Showing posts with label guardian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guardian. Show all posts
Friday, 16 June 2017
On The Knives for the Guardian's Paperback Writer
Pleased to see how this piece turned out, describing the genesis and gestation of The Knives from the back-of-an-envelope stage when I was calling it 'Homeland.' It's a terrific slot that the Guardian offers to authors to say a little of their process on the occasion of a book going into paperback. And it's a great song, too.
On the title of the piece: I wouldn't do Mrs May's job today for all the Jie in Changxing.
On the extract chosen: I suppose I could claim a little prescience on this one - '‘a Tory government’, yes, but by a gnat’s whisker and no more, propped up by deals cut with Ulstermen' - except that I had governments past fully in mind here. We're encouraged to think that what's happening today is unprecedented, unique, and how things are going to be from now on. But all our lives have been lived before us.
The Knives in the Guardian's Best of Westminster
I’m honoured to have made the cut for this Guardian Books
list of the Top 10 books about Westminster politics, as selected by the
novelist and ex-BBC reporter Terri Stiatsny.
Having had a go at a similar list
in the past I know it would be a hard thing to get to a Top 20 without
resorting to filler material, i.e. the great many books that depict democratically
elected politicians as venal, craven, thieving scum, which is to speak of books
that don’t have much to do with life itself – since, as Senator Silas
Radcliffe, anti-hero of Henry Adams’ Democracy, puts it, ‘No representative
government can long be much better or much worse than the society it
represents.’
So, a thoroughly agreeable thing for me to rubbing shoulders
with Hilary Mantel, House of Cards, James Graham’s This House, and the Alans
Clark and Hollinghurst...
Wednesday, 14 June 2017
Knives on tour: Stoke Newington LitFest 2017
There are a lot of literary festivals in the firmament these days, and London has a big share in them, but there seems to be a good consensus that Stoke Newington offers one of the liveliest and most enthusiastically attended. I made my second visit there the other week - the first was in 2011 for The Possessions of Doctor Forrest - and this time I was debating the dangerously hot topic of whether our political life is stranger than fiction, the recent material for such a debate amounting to as much as any of us could reasonably process.
I was talking Knives, of course, and in very good company being on the Stokey platform with Jonathan Freedland, the accomplished Guardian journalist who writes thrillers under the nom de plume of Sam Bourne; and Terri Stiatsny, an ex-BBC reporter who now specialises in prize-winning fiction derived from real-world political events, and who graciously did the chairing of the event though, obviously, we all three of us had things to say about what we do and why. Jonathan's new book isn't actually out yet but imagines a conspiracy against a Trump-like US president. Terri's latest, Conflicts of Interest, is in paperback now.
I was talking Knives, of course, and in very good company being on the Stokey platform with Jonathan Freedland, the accomplished Guardian journalist who writes thrillers under the nom de plume of Sam Bourne; and Terri Stiatsny, an ex-BBC reporter who now specialises in prize-winning fiction derived from real-world political events, and who graciously did the chairing of the event though, obviously, we all three of us had things to say about what we do and why. Jonathan's new book isn't actually out yet but imagines a conspiracy against a Trump-like US president. Terri's latest, Conflicts of Interest, is in paperback now.
Tuesday, 2 August 2016
A few things about The Knives
1. My novel The Knives is published this Thursday, August 4. I
first began thinking about its subject in late 2009, and wrote a fledgling version as a prospective
short-form Channel 4 drama. My interest had been stirred by some of the very
public political/moral dilemmas facing the then-Labour Home Secretary Alan
Johnson. That interest deepened when I read David Blunkett’s lengthy and detailed published diaries. I wondered what it would mean to discharge such duties - to walk a mile in those shoes, imaginatively.
2. I began to plot out a long-form story about a flawed man doing a legendarily
difficult job, mired in crises both professional and personal – a Home
Secretary with no home of his own. Since governments come and go, and since a writer's job is to make things tough for one's characters, I soon knew that my protagonist had to be a working class Conservative, in a north of England constituency, who had served in the army. By 2010 I had a title for the piece, Homeland, but
I was just too slow out of the blocks on that score.
3. Research proper on the novel, both from written sources and
by going to people and places directly, went on from 2011 right up to 2015. In
real life, and for all that the job is considered a poisoned
chalice or gilded coffin, Theresa May endured as Home Secretary throughout
those years – right up to her recent promotion. Her discharging of duties at
Marsham Street was of obvious interest to me, as it has been to journalists on
the Westminster beat, and never more so than now. (Andrew Rawnsley’s piece on May and her circle of advisors in last week’s Observer is a very good and insightful place for
newcomers to start.)
4. The Knives, though, is fiction. It’s not based or modelled
on anyone, it’s no roman a clef. It does, though, aspire through a story to
offer some plausible dramatic scenarios and imaginative truths about arguably the hardest
office in politics - and its complex relation to this nation of ours and her citizenry.
