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Review
Saturday 12 June 2021 – Issue № 177
‘I still believe One Hundred
Years of Solitude by Gabriel
García Márquez is the
greatest novel written since
William Faulkner died.’
— Bill Clinton, page 5
I N T E RV I E W Meg Mason........................................................................20
Julian Barnes on writing The Sense of an Ending, plus Tom Gauld ...........26
12 June
tudes. “Women are Alison Flood
neither a genre, nor a
single experience,” res- A perfectly peculier
ponded Chocolat author celebration
Joanne Harris. Yes, pub- Crime writers are fam-
Forward for poetry world that turns out to lishers can get it wrong – ously a friendly bunch, so
We know that the year – be not very far from our remember the bikini shot it’s fitting that the Theak-
and more – of the pan- own and from Selima of Sylvia Plath on a collec- ston Old Peculier crime
demic has been a time Hill there’s a seven-part tion of her letters? – but writing festival promises
when we have needed to meditation on the never- as many in the industry to be the first major book
be exposed to the power ending puzzle of women pointed out, Winterson’s festival of 2021 to be held
of the imagination. and men and their publishers will have fol- in person. Writers will
The shortlists for the complicated mutual lowed the usual proced- include Richard Osman,
Forward prizes 2021 are a misunderstandings. ure of gaining her appro- Mick Herron, Ann
reminder that the poetic The winners will be val for covers and blurbs. Cleeves, Mark Billingham
imagination isn’t wholly announced in October. As both readers and and Val McDermid, who
introspective; it is bold, James Naughtie authors recommended once called this “small
limitless in ambition and the #wimminsfiction corner of Yorkshire …
it touches every part of Winterson on they love, Winterson’s paradise”. As for its
our lives. In the shortlist ‘wimmins fiction’ new jackets look set to audiences, the festival
for best collection, Kayo Jeanette Winterson stay the same, despite her has an enormous new
Chingonyi will take you antagonised a host of tent with increased
to the Zambezi River women’s fiction writers seating space to ensure
and back; Tishani Doshi when she announced on social distancing. This
explores the elastic Twitter that she “abso- year’s programming chair
margins between those lutely hated the cosy Ian Rankin says: “I’m so
who survive in our socie- little domestic blurbs” looking forward to
ties and those who think on her rejacketed back- reconnecting with fellow
themselves lost; and list. “Nothing playful or authors and crime fans
Luke Kennard writes a strange or the ahead of after so long apart. It’s
long, elegiac but sharply time stuff that’s in there,” going to be a real thrill to
GET TY; TWIT TER
fashioned riff on Shake- she wrote, just “wimmins be able to bring people
speare’s sonnets (and fiction of the worst kind”. together.” The festival
you thought you knew So she set them on fire. runs at Harrogate’s Old
them!). Stephen Sexton But as her fellow female Trial by fire Swan Hotel from 22 to
explores a fantastic writers were quick to Winterson’s books 25 July. Katy Guest
That’s a great question. I think Isabel Wilkerson’s S Grant knew: the risks of making our union more
Caste and Adam Grant’s Think Again forced me to perfect includes the possibility that the inevitable
rethink how deeply embedded our unexamined reaction can rob us of our democracy altogether.
preconceptions are.
The last book that made me cry The President’s Daughter by Bill Clinton and James
Sooley by John Grisham. Read it, you’ll want to cry too. Patterson is published by Century.
