The Whale Rider

The Whale Rider

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Overview

The whale rider was Kahutia Te Rangi. Ancestor of the people of Te Tai Rawhiti, he travelled from Hawaiki, the place of the Ancients, to the east coast of New Zealand. Then there was Kahu. The first great-grandchild of the whanau, she was loved by all her relatives except the one whose love she needed most—her great-grandfather. Moving effortlessly between mythology and realism, pathos and comedy, The Whale Rider will delight listeners of all ages.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781743108758
Publisher: Bolinda Audio
Publication date: 05/28/2012
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 6.40(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range: 15 - 17 Years

About the Author

WITI IHIMAERA, a prolific writer and editor in New Zealand, is the author of numerous short-story collections, novels, anthologies, and nonfiction titles. He teaches English and creative writing at the University of Auckland.

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ONE

In the old days, in the years that have gone before us, the land and sea felt a great emptiness, a yearning. The mountains were like a stairway to heaven, and the lush green rainforest was a rippling cloak of many colors. The sky was iridescent, swirling with the patterns of wind and clouds; sometimes it reflected the prisms of rainbow or southern aurora. The sea was ever-changing, shimmering and seamless to the sky. This was the well at the bottom of the world, and when you looked into it you felt you could see to the end of forever.

This is not to say that the land and sea were without life, without vivacity. The tuatara, the ancient lizard with its third eye, was sentinel here, unblinking in the hot sun, watching and waiting to the east. The moa browsed in giant wingless herds across the southern island. Within the warm stomach of the rainforests, kiwi, weka, and the other birds foraged for huhu and similar succulent insects. The forests were loud with the clatter of tree bark, chatter of cicada, and murmur of fish-laden streams. Sometimes the forest grew suddenly quiet, and in wet bush could be heard the filigree of fairy laughter like a sparkling glissando.

The sea, too, teemed with fish, but they also seemed to be waiting. They swam in brilliant shoals, like rains of glittering dust, throughout the greenstone depths-hapuku, manga, kahawai, tamure, moki, and warehou-herded by shark or mango ururoa. Sometimes from far off a white shape would be seen flying through the sea, but it would only be the serene flight of the tarawhai, the stingray with the spike on its tail.

Waiting. Waiting for the seeding. Waiting for the gifting. Waiting for the blessing to come.

Suddenly, looking up at the surface, the fish began to see the dark bellies of the canoes from the east. The first of the Ancients were coming, journeying from their island kingdom beyond the horizon. Then, after a period, canoes were seen to be returning to the east, making long cracks on the surface sheen. The land and the sea sighed with gladness:

We have been found.
The news is being taken back to the place of the Ancients.
Our blessing will come soon.

In that waiting time, earth and sea began to feel the sharp pangs of need, for an end to the yearning. The forests sent sweet perfumes upon the eastern winds and garlands of pohutukawa upon the eastern tides. The sea flashed continuously with flying fish, leaping high to look beyond the horizon and to be the first to announce the coming; in the shallows, the chameleon sea horses pranced at attention. The only reluctant ones were the fairy people, who retreated with their silver laughter to caves in glistening waterfalls.

The sun rose and set, rose and set. Then one day, at its noon apex, the first sighting was made. A spume on the horizon. A dark shape rising from the greenstone depths of the ocean, awesome, leviathan, breaching through the surface and hurling itself skyward before falling seaward again. Underwater the muted thunder boomed like a great door opening far away, and both sea and land trembled from the impact of that downward plunging.

Suddenly the sea was filled with awesome singing, a song with eternity in it, a song to the land:

You have called and I have come,
bearing the gift of the Gods.

The dark shape rising, rising again. A whale, gigantic. A sea monster. Just as it burst through the sea, a flying fish leaping high in its ecstasy saw water and air streaming like thunderous foam from that noble beast and knew, ah yes, that the time had come. For the sacred sign was on the monster, a swirling tattoo imprinted on the forehead.

Then the flying fish saw that astride the head, as it broke skyward, was a man. He was wondrous to look upon, the whale rider. The water streamed away from him and he opened his mouth to gasp in the cold air. His eyes were shining with splendor. His body dazzled with diamond spray. Upon that beast he looked like a small tattooed figurine, dark brown, glistening, and erect. He seemed, with all his strength, to be pulling the whale into the sky.

Rising, rising. And the man felt the power of the whale as it propelled itself from the sea. He saw far off the land long sought and now found, and he began to fling small spears seaward and landward on his magnificent journey toward the land.

Some of the spears in midflight turned into pigeons, which flew into the forests. Others, on landing in the sea, changed into eels. And the song in the sea drenched the air with ageless music, and land and sea opened themselves to him, the gift long waited for: tangata, man. With great gladness and thanksgiving, the man cried out to the land,

Karanga mai, karanga mai, karanga mai.

