jellybeans", a publication that spoke of the times so well.
May he be happy in the great library of heaven.
Hi Karl…just found this most excellent obituary. Although he was a generation ahead of me he was definitely part of my ‘ecosystem’.
ReplyDeleteYou have done a fine job of capturing what was great about him, around the kernel of what was not :)….T.