“A novel and a biography: Two new books by David Wall”

December 15, 2013 at 6:43 am (Angoram Club, artifacts, Book review, Commentary, David Wall, expatriates, Fiction, Jim Wall, Jim Wall An Australian Life, Papua New Guinea, Sepik Blu Longpela Muruk)

See:   http://asopa.typepad.com/asopa_people/2013/08/a-novel-and-a-biography-two-new-books-by-david-wall.html

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“Was ever woman in this humour woo’d? Was ever women in this humour won?”

November 5, 2013 at 3:29 am (Fiction)

Many are the stories told of expatriates who lived and worked in the former Australian Territory of Papua New Guinea.

Some always remained foreigners in a foreign land. Colonials forever, with all the negative qualities implied in this description.

On the other hand, there were those who took to the land and its people like ducks to water. This is a little tale about two such people.

In the far off days of the 1960s there lived two expatriates in the East Sepik District of PNG. Both were employed by the Australian Administration.

Jim Jones was a teacher in a remote coastal village, and Greg Smith was a field officer with the Department of Health.

In many ways both were typical Aussies. Jim came from Adelaide in South Australia, and Greg from Sydney in New South Wales. But on an examination of their backgrounds there were interesting aspects to them both.

Jim’s father was an orthopaedic surgeon, and Jim had received all the benefits in educational and social terms from his upper middle class background.

Greg’s father was a Baptist Minister from the Western Suburbs of Sydney. He always spoke well of his father, but he found his home environment stifling, and he was anxious to move on and far away as soon as he could on leaving high school. His chance came when he answered an advertisement for field officers to serve with the newly created Malaria Service in the Department of Public Health in PNG.

Greg was interviewed in Sydney by a specialist in tropical medicine, Dr Jan Sienkiewicz, and offered a position. He proceeded to Rabaul, and did a three months’ course with others, and was then posted to the East Sepik District.

Jim’s journey to PNG followed a stint with the RAAF as a ground officer. He applied to become a teacher in PNG in the E-Course Scheme, and he was accepted, and sent to Port Moresby to do a six months’ course, after which he was posted to the East Sepik District.

Before our two heroes actually met they had heard a lot about each other. Jim was making a name for himself as a fine teacher in a remote village in the Murik Lakes area, and Greg was conducting extensive medical patrols throughout the Sub-District.

The headman or luluai where Jim’s school was a man called John Kalba, and he brought Jim and Greg together when they were all in the town of Angoram.

To any outsider it was obvious that Jim and Greg got on very well with the local people. Both in a very short time had become fluent in Pidgin English.

As far as Jim was concerned there was no such thing as a colour bar, fraternisation particularly with the local women was part of his race relations. In this particular respect Greg was a bit slower, probably because of his rather strict Protestant background, but in time this broke down, and he too saw the beauty of the PNG women.

Jim in his dealings with the local village people always followed a communal approach. When he got his supplies from Wewak he always shared them with the locals, and when his food run out, the people fed him from their own gardens.

Greg was never quite as generous as Jim in this regard, but he made up for this with the wonderful first aid and medical treatments he gave to the people.

The readers of this PNG tale might be tempted to ask what it’s all about.

Well, it’s got something to do with circumstances and the way events turned out.

Let’s say in the vicinity of fifty years ago in the late afternoon, Jim and Greg were sitting on the verandah of Jim’s house near the village school overlooking the ocean, and a young man approached them saying: Apinun masta, mi mekim gutpela tok,tupela meri wetim yupela long nambis. (Afternoon masta, I’ve got some good news, there are two women waiting for you both on the beach.)

There is no intention here to make any sort of a judgement about what happened or to accuse anyone of anything. To make a long story short, Jim took up the offer and Greg gave it a miss.

A bit over a year later Greg happened to be in the village of the same area and the tultul (Number two village man) said to him, pointing out a baby that the child was Jim’s. Jim sometime before had been posted to a school in Wewak.

