I will never be a literary critic. I say Wow. I say Yes. I feel a resonance inside, a plucked guitar string, light shifting, I find myself holding my breath. I feel a flicker of an idea, consciousness swirling, a pulse of feeling, a glimpse of memory that sets me ready to try to say…..something, something that might in turn touch and inspire others or provide them with a reflection of their emotions, or show them a new way of looking at the world.
Who are the writers that refill the well for you?
The last decade for me has been a decade of what I call ‘mud’. Not in a negative sense but in a hands-on, practical, prosaic, down in the thick of things kind of way. I have given birth to and raised four children with all the nappies and puree and wiping down and tidying up and cajoling and physical helping and emotional steering that that entailed. Something has to give, sometimes its ‘air’, what’s up there, the things that take us out of ourselves, music, words, exercise, theatre, new places, silence. The children are older now, the tiny baby stage has passed. I am about to start a new decade in age too. I want to begin to refuel in all the other things that I haven’t been able to get to. I still have the physical, the hugs, the squeaky noses, the lifting, the holding, the toddler insisting he can only be happy lying cheek to cheek with me but I want the breath as well, a little bit more than before.
This means catching up on old music videos I have never seen, bands that I hear fleetingly in the car between pickups but never hear the name of. It means, perhaps DVD box sets or catching re-runs of shows I missed like Madmen, The Mighty Boosh, The West Wing. It means getting to more music shows, more theatre, more galleries. (Even if its only 1 more!). And it means books and authors.
These are the books currently on my bedside table or in a tall pile beside it.
They are by writers who were recommended to me by others or are people that I have enjoyed in the past and want to continue to become more familiar with their work. In particular since I have begun to write so many short stories I have also become a voracious reader of short story collections.
- Hanif Kureshami: The Body (Already in awe!)
- J.G. Ballard: Kingdom Come
- A.S Byatt: Possession
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Love in the Time of Cholera
- Nabokov: Collected stories (His work is a wonderful revelation!)
- Jeannette Winterson: The Stone Gods
- Annie Proulx: Brokeback Mountain and Other Stories
- Adam Foulds The Quickening Maze
- Virginia Woolf: The Waves, To the Lighthouse
- John Steinbeck: The Pearl, Sweet Thursday, The Wayward Bus
- Ivy Bannister: The Magician (short stories)
- Paul Durkan: Life is a Dream: 40 Years Reading Poems 1967-2007
- Sylvia Plath’s: Collected Poems
These are books I have enjoyed most in the past few years and highly recommend.
- What was Lost: Catherine O’Flynn
- The Accidental and Hotel World: Ali Smith
- One Hundred Years of Solitude: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- To a God Unknown, Grapes of Wrath: John Steinbeck
- The Gathering: Anne Enright
- Postcards, The Shipping News: Annie Proulx
- Map of Glass: Jane Urquart
- The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet by Reif Larsen (An event of a book, great illustrations, notes in the margins. Beautiful to hold.)
- How to Breathe Underwater: Julie Orringer
- Constitutional: Helen Simpson
- Lorrie Moore: The Collected Stories
- A.S. Byatt: Little Black Book of Stories
I also hope to become acquainted with the stories of Raymond Carver and to read the first two available stories from The Chaos Walking Trilogy (teen fiction) by Patrick Ness The Knife of Never Letting Go and The Ask and the Answer.
Help me with my re-education, my filling up of the soul and the well of inspiration.
Who are your favourite authors? What are your favourite books? Do you have any recommendations for us of authors we should become acquainted with? Are you an author we should become acquainted with? Add in your favourite band and TV show too. Please leave your comments and hopefully we can share some gems.