T
he coronavirus pandemic has been when he turns individual neurons on or off.
a disorienting kind of emergency. It This is the basic methodology of optogenetics, a
is a generation-defining cataclysm, technique that Deisseroth pioneered in 2005 with his
but for many of us the day-to-day team at what is now the Deisseroth Lab at Stanford
reality has been lonely, even dull. University. It has been widely recognised as one of
It is a call to action, but the most the great scientific breakthroughs of the 21st century.
useful thing most of us can do is In essence, he found a way to activate or deactivate
stay at home. Covid-19 is a disease that attacks the individual brain cells with incredible precision – which
lungs, but it has also worsened mental health while in turn has brought about a revolution in neuroscience.
causing a drastic reduction in patients seeking care Optogenetics is now its own field, its techniques and
for depression, self-harm, eating disorders and principles used in hundreds of laboratories across
anxiety. Whatever path the pandemic takes from the world to advance understanding of the circuits
here, says Karl Deisseroth, the pioneering American of the brain and the consequences of conditions
neuroscientist, psychiatrist, bioengineer and now such as schizophrenia, autism and dementia. Mostly
author, “coronavirus has affected us all and it has this is done by running experiments on animals –
changed us all. There’s no doubt about that.” literally dialling up or down the circuits that control
Deisseroth, 49, is talking in the lush, squirrel-filled aggression, for example;
garden of his house in Palo Alto, northern California, ‘I was always however, the possibilities
where he has spent much of the pandemic looking intrigued by appear almost endless. Last
after his four young children. But he has had much how words stir month, the Swiss neurologist
else on his mind. He has been finishing his book emotions, how Botond Roska published
Connections: A Story of Human Feeling, an investiga- they can lift us a study that showed how
tion into the nature of human emotions. He has up and bring us he had used optogenetic
been meeting with psychiatric patients over Zoom principles on a human
as well as putting in night shifts as an emergency hos-
down, how they retina to partially restore
pital psychiatrist. And he has fitted all of this around serve as very the sight of a blind person.
his day job, which is using tiny fibre-optic cables to potent symbols’ Deisseroth has another
fire lasers into the brains of mice that he has infected great leap forward on his CV,
with cells from light-sensitive algae and then obser- too: see-through brains. In
ving what happens, millisecond by millisecond, 2013, his team figured out a
way to drain away the opaque fatty matter in a Deisseroth follows Connections is Deisseroth
mouse brain and instead suspend all the brain cells a lucid line of coming “full circle”, he
in a scaffold of hydrogel, a transparent, jelly-like scientific inquiry says, back to his “original
substance that allows for extraordinarily detailed and greatest love” – writing.
brain imaging – a significant leap forward from the It is a revelatory book. Peppered with quotes from
standard fMRI scan. He came up with the concept Jorge Luis Borges and Toni Morrison, it leaps from
while changing a nappy. wasp evolution to autism, the origins of mammalian
Shaggy-haired and unhurried, Deisseroth more fur to self-harm in borderline personality disorder
resembles a bassist in a west coast rock band than patients, music to dementia, casually blowing apart
a leading scientist – and the way he tells it, all of his any crude arts-science dichotomies as it does so.
hi-tech questing grew out of his childhood ambition At times, it recalls the case histories of Oliver Sacks,
to be a poet. “That was my first love and vocation – at times the sweep of Yuval Noah Harari’s Sapiens –
I wanted to be a writer,” he says. He once crashed though Deisseroth says a closer model is The Periodic
his bicycle as he was attempting to read a volume Table by the poet-chemist Primo Levi. He writes with
of Gerard Manley Hopkins while pedalling. “I was an evident love of words – but also, with a lucid line
always intrigued by how words stir emotions, how of scientific inquiry. What are feelings? How do they
they can lift us up and bring us down, how they serve work? Why do we have them? How do new feelings
as very potent symbols. If you look at it, one route to evolve? And why are they so often maladapted to
understanding how those symbols are transformed our circumstances?
