Rather, this is a book of "strange swimming explorations", a series of autobiographical musings pulling together stories of family, childhood, travel, academia and environmental degradation. The suck and surge of the tide, the tumble of waves, the chill of a winter dip, the unvarying blueness of an urban swimming pool — these moments of pause and surrender become the launching pad for these speculations, when the busyness of life as mother, partner, daughter and academic gives way to reflection and speculation.
These moments of calm are necessary. Where We Swim is an anxious book. There is personal anxiety about the health of her father and mother-in-law. There's cultural anxiety about writing about place, this place, as a Pākehā writer. There's environmental anxiety, physical anxiety.
The sea, the swim, the watery edges of these and other islands prove to be rafts of equilibrium. Horrocks aligns these experiences with the British women travellers she wrote about in her 2017 book, Women Wanderers and the Writing of Mobility, 1784-1814. "If 'where we swim' is metaphorical," she writes, "then Charlotte Smith, Frances Burney and also Mary Wollstonecraft, who felt perpetually unhoused and wrote so often about water, were some of the company I swum with."
Like the "wandering texts" of these writers, Where We Swim is digressive, provocative and strangely compelling, moving from Wellington's decision to change its Matariki celebrations after a whale is spotted in the harbour to the rescue of the young boys trapped in a cave in Thailand in 2018.
In the last two chapters we are back on Horrock' home turf — Wellington's south coast, a place of rocks and shingle and pounding breakers. The descriptions are bracing, evocative but still mysterious, answering the "where" of the title but not the "why". Then a solitary night swim in Wellington — cool sand, dark water, the "almost-breath" of the waves that tell Horrocks she is home, her children are safe.
- Reviewed by Sally Blundell
Sally Blundell is a journalist, writer and reviewer based in Ōtautahi, Christchurch. A longer version of this review will appear on anzliterature.com on April 14.