Showing posts with label The first book. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 5, 2019

'I have an aversion to failure' / Sally Rooney feels the buzz of her debut novel




'I have an aversion to failure': Sally Rooney feels the buzz of her debut novel

She has been called the ‘Salinger for the Snapchat generation’. Sally Rooney explains how she wrote Conversations With Friends in a flat-out creative frenzy, and how being a former debating champion helped with the dialogue

Paula Cocozza
Wednesday 24 May 2017


T
o listen to Sally Rooney, you would guess she has always been a great talker. As an undergraduate at Trinity College Dublin, she became Europe’s No 1 student debater. Now she has written her debut novel – Conversations With Friends – which motors along thanks to its brilliant, funny and startling dialogue, most of which is played out between two college students (ex-girlfriends, now best friends) and an older married couple.

One of the students – Frances, the narrator – specialises in barbed retorts and has an affair with the husband. “You’re really handsome, you know,” she tells him. “Is that all I get?” he says. “I thought you liked my personality.” “Do you have one?” she asks. None of Rooney’s characters is ever lost for words, though quite often they find the wrong ones. Their exchanges revolve around what they withhold as much as what they share.
“Dialogue is the most fun to write,” Rooney says. “It’s kind of like a tennis match. Do the first one,” and then ping, ping, “it has to go back and forth.” Across instant messenger, email, text and face-to-face exchanges, her four protagonists play out their relationships, sometimes interested, sometimes opposed, yet as stitched into each other as a thread drawn through a four-hole button. In some ways, these characters are all victims of their own irony. A chasm grows between the spoken and the thought word: “I tried to explain that I felt vulnerable,” the narrator says, “but I did so without using the word ‘vulnerable’ or any synonyms.”
Rooney and I are sitting in the lounge of London’s Grosvenor hotel (she has just flown in from Dublin where she lives) and Rooney’s coffee isn’t getting much of a look-in. Has she always liked to talk? “That’s an interesting question,” she says, which sounds like the sort of reply you might find in a champion debater’s armoury, but in fact she is endearingly open. “I’m very introverted. Easily a few days could go by where I would not really leave the house or talk to anybody other than my partner.” But she has “always been drawn to intense people who like to talk”. Conversations with friends, as well as discussions of feminism, masculinity, gender and politics, helped to fuel the book.
Rooney is 26 and her youth, and the youth of her sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued narrator, have led her editor at Faber to describe her as “Salinger for the Snapchat generation”. The older characters have money, hold parties “full of people wearing long necklaces” (a brilliant condemnation of a generation’s approach to day-to-night dressing), and cook with aubergine and chorizo. But in their use of technology, the generations are more intricately bound, surprisingly conservative. All age groups favour email, as does Rooney. No one has Snapchat. No one takes a selfie. And young Frances is 21 but likes linen dresses and blouses. In many ways, she is an old head on young shoulders.
The book sold in a seven-way auction last year and Rooney, perhaps with the same energy she has in conversation, worked with “huge speed”, writing 100,000 words of Conversations With Friends in three months, while also meeting the deadlines for her master’s in American literature. She had been approached by Tracy Bohan of the Wylie literacy agency, who represents Eimear McBride and Ali Smith, but held off sending her the manuscript.





“I would rather do two things really, really, really well than do 16 things and have 14 of them fail,” she says. “I wanted to get the novel as perfect as I could. I think it’s an aversion to failure.”

This is surprising, because perfectionists tend not to be so prolific. But Rooney has been writing constantly since late 2014. She thinks she was able to write so fast because she allowed her mind “to lie fallow for several years producing nothing, just kind of having experiences and thinking about them”. By “experiences”, she means having a coffee with a friend or reading a book – not backpacking in Peru.