Later in Wewak Jim filled in the details for Greg. He told him that when he heard about the child he sent word that the boy, he was a lad, should be brought into Wewak with the mother so that a discussion could be made about his future. Nothing happened! Jim heard that the mother was to marry a policeman and he was happy about the boy, and he did not want any further talk.

Jim next said to Greg: “You bastard, Greg, that meri was meant for you!”

The moral of this story, if there is one, is that we never know how things will turn out!

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Book Review

August 25, 2013 at 8:48 am (Book review, Commentary, David Wall, East Sepik District, Fiction, PNG, Sepik Blu Longpela Muruk, Sepik River)


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“This novel should win the Nobel Prize for Literature.”

April 15, 2013 at 5:06 am (A.C.T. Marke, Book review, Commentary, expatriates, Fiction, Motion picture, Papua New Guinea, Sepik River, Temlett Conibeer, Third Reich, Twixt Semites and swastikas: Temlett Conibeer's greatest challenge)

A.C.T. Marke's latest novel. png

“At last the world’s patience is rewarded. Send a cheque for the innermost secrets of the SS. This novel should win the Nobel Prize for Literature.”




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The works of A.C.T. Marke in pride of place in Peter Johnson’s bookshelf

March 31, 2013 at 6:04 am (A.C.T. Marke, Book review, Commentary, Famous Old Wellingtonians, Fiction, Love in a hot climate, Love on the Run, Temlett Conibeer, Twixt Semites and swastikas: Temlett Conibeer's greatest challenge)

One of the few pleasures I still have in my old age is my yearly visits to my good friend Peter Johnson’s place in Wewak, PNG. You can imagine how pleased I was recently when I saw on entering his house that in his bookshelf in pride of place were the complete works of A.C.T. Marke.

Added to the deep pleasure I felt was the knowledge that it was I who had donated the works to Peter.

One can imagine the joy some of the famous benefactors to such establishments like the Smithsonian Institution or the British Museum must feel when they see objects that they have given on display. A joy very similar to what I felt seeing the works of Marke in Peter’s house.

I was pleased to hear what Peter Johnson said of the novels and the author: “It’s my considered opinion that Andy Marke in time will eventually attract a cult-like following.”

For those unfamiliar with the literary merits of A.C.T. Marke and his books see the links below, and a comment about cult fiction:




“Cult fiction is fiction which has attracted a large following of loyal fans and supporters. In addition to cult fiction, it is also possible to see cult authors, authors who have attracted and held fans who eagerly await their new publications. Cult fiction varies widely in terms of subject and even quality, with the literary value of some works of cult fiction being called into question by book critics who have managed to resist the fan mentality.

“Often, cult fiction breaks new ground in some way. Perhaps the author uses an innovative narrative style, or brings up edgy issues which have not been widely discussed. Cult fiction may include material which is considered explicit for the time in which it is published, attracting prurient interest from readers who like things a little racy. It may also be controversial: some of the most esteemed works of cult fiction have been banned at some point or another. Authors may explore the human condition, write terrifying visions of dystopian societies, or simply tell a good story.”

Source: http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-cult-fiction.htm

“Good friends, good books and a sleeply conscience: this is the ideal life.”  Mark Twain

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William (Bill) Peace 1913-2011

March 23, 2013 at 12:56 am (A.C.T. Marke, Anglican Church in PNG, Biography, Commentary, expatriates, Fiction, Funerals, Love in a hot climate, Papua New Guinea, Temlett Conibeer)

Bill Peace comments, March 25, 2010


When Bill sent me his remarks about A.C.T. Marke’s novel: LOVE IN A HOT CLIMATE, he told me he had written them rather hurriedly, and he requested that I proofread them – this I didn’t do!

In the above link I have now attempted to do this.

Unfortunately, Bill died in the following year, and in his memory, I would like to record the following:

On the 14th of June, 2011, Bill died of a massive heart attack at his home in Wagga Wagga. His funeral and burial service were conducted by the Rev’d Septimus Foreman at St John’s Anglican Church, Wagga, on 17th of June, according to the full burial rites of the Book of Common Prayer. This would have pleased Bill very much as he was a dedicated Prayer Book man!