5. The novel is dubbed a ‘political thriller’, essentially for
shorthand purposes. I would see it as a drama that’s intended to grip: a
Scandinavian boxset of a novel, if you like, with multiple concurrent plotlines and themes. I
would be really pleased if admirers of the TV series Borgen found it of
interest. Like my first novel Crusaders, The Knives tries to address some national
themes of public interest, in a dramatic manner. Like Crusaders, it’s in
the last act that the thriller elements coalesce - the clock begins to tick for
the central character, and the train drives down one track to the denouement.
6. I guess there’s a certain timeliness in a novel about a
Tory Home Secretary who's widely fancied to become Prime Minister appearing at this
moment – amid a year of politics that has been more interesting than many of us
would have liked. The book perhaps foreshadows a few things that have become reality.
In at least one regard I wish they hadn’t.
7. In a time of political tumult and crisis, like this one in
which we’re currently enveloped, people who read a lot can be forgiven for losing their heads in angst and dread; and fiction has a hard
fight to show it’s more useful for what ails us than Twitter. But it’s a worthwhile
fight, nonetheless. Of course there is a living to be had from arguing that
whatever’s happening today is the definitive episode in human history. But it
isn’t. Ecclesiastes got that dead right.
8. The EU referendum result defenestrated a Prime Minister and
cleared out more than one of his self-styled successors. The ambitions of
Cameron, Johnson and Gove, and the popular failure of the case for Britain to
remain in the EU, have been shut down, shuttered and bolted: the narrative of
those events has already been well told in journalism, and no doubt there will
be a non-fiction book or two to follow.
9. Still, our oft-maligned political system managed to propel the most
capable candidate into Cameron’s place, once the blatant hoodwinkers had fallen
away. The aftermath of that referendum vote, however, will be long and painful, and will
define the premiership of Theresa May. The problems that faced her as Home Secretary over six years – inter alia, levels of immigration, varieties
of alienation in England’s regions, forms of English nationalism, concern for England’s
identity and the threat of 'domestic extremism' in various forms – have, I think,
a fair bit to do with why England voted as it did on June 23. The Knives is certainly much preoccupied with such matters. My fictional Home Secretary David Blaylock has his (invented) Westminster constituency on Teesside, where all areas voted to leave the EU by over 60%.
10. In terms of government, such deep-rooted and persistent problems
appear to be the burden of the Conservative Party, since Labour has, for the
time being, abandoned the business of real politics. And the troubles are not
going away – we will reckon with them for years to come. Fiction, I believe,
has a part to play in the reckoning, and I wrote a piece for the Guardian last week on how novelists have borne witness to politics down the years – as ‘unacknowledged legislators’, if you like - certainly as watchmen, interpreters and dramatists
of our predicaments.
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
Me, in the Guardian, defending social housing
| Lynemouth, Northumberland, where Isos rent 200 homes |
Last Wednesday was a bit of a red letter day round mine - my
first ever piece in the Guardian's 'Society' pages, headlined 'Why we should be shouting from the rooftops to defend housing associations', and marking my debut as a
commentator on public sector finance and provision, so fulfilling a boyhood
dream... The photos illustrating the piece, as above, are taken from my book Our House, Your Home: The Past, Present & Future of Social Housing, and all are the work of the estimable Sally Ann Norman. As to the argument therein, here are a couple of preview paragraphs:
'Social housing, then, is a cause that needs defending. Whereas mortgaged home ownership is thought to be one of our national obsessions, social housing is dimly viewed as a “residual” tenure of last resort – a political stepchild, too, its constituents uncourted at election time, unlike all those owner-occupiers in key marginals.
While Ken Loach’s 1966 BBC play, Cathy Come Home, did much to strip the scales from Britain’s eyes about the calamity of homelessness, Cathy’s fictional plight seems unlikely to greatly detain audiences of today, more routinely tickled (if not feigning to be outraged) by Channel 4’s Benefits Street. Whether we have a national consensus that social housing is an essential service, or whether societal attitudes have hardened to the point where more of us believe people have to lump whatever shelter they can access – I must say I’m not certain...'
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Jude Tebbutt's 'Long Walk Home'
I will never forget the frozen moment on the evening of Sunday September 12 2011 when I learned that David Tebbutt, finance director at my publishers Faber and Faber, had been murdered while on holiday on an island in the Lamu archipelago off Kenya’s northern coast. It was a catastrophe of the kind no-one could anticipate, and that it should have befallen such a fine and decent person as David only compounded the shock felt by all who knew him.
Making matters immeasurably worse, the sorrows came ‘not single spies but in battalions’, with the news that David’s wife Jude had been abducted by the people responsible for his death. One could barely imagine what might follow. Gradually, over weeks, it became clear Jude had been transported into Somalia and that this was a kidnap for ransom - offering at least the hope of a process by which her release could be secured. Yet the violence of the offence, and the lawlessness of the terrain, made that hope seem a vulnerable one. We were not to know how Jude sustained herself in the meantime, as weeks in captivity turned to months.
