Author(s): Louise Wallace

Poetry

'Enough' The boy coughed as he and his father walked down the cobbled street. ‘Enough,’ the father said, and rested his hand on his son’s shoulder. But the pleading in his voice and the darkness that had come to nestle underneath his eyes wasn’t enough, and the boy coughed again. The cough rattled in the father’s ears like an empty mosque. The boy coughed again and this cough rose up from the street, over the rows of orange roofs. The cough joined with other coughs, the coughs of a thousand whistling and wheezing children, and the father realised nothing would ever be enough, that he would never again experience that truly restful sleep he had once so blindly bathed in. Enough is a book about moving to the South Island, about the gestation of a difficult second book, about teaching writing, about imagining other lives from their Internet traces, about the aging of loved ones, and about looking forward. Disarmingly direct and apparently artless, Enough delivers on the promise of Louise Wallace’s acclaimed debut, Since June.