@TillyMumsnetBookClub
Evening everyone
Firstly, thank you to all those who have posted their reviews and thoughts so far (and I hope Neeta06 has found the right thread?)
I?m immensely excited, thrilled and honoured to welcome Kazuo Ishiguro, OBE and winner of an extraordinary amount of awards, to Bookclub this evening. Kazuo?s novels share a tenderness and an ability to conjure worlds that seem real and unreal at the same time. Each book is highly distinctive with a particularly clear voice. I am delighted that we have the opportunity to talk about them all with Kazuo over the next hour.
Kazuo, thank you very, very much indeed for giving us your time tonight (particularly as I know you are on a punishing global publicity tour).
We've already got a fair few questions to get through so I'll just add the standard Mumsnet ones that we like to ask all our authors...
What childhood book most inspired you?
What would be the first piece of advice you would give to anyone attempting to write fiction?
What would be the first piece of advice you would give to anyone attempting to write fiction?
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And the best you?ve received?
Over to you...
Hello! First off, everyone, please excuse all my grammatical/typing/stylistic crimes that you're about to witness. Either I do this in ultra-polished way and spend the hour answering two questions, or I write stream-of-consciousness warts and all replies, to get through as much as possible. I'm opting for latter.
Your Mumsnet standard questions, in order:
What childhood book most inspired you?
When I was 9 or 10 I read all the Sherlock Holmes stories, every single one. Which was odd, because like a lot of boys, I was a useless reader - hardly read anything else. I think the appeal of Sherlock H wasn't so much the detective stuff, though that was exciting enough, but the cosiness of the Holmes-Watson relationship. For a young person, that's a kind of dream friendship. A meeting of the near-infallible, superman with the definitively dependable , very decent friend. But did it inspire my later writing? Don't think so. I think the great singer-songwriters of my teenage years - Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Bruce Springsteen - had more direct influence on my writing.
It's curious, but I find that a lot of my favourite authors haven't particularly influenced my own writing, whereas authors I don't particularly enjoy - like Marcel Proust, who can be a crashing bore - have had an enormous influence. Charlotte Bronte's two great novels, Jane Eyre and Villette, had a huge influence on my writing, but I'd more or less grown up by then.
What would be the first piece of advice you would give to anyone attempting to write fiction?
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I would ask yourself this: Do I want to be a writer? Do I want to write? These two questions are crucially different. It sometimes takes people a long time to understand, deeply, what the difference is. It's not enough to be able to answer yes to the first. You have to be sure you want actually to write. So many people want the status, the life-style, the identity of 'writer', but discover - sometimes after a long and painful process - that they don't really want to write. This is the basic thing to establish.
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Best book I've given recently?
Must be something wrong with me, but I can't remember giving a book to anyone. But books I've recently recommended to friends: Rachel Cusk's Outline is quietly weird and wonderful, and deadpan funny too. David Mitchell's Bone Clocks is full of brilliant stuff. A book you may not have come across, which I thought was very good recently: Prayers for the Stolen by Jennifer Clement. It's a troubling, beautifully written novel narrated by a teenager girl growing up in a Mexican border town completely under the sway of today's drug cartels. Moving and disturbing.
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Best book I've been given?
My wife has given me The Girl In The Red Coat by Kate Hamer and has been going on and on about it, saying it's the best thriller with 'Girl' in the title for years. I haven't read it yet, but she won't rest until I do, so I'd better get started. I watched her as she was reading it, and she kept saying she was dying to stop, because it was freaking her out so much, but she couldn't stop because, well, she just couldn't stop.