Still, she is only 26, so this fallow period couldn’t have been that long. Before the master’s, she dropped out of a master’s in politics, also at Trinity. It was the year between then and starting to write the novel – the one with the coffees and the reading – that allowed her “to go on this incredibly prolific streak” in which she worked 16 or 18 hours a day, not even planning or plotting, just writing. “I can feel that winding down now,” she says. “I feel it’s going to be difficult to convince myself that I’m allowed to just not do anything.”
Why so busy? “I don’t think of myself as busy,” she says, “because I don’t even have to get dressed most days.” She sits at her desk in dressing gown or pyjamas or big jumper. “I guess I’m producing a lot, but I don’t look like I have a very active life to the outside observer.” I am wondering if that should be the other way round: that to the outside observer she seems incredibly productive, but “constantly castigates” herself for not doing enough.
Rooney grew up in Castlebar, “a run-of-the-mill small town in the west of Ireland”. Her dad worked for Telecom Éireann, her mum ran the arts centre. The Rooney children – Sally, her younger sister and older brother – “were always going to see plays and interpretive dance and visual arts”. At 15, she completed her first novel, and while she cheerily calls it “absolute trash”, it is a pretty impressive feat.
I suspect she has always been a high achiever, because at Trinity she won a “very lucrative” scholarship, which gave her space to write. Then, when she decided she wanted to enter into the “glamorous” world of debating, she became No 1 in Europe. “God, I know! I’m such an intense person,” she says. Her story Mr Salary, was shortlisted for the Sunday Times short story award. Trusted friends are already reading her second novel. It’s hardly surprising that Rooney is always being described as “precocious”.
Is there, I wonder, a cut-off for that – an expiry date for precocity? She doesn’t hesitate. “I can get more mileage out of it. Definitely!”



Friday, August 3, 2018

Sophie Mackintosh / 'Dystopian feminism might be a trend, but it’s also our lives'



‘I don’t believe in book snobbery’ … Sophie Mackintosh.
Photograph: Sophie Davidson



The first book interview

Sophie Mackintosh: 'Dystopian feminism might be a trend, but it’s also our lives'





The Water Cure’s author says she has not written a new Handmaid’s Tale, but it would be hard for any story centred on women’s lives not to be feminist

Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett
Thu 24 May 2018

“T
he novel is set in the future but it could be now, it’s not a million miles away,” Sophie Mackintosh tells me, in her soft Welsh lilt, sitting in an east London cafe. “Sometimes you scroll through Twitter and there is a horrible story like the Belfast rape case. You see a lot of really upsetting stories. That can throw off your whole day. You get angry, and that can make you feel sick. So I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch to imagine a world where you get ill from patriarchy.” She laughs, with irony.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Daisy Johnson / Seeking 'intense strangeness in a world that feels like ours'


‘I don’t think I would have wanted to write a book that everybody liked’ … Daisy Johnson.
Photograph: Pollyanna Johnson

The first book interview


Daisy Johnson: seeking 'intense strangeness in a world that feels like ours'


Fen’s author explains how short stories were the perfect form to ‘do really weird things and have really weird things happen’

Richard Lea
Thu 14 Jul 2016


“T
he starting point was the eels,” says Daisy Johnson. These strange creatures writhe in “headless masses in the last puddles” as the land is drained in the opening story of her debut collection, Fen, spinning us off into an uncanny world where an older sister can starve herself into becoming an eel, a dead brother can return as a fox, and a house can love a girl “darkly and greatly and with a huge, gut-swallowing want”.

Fen by Daisy Johnson review / An impressive first collection


Fen by Daisy Johnson review – an impressive first collection

Johnson’s surreal and atmospheric stories are set in a liminal landscape where girls become eels

Sarah Crown
Saturday 18 July 2016

T
here was a time when East Anglia’s fenland was nothing more than a silty mix of fresh- and saltwater marshes into which people rarely ventured, an unstable place with one foot on solid ground and one in the sea. Attempts were made to drain it as far back as Roman times, but it wasn’t until the 19th century that technology advanced to the point where its freedom from flooding could be guaranteed. Today it is heavily cultivated, its fertile soil providing some of the country’s richest farmland. But for all that, it remains conditional: a tricksy, liminal landscape lying below sea level whose web of fields and schools and houses is wholly dependent on the system of pumps and embankments that has been constructed to protect it. There is an uncanniness to the fens that derives both from their singular geography (the lack of firm perimeters; the edgeless, overlit swaths of sky-filled water) and their essential provisionality; the ever-deepening sense, in this age of global warming, that their inhabitants are living on borrowed time, in a borrowed place.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

'I already feel like I've won' / Fiona Mozley, the new face on the Booker longlist



‘I was probably quite an angry young woman’ … Fiona Mozley. Photograph: Hodder & Stoughton

THE FIRST BOOK INTERVIEW

'I already feel like I've won': Fiona Mozley, the new face on the Booker longlist




Catapulted from anonymity to literary stardom, the 29-year-old from York talks about her sylvan debut novel, Elmet, and how it was fuelled by her anger at inequality

