Brief encounter with Janet Frame

I began to fantasise about meeting Janet Frame.
In New Zealand, it is not an impossible ambition, this encountering one’s heroes; the country still more village than nation, and a characteristic of living here is the accessibility of those elevated souls who in more populous cultures would remain forever unseen, or at least unapproachable. Frame had grown up in Oamaru, after all – not so far away – even gone to teachers’ college in Dunedin, so I held tight to what I thought was a reasonably realistic hope.