A Remarkable Man

Relatively few people have ever heard of Sir Julius Vogel, and this is unfortunate, because he was a remarkable man.

Having studied metallurgy at the Royal School of Mines in London (his birthplace), he moved to Australia during the Victoria gold rush and became…logically…a journalist and newspaper editor.

The ODT's 100th anniversary supplement, showing the first front page and a drawing of the cottage where the paper was first printed.

After moving across the Tasman to New Zealand in October 1861, he co-founded the Otago Daily Times – now New Zealand’s oldest surviving daily newspaper – the following month, and plunged into politics the following year, becoming an MP the year after that. Over the next quarter of a century he would represent five different electorates in the New Zealand Parliament, ranging from “Dunedin and Suburbs North” in the south to “Auckland East” in the north.

Another of his electorates was Goldfields – a special interest electorate which covered the same geographical area as other electorates but was only open to voters with a valid miner’s license. No electoral roll was kept – just show your license and vote.

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I Really Should Have Mentioned…

…that the nominations for the Sir Julius Vogel Awards for science fiction, fantasy, and horror books published in 2020 (such as The Wound of Words) opened some time ago, and will remain open until 8pm on the 31st of March NZT (or rather NZDT as we don’t come off until the Sunday following).

Pop across here if you’d like to make a nomination. In order to nominate, you must be “a natural person or body corporate” and “have read, viewed, or otherwise consumed the nominated work” (not in a Michel Lotito kind of way). Not to mention considering it worthy of the award.

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Exciting News!

My thanks to you all! Restoration Day has made it onto the final ballot for the 2019 Sir Julius Vogel Award for Best Novel!


And to my great surprise, I have also been nominated for Best New Talent – my thanks to whoever thought that up; you know you you are (even if I don’t).

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