Then in March 2012 came stunning, thankful news, as Jude’s freedom was successfully negotiated by her and David’s son Ollie, and she returned to the UK. Now she has written an account of her ordeal in A Long Walk Home: One Woman’s Story of Kidnap. Hostage, Loss and Survival. The making of the book was something Jude conceived of while still a prisoner in Somalia: it was a significant process both of coming-to-terms and of commemoration for her, as described here by Julian Loose, her editor at Faber.
Because of my association with Faber and my background in biography and journalism, also my having known David, I was asked to assist Jude in the writing of the book. This was a privilege for me in a dual sense, both in terms of the honouring of David’s memory and for the opportunity to know Jude better – for she is, in her remarkable personal qualities, a person deeply worth knowing. Being so closely acquainted with the contents of A Long Walk Home it would be invidious for me to proclaim its virtues, however I do think I have sufficient objectivity to say that the story Jude tells, and her reflections – not just on what she has endured but on the life she has known both before and after tragedy struck – will repay anyone’s investment of time richly.
You can get a very striking sense of A Long Walk Home from an excellent interview with Jude by Kira Cochrane in today’s Guardian, and also from the extracts currently being offered in a Radio 4 Book of the Week serialization, read by the actress Pennie Downie.
Making matters immeasurably worse, the sorrows came ‘not single spies but in battalions’, with the news that David’s wife Jude had been abducted by the people responsible for his death. One could barely imagine what might follow. Gradually, over weeks, it became clear Jude had been transported into Somalia and that this was a kidnap for ransom - offering at least the hope of a process by which her release could be secured. Yet the violence of the offence, and the lawlessness of the terrain, made that hope seem a vulnerable one. We were not to know how Jude sustained herself in the meantime, as weeks in captivity turned to months.
Then in March 2012 came stunning, thankful news, as Jude’s freedom was successfully negotiated by her and David’s son Ollie, and she returned to the UK. Now she has written an account of her ordeal in A Long Walk Home: One Woman’s Story of Kidnap. Hostage, Loss and Survival. The making of the book was something Jude conceived of while still a prisoner in Somalia: it was a significant process both of coming-to-terms and of commemoration for her, as described here by Julian Loose, her editor at Faber.
Because of my association with Faber and my background in biography and journalism, also my having known David, I was asked to assist Jude in the writing of the book. This was a privilege for me in a dual sense, both in terms of the honouring of David’s memory and for the opportunity to know Jude better – for she is, in her remarkable personal qualities, a person deeply worth knowing. Being so closely acquainted with the contents of A Long Walk Home it would be invidious for me to proclaim its virtues, however I do think I have sufficient objectivity to say that the story Jude tells, and her reflections – not just on what she has endured but on the life she has known both before and after tragedy struck – will repay anyone’s investment of time richly.
You can get a very striking sense of A Long Walk Home from an excellent interview with Jude by Kira Cochrane in today’s Guardian, and also from the extracts currently being offered in a Radio 4 Book of the Week serialization, read by the actress Pennie Downie.
Thursday, 31 January 2013
'Balancing Acts' revisited
This morning I read a comment piece by Martin Kettle in the
Guardian, in praise (a little overstated, in my view) of the present Home
Secretary’s accomplishments to date. I then gritted my teeth and scrolled through some
of the readers’ Comments. They weren’t, altogether, so bad. But one of the bad
ones – who tried to contend that the Guardian has no sane and cogent writers on
its books, just Kettle on the right of Labour and Polly Toynbee on the left,
balancing/cancelling one another by their commensurate wrongness – reminded me
of someone... yes, the late muckraker Alexander Cockburn, who wrote the following in the Nation on
October 27 1984, having thrown aside his New York Times in despair at the Reaganaut
fervour of William Safire followed so hard upon by the dead liberal hand of
Anthony Lewis:
This is what Op-Ed intellectual discourse has got us into. So long as you can strike some sort of ‘balance’ it doesn’t matter that on one end of the seesaw sits a man saying things that in a rational world would have him held by doctors for observation...
So I didn’t agree with that Guardian Commenter, see – just as I didn’t
agree much with Alexander Cockburn, at least in the later years. And yet the
conviction they had in common seemed to rise up again like a rank odour when I saw the guest list
for tonight’s BBC Question Time, onto which the show's entertaining bookers had shoehorned – alongside
the now customary comedian – the Guardian’s Zoe Williams and the Telegraph’s
James Delingpole. Christ alive. And you wonder why you never hear a decent
argument on that show? Evidently they make it incoherent on purpose. And presumably
people still watch. I don’t think I can manage that now, not after Harry Enfield’s
rightly praised parody, which took out the show’s middle stump with a fairly
straight and medium-paced delivery.
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