Call me. But there was one spear, so it is told, the last, that, when the whale rider tried to throw it, refused to leave his hand. Try as he might, the spear would not fly.

So the whale rider uttered a prayer over the wooden spear, saying, "Let this spear be planted in the years to come, for there are sufficient spear already implanted. Let this be the one to flower when the people are troubled and it is most needed."

And the spear then leaped from his hands with gladness and soared through the sky. It flew across a thousand years. When it hit the earth, it did not change but waited for another hundred and fifty years to pass until it was needed.

The flukes of the whale stroked majestically at the sky.

Hui e, haumi e, taiki e.

Let it be done.

© 1987 Witi Ihimaera

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First published in New Zealand in 1987 by Reed Books, a division of Reed Publishing (NZ) Ltd, 39 Rawene Rd, Birkenhead, Auckland
First U.S. edition 2003

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heathersblue on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I "read" the audio version of this book which is unabridged, and therefore counts! This is the most poetic and beautiful book I've encountered in ages with bits of mysticism, storytelling, tradition, and survival in the mix. There was a line in there like "Is this this real or supernatural? . . . it is both!" Perhaps amongst it all that we should be open to change in traditions lest we lose it all while looking the other way.
JudyCroome on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Written in 1987, THE WHALE RIDER is a deceptively short book. Only 120 pages long, it¿s a richly layered story dealing with several major social issues: family relationships, gender discrimination, generational differences, racial prejudice, loss of the cultural identity of indigenous tribes, ecological conservationism and modern man¿s disconnection from his spiritual self.Kahu is a young Maori girl who, from the moment of her birth, had a deep connection with her great-grandfather Koro Apirana, a powerful Maori Chieftan. Custodian of his people¿s indigenous culture, Koro searches desperately for his successor: a boy who, for the good of all his people, will value and understand the ancient Maori traditions as much as Koro does. Kahu¿s uncle Rawiri, who narrates most of the story, and her great-grandmother Nanni Flowers, see in Kahu¿s spirit that which Koro seeks: the soul of the future Chieftan who will lead the Maoris of Whangara into the 21st century. But Kahu is a girl and, in Maori tradition, only men can perform the sacred traditions that keep the Maori people blessed of their gods and their ancestors.From the delightfully subversive feminist Nanni Flowers to good guy Rawiri who, along with a diverse group of people tried desperately to save 200 beached whales (one of the several scenes in the book which had me sobbing out loud), to the serene, compassionate and otherworldly Kahu, the story is filled with remarkable characters. These include the Old Whale, an ancient sea-creature that has survived for centuries to ensure that Kahu meets her destiny of ensuring that the sacred Maori traditions shall live on into the new century.The lyrical, almost magical, descriptions of the herd of whales¿ journeys through the depths of the great oceans contrast beautifully with Rawiri¿s simple, down-to-earth narrative. The boneless, weightless feel of the writing in the whale scenes recreate both a transcendent spiritual state and the sensation of swimming underwater. From the comical rendition of the constant bickering of Koro Apirana and his wife Nanni Flowers, to the well of emotion that has him spontaneously performing the haka to support Kahu at her school prize-giving, Rawiri¿s gentle perceptions of his extended Maori family reveal the deep bonds of love and culture holding them together. ¿Family,¿ he says to his white friend Jeff, ¿is Family.¿ Some of the Maori terms were, at times, confusing and the edition I read did not have a glossary of Maori terms, which would have been useful. This lack, however, did not detract from the lush splendour of THE WHALE RIDER, a beautiful story of hope and promise.
contessa20 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One instance in which the movie was better than the book!
bcquinnsmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Narrated by Rawiri, a Maori man (the uncle of Kahu who is the central character in this book), the story starts with the birth of Kahu, who the first great-grandchild of the old chief Koro Apirana. Koro is from a long line of whale riders, and had hoped that Kahu would have been a boy to carry on the tradition. In his frustration, he never fails to remind Kahu as she's growing up that she was no good to him as a girl. Kahu absolutely adores Koro and feels the sting in his words, but will ultimately prove herself in his eyes.I saw a lot in this deceptively little book, especially the problems faced by racism and the falling apart of some of the members of the Maoris who try to find their way away from the tradition in which they'ev been raised. Issues about the environment and man's relationship with nature are also present. The prose is very simple, easy to read, and the author brings the book to a close in a kind of heart-tugging way.Very nice story -- I was kind of iffy about it at first but it turned out to be very sweet.
Judy_Croome More than 1 year ago