Richard Lea
Thu 17 Aug 2017

Fiona Mozley was sitting in a cafe when she heard the news. She had been out walking her dog by the river, and had stopped for a coffee on the way home, when she got a call from her editor.
“I thought she’d managed to secure a good quote for the front cover,” says Mozley. “It was obviously good news. I could tell from the tone of her voice.” The rest is a bit of a blur, with her dog, Stringer, barking and jumping around as he caught on to her gradually increasing excitement. By the time she put down the phone, Mozley was reeling from the discovery she had beenlonglisted for the Man Booker prize with a book that wasn’t even due to be published until September.
The novel that has catapulted her into Booker contention began on a train. Born in 1988, Mozley grew up in York, studied history at Cambridge and spent six months teaching English in Buenos Aires before coming back to Britain in 2011. After a year interning at a literary agency, spending most of her salary renting a room in a shared house in south London, she decided she needed to earn a little more money, so got a job as a travel agent.

But she was still homesick. Heading back south from York on the east coast mainline, she was thinking about a novel examining land, ownership and community, when she hit on the idea of a character – a great, hulking man, a larger-than-life figure from myth or legend. A first line came to her: “Daddy and Cathy and I lived in a small house that Daddy built with materials from the land here about.” By the time she arrived in King’s Cross, she had a first chapter and she was off and running.

Her book, Elmet, charts how John, a man-mountain who used to make his money as a bare-knuckle boxer and muscle for hire, retreats from his hostile world to a copse in Yorkshire’s West Riding. He makes a refuge for his children and teaches them to live off the land, foraging for berries, planting plums and potatoes, hunting pigeons and pheasants with bows and arrows whittled from oak or yew. But Daddy doesn’t own the land on which he has built his home, and, when the man whose name is on the title deeds pays them a visit, a confrontation begins that can only end in disaster.
This struggle over possession and belonging is recounted in stripped-down, granite prose modelled on Cormac McCarthy: short, declarative sentences and minimal punctuation. This straightforward style comes partly from imagining Elmet as a kind of Yorkshire western and partly from Mozley’s young narrator, Daniel.
“I had these very lofty social, political, environmental and cultural ideas, but Daniel has never read eco-critical theory, or gender theory,” she explains. “He’s not read Judith Butler, he’s not going to draw on that kind of vocabulary.”
Living with Cathy and Daddy in the copse, Daniel lets his hair and nails grow long, he wears his jeans tight and his T-shirts short. His sister likes to explore the woods and fields, but Daniel prefers to curl up with a book or make the house look nice. It’s not that he wouldn’t have called himself a man or a boy, he just “never thought about it”.
As someone who describes herself as queer, as “a woman, but with caveats”, Mozley says she “could never write a novel which didn’t have queer characters at its heart. I wouldn’t know how to write that novel. So it was always going to be there. That aspect was a conscious decision, but it wasn’t really a choice.”
Elmet is deeply rooted in the landscape of Mozley’s childhood, from the hare standing so still in a field it seems she has “grabbed hold of the earth and pinned it down with her at its centre”, to a winter morning with “summer scents … bottled by the cold”.

But the novel also bears the marks of the PhD in medieval history she is currently pursuing at York University, with a plot forged by changes in society that have played out in the north of England over hundreds of years.

“There’s this community that, at one point, all lived on the land and worked the land, and then were dragged from the land and into the mines or the mills because of the Industrial Revolution,” Mozley says. “Then the mines and the mills were no longer profitable, so we spat all these people out. But we don’t give them back the land, so what do they do?”
It’s an issue that is both timeless and timely, an issue the author says fuelled the novel with the anger she feels as part of a generation that finds itself “paying all of our salaries to other people for no clear reason”.
“I was probably quite an angry young woman,” she says – but living with a book as intense, as visceral as Elmet for more than five years can’t help but change you. “I was a much darker person when I started it, and I’m really not any more. I’m quite cheery.”
Mozley’s unexpected appearance on the Booker longlist has only further improved her mood. “It is overwhelming,” she says, “but I’m making a concerted effort to try and enjoy myself and take the positives from it.”
For a debut author whose book wasn’t even published when the list came out, it isn’t a question of winning or losing as “I already feel like I’ve won.” She remarked to a friend that as the shortlist doesn’t come out until September, she would at the very least remain in the competition until the autumn. But her friend pointed out that she’ll always be on the 2017 longlist. “Which I will,” she smiles. “I’ll always be in the 2017 Booker dozen, no matter what else happens. Pretty cool.”
  • Elmet is published by John Murray Originals at £10.99