into feelings might be looking at how the brain works. “Feelings are responses to information in the
So I got very interested in neuroscience.” world – but as we all know, they follow their own
But he arrived at neuroscience via psychiatry. The trajectory,” Deisseroth says. “They coalesce and
two fields are usually seen as distinct – brain v mind – disappear with time. Sometimes we’re not even
but the insights gained in consultations with patients conscious of them.” While we are still far from even
have seeded many of Deisseroth’s experiments. a sketchy understanding of the physical nature of
“Anybody can read a diagnostic manual and see a list feelings, optogenetics is beginning to give us a handle
of symptoms, but what really matters to the patient on how and why they arise. “We can not only record
is a different story,” he says. “It’s what allows me to from the activity of tens of thousands of neurons
think: what are the correspondences that we can do in while the processes that correspond to feelings are
the laboratory? How can inspiration flow both ways?” happening – we can directly turn up and turn
down the representation of these feelings with in Europe, that her husband had been interned in a
great precision. We can make an animal more or less Chinese concentration camp (she had to infer this from
anxious or aggressive or maternal or hungry or thirsty. phone conversations with her parents, who couldn’t
And all of that neurobiology maps on to this funda- risk telling her directly). As an extreme extrovert,
mental question of what a feeling is.” the loss of her deep social bonds had destroyed her.
There are many moments where Deisseroth’s Meanwhile, Charles, who was on the autistic
case histories echo the strange times we are living spectrum, shrank from human contact: he had panic
through. One of the more perplexing stories concerns attacks in social situations and could not meet any-
Alexander, a wealthy, well-adjusted American man one’s eye, associating eye contact with a “negative-
with no history of mental illness whose retirement valence subjective internal state” (ie feeling bad).
happened to fall around the time of 9/11. Alexander Deisseroth was able to treat his anxiety and panic
was nowhere near New York when the attack hap- attacks, but the eye contact issue was unchanged.
pened and knew no one involved. But two weeks However, through talking to Charles, he was able to
afterwards, while on holiday in Greece, he began to get to the “real essence” of the problem. It wasn’t that
display “classic mania”. He was extraordinarily joyful; eye contact made him anxious. It was that too much
he drastically cut down on his sleep (he felt no need); social information was conveyed through eye contact
he had increased libido. When he returned home, he – and Charles found this overwhelming.
volunteered for the US Navy and started training for “Hearing him state this was a transformative
war, climbing trees, practising his aim, reading moment for me. We were able to bring those ideas to
military strategy, insisting to his baffled wife and the laboratory and study and even quantify in bits
children that he was better than he had ever been. per second how certain changes that happen in
For Deisseroth, the case was a sort of parable autism can affect information handling in the
(Alexander turned out OK, by the way). “Why does this mammalian brain. It kind of unified all the threads
susceptibility to mania exist? Is there a value to it – if very powerfully in a way that a paper or a study or
not to the person, then to the community, or to the a questionnaire would never have been able to do.”
species? Is that something that was more valuable at It’s no surprise that the pandemic has been very
a different time in the long march of evolution?” He challenging for those of us who, like Aynur, have
speculates that the manic state – “in some ways the deep social bonds with friends, family and
highest expression of what a human can be” – was a colleagues. Computer technology, which reduces
circuit in the brain waiting to be tripped; and perhaps our multilayered, multisensory human interactions
such states have helped humans cope with war, sometimes to a single bit of information – to like or
famine, climate emergency or pandemics in the past. not to like? – is a poor shadow of our usual social
What we think of as mental illness may be an evolu- contact. “One reason Zoom meetings may be so
tionary adaptation – or an attempt at an adaptation – exhausting is we have to work much harder to create
that helped past communities survive. “Nothing in our model of the other person – and that’s before we
biology makes sense except in the light of evolution,” get on to multiple people,” Deisseroth says. “Social
as the great geneticist Theodosius Dobzhansky wrote. interaction is one of the hardest things to do in biology.
This leads Deisseroth to ponder the case of Joan of Think of all the information coming in, not just the
Arc in medieval France – a female teenage peasant language and body language but the model you form
who, like Alexander, of the other person’s wants and needs, which you
appeared to be an Stanford University, then have to adapt as the conversation progresses –
inappropriate vessel California, where it’s a huge information processing task. Zoom makes
for such mania, but the Deisseroth that much harder.”
nevertheless managed to Lab is based However, for people like Charles, communicating
make a national impact.
“The altered state has been historically important.