Written in 1987, THE WHALE RIDER is a deceptively short book. Only 120 pages long, it’s a richly layered story dealing with several major social issues: family relationships, gender discrimination, generational differences, racial prejudice, loss of the cultural identity of indigenous tribes, ecological conservationism and modern man’s disconnection from his spiritual self. Kahu is a young Maori girl who, from the moment of her birth, had a deep connection with her great-grandfather Koro Apirana, a powerful Maori Chieftan. Custodian of his people’s indigenous culture, Koro searches desperately for his successor: a boy who, for the good of all his people, will value and understand the ancient Maori traditions as much as Koro does. Kahu’s uncle Rawiri, who narrates most of the story, and her great-grandmother Nanni Flowers, see in Kahu’s spirit that which Koro seeks: the soul of the future Chieftan who will lead the Maoris of Whangara into the 21st century. But Kahu is a girl and, in Maori tradition, only men can perform the sacred traditions that keep the Maori people blessed of their gods and their ancestors. From the delightfully subversive feminist Nanni Flowers to good guy Rawiri who, along with a diverse group of people tried desperately to save 200 beached whales (one of the several scenes in the book which had me sobbing out loud), to the serene, compassionate and otherworldly Kahu, the story is filled with remarkable characters. These include the Old Whale, an ancient sea-creature that has survived for centuries to ensure that Kahu meets her destiny of ensuring that the sacred Maori traditions shall live on into the new century. The lyrical, almost magical, descriptions of the herd of whales’ journeys through the depths of the great oceans contrast beautifully with Rawiri’s simple, down-to-earth narrative. The boneless, weightless feel of the writing in the whale scenes recreate both a transcendent spiritual state and the sensation of swimming underwater. From the comical rendition of the constant bickering of Koro Apirana and his wife Nanni Flowers, to the well of emotion that has him spontaneously performing the haka to support Kahu at her school prize-giving, Rawiri’s gentle perceptions of his extended Maori family reveal the deep bonds of love and culture holding them together. “Family,” he says to his white friend Jeff, “is Family.” Some of the Maori terms were, at times, confusing and the edition I read did not have a glossary of Maori terms, which would have been useful. This lack, however, did not detract from the lush splendour of THE WHALE RIDER, a beautiful story of hope and promise.
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Witi Ihimaera¿s book, The Whale Rider takes the reader on an inspirational journey while addressing such issues as sexism, racism, love, and bitterness as well as unity with nature. The Maori chief Koro Apirana in Whangara, New Zealand wants a male heir to take on the traditions of his ancestors as well as his leadership responsibilities. Unfortunately for his great-granddaughter Kahu, she is born a girl and endures much scorn from her old fashioned great-grandfather. She loves him deeply and aches for his love. As Kahu taps in to her inherited gift of speaking to whales, she may be able to save the culture and future of her people. The Whale Rider is told from the perspective of Kahu¿s uncle and includes a small, yet charming cast of characters. Ihimaera¿s talented characterizations allow the reader to feel a part of the family. The emotional conflict between Kahu and Koro captures the empathy of the reader compelling him or her to resolve the disharmony. He could have made the characters a bit more complex, but, admittedly, the simplicity is kind of refreshing. The plot takes the reader on a journey as Kahu grows up and touches the lives of her family members. She softens hearts and puts life in perspective. The vulnerability of her age mixed with glimpses of her maturity allows the reader to identify with her but also realize her heroic destiny. Ihimaera¿s imagery lets the reader feel the wonders of the ocean and New Zealand life. I wish he had further described the setting in some places, but for the most part this book was descriptive and clear. The tone is almost mystical as some parts are told from the whales¿ perspective as well. In my opinion, The Whale Rider would appeal to ages 14-adult because it is easy to read and explores simple themes, yet includes some cultural insights and symbolism that may be better appreciated by an older audience. The content is hardly offensive but does touch on some issues of sexism and racism to teach the blindness of such attitudes. Overall, I would recommend The Whale Rider to others. It¿s a quick, enjoyable read and makes the reader feel edified and empowered at its conclusion. Out of ten I would give it a 7.5 because it was well-written and inspired goodness, but was not as profound or complex as I had hoped. I have not yet seen the movie, but now I am anxious to do so. I hope you read this book and enjoy it like I did.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Whale Rider is a moving story giving insight into the Maori culture both in the past and as it works to fit into the present. It is designed for young readers, but is of interest to anyone wishing to learn about the Maori traditions. For avid 'tween and young teen readers, do the book before the film. For the less eager reader, the movie could come first, providing the visual images which might make the reading easier. The use of Maori terminology is easily handled, with a glossary in the back. Although some boys may first balk at reading a story with a female protagonist, this story has plenty of adventure, imagination, and family drama to hold interest.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book has now been added to my favorite lists. 8yrold Kahu is amazing. she has such passion and such fearless way to think of the world. this book is told through the eyes of one that loves her most and through his eyes (her uncles) you will learn that the world...isnt always such a bad place...
Guest More than 1 year ago
I cry every time I read this book. Even when I'm in school. Amazing, sweet, and moving. A must read for everyone, especially for those who are for women's lib.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A very sweet story (a little short but nice) best recommended to be read to children of any age.