The assembled mourners were inspired by the reading of Psalm 23 in the King James Version: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”

In a tribute to Bill, David A. de B. Wall spoke glowingly of his many years of service with the Department of Treasury, in Papua New Guinea.

A short message, of love and condolences, was read out from Bill’s partner of many years, Sakura Mori, known endearingly to Bill as ‘Moonface’. Sakura expressed her deep sorrow that she was unable to attend the funeral because of her failing health, and the travel difficulties entailed on a journey from her home in Osaka.

From the church the funeral procession moved to the War Cemetery for the burial. At the graveside a member of the local RSL spoke of Bill’s war service, and he was honoured with the playing of the last post.

The Rev’d Septimus Foreman then committed Bill’s body to the grave while reading from the Prayer Book:

“… we therefore committe hys bodye to the grounde, earthe, to earthe, ashes, to ashes, dust to dust, in sure, and certein hope of resurrection…”

This day marked the passing of an esteemed Australian and PNG expatriate.

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“The Search for Mrs Right”

March 22, 2013 at 12:12 am (A.C.T. Marke, Commentary, East Sepik District, Famous Old Wellingtonians, Fiction, Love in a hot climate, Love on the Run, Photos, PNG, Temlett Conibeer, Twixt Semites and swastikas: Temlett Conibeer's greatest challenge)



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‘Sepik Blu Longpela Muruk’ shortly available on Amazon’s Kindle Direct!

February 22, 2013 at 11:33 pm (Fiction, Papua New Guinea)

A treat in store for my many readers!


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An excellent review of A.C.T. Marke’s latest novel

November 23, 2012 at 1:51 am (A.C.T. Marke, Adolf Hitler, Book review, Commentary, East Sepik District, expatriates, Famous Old Wellingtonians, Fiction, Israel, Love in a hot climate, Love on the Run, malaria control, Papua New Guinea, PNG Health, Sepik River, Somerset, Temlett Conibeer, Third Reich, Twixt Semites and swastikas: Temlett Conibeer's greatest challenge)

Click on the links below:

Book review 1

Book review 2

Book review 3

Twixt Semites and swastikas…

Frogmouth Press

187 Low Head Road,

Low Head Tas 7253

$30.00  Posted $35.00

Email: frogmouth07@live.com.au

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Last Wedesday I suffered a slight seizure!

October 19, 2012 at 10:00 pm (A.C.T. Marke, expatriates, Famous Old Wellingtonians, Fiction, Love in a hot climate, Love on the Run, Papua New Guinea, PNG Health, Temlett Conibeer, Twixt Semites and swastikas: Temlett Conibeer's greatest challenge)


Book cover – A.C.T. Marke’s novel

The trouble was that it happened when Deborah and Shirlita were in the house, and I was immediately put on the hospital/medical treadmill — I’m totally OK now!

What could I put this down to? There were probably some vague physical reasons, but I firmly believe that it was caused by a highly-charged and intensely emotive piece of reading I was doing at the time. I had reached page 71 of A.C.T. Marke’s Twixt Semites and swastikas: Temlett Conibeer’s greatest challenge, and I was finding the sexual physical control and restraint of Temlett when faced with the willing and beautiful East German woman, Lena Adler, quite remarkable!

While saying nothing about the occasion of sin that Temlett had placed himself in, but given this, and his super-human powers in the rejection of temptation; one can glean the excitable strain on the ardent reader, indeed on me!

So, to those intending to purchase this combustible novel, be warned!

It’s just as well that I know that Marke underwent the surgeon’s knife yesterday, or I would have considered suing him for being instrumental in causing serious palpable harm!

See: https://deberigny.wordpress.com/2012/10/04/take-up-the-challenge-and-read-a-c-t-markes-latest/

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