Even if it’s maladapted for the individual it can be
transformative for the community.”
It’s hard not to think of the thousands of people
triggered by conspiracies – imagined emergencies
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remotely can have its benefits. Deisseroth believes ‘One reason A lot of people are con-
it is wrong to see autism as a limitation of the mind. Zoom meetings cerned by that. These
“People with autism do have challenges forming a may be so companies have a veneer
model of what’s going on in the minds of others. But of public service – and the
exhausting is
it’s not a fundamental limitation. They have certain tools that a company like
structures and arrangements in their brain that can
we have to work Google has made available
work it out – but it is hard for them to keep up with much harder have had a positive impact.
the information rate of a social interaction. In a to create our But even Google Maps, as
different time scale, there is so much they can do model of the we well know, still serves
to thrive.” Digital communication that does not other person’ their interests. We have
take place in real time, for example email or chat to understand that.”
functions, can be of huge benefit – and some people For all the pressures
with autism have indeed found the slower pace of of the pandemic, he has
lockdown beneficial. relished the time he has had to spend with his
Meanwhile, the reach of mental health treatment children, who are aged five to 12, “exercising, solving
is now far greater thanks to the adoption of digital math puzzles, writing poetry, trying to come up with
technologies. “Unquestionably we’re going to suffer cures for diseases …” He also has a son from an earlier
a tsunami of mental health issues as a result of the relationship, who is now in medical school. It was
pandemic, but in the long run I hope that accessibility only while writing the book that he realised how much
of mental health care will be greatly enhanced by the experience of being a father had infused his work.
what we’ve gone through. If there is a silver lining, He made the breakthroughs in optogenetics while
that might be it.” struggling with single fatherhood; he describes an
Deisseroth believes that another lesson we should early clinical encounter with a girl who had brain
learn is not to focus all of our scientific efforts on cancer as the inspiration for his work; and it so
narrowly defined goals – such as treating a particular happens that his wife, Michelle Monje, is now a
disease. “Our instinct is always to keep our funding specialist in brain cancer in children.
streams and our support efforts directly aligned with “All of these experiences are very charged with
those needs of the moment. The danger of that is, emotion, because of the things I was experiencing at
first of all, our understanding is so incomplete that the time. But I didn’t realise how tightly they were
that level of targeted effort usually won’t work. And linked to the challenges of single fatherhood and
we won’t make the enormous, transformative change the emotional storms that come with that until I
that upends everything.” Connections is, among other had written the book. I came to see how this was a
things, an argument in favour of the cross-pollination unifying theme in my life: the child that might be
of ideas and of scientific freedom – following science lost, the child that might be found.”
for the sake of science. The great leap forward of Indeed, optogenetics has helped bring about a
optogenetics rested on a 19th-century botanist’s deeper understanding of parenthood itself. “It really
notes on the light-sensitive algae he had found in does change you. That structure is there just waiting
a saline lake in Kenya – “and he was studying them for the switch to flip. It’s not a new connection that’s
because they were beautiful and for no other reason”, formed, it’s there, waiting to be activated.” When new
Deisseroth says. “One could never have predicted parents talk of being “rewired” or “reprogrammed”
that this would one day give us the ability to turn on after birth, they are being more accurate than they
and off cells in the brain and come to a causal under- realise. He points to the research of Catherine Dulac
standing of which connections and projections set up at Harvard, who has mapped out parenting circuits in
our motivational structures. And stories like that turn mice. “There is one connection that governs the drive
up again and again in science.” to find the young if they’re separated and another
Situated as he is in the heart of Silicon Valley, I that governs the drive to protect and care for the
wonder if it’s a source of frustration to him that so young. The overall state of parenting is assembled
many of the finest minds of his generation have from all of these various parts. That is just beautiful.
decided to train their intellectual capacity on selling That’s inspiring.”
online advertising for the tech giants – as opposed to Throughout the pandemic, Deisseroth has been
bettering the health of humankind. attempting to come up with a unified theory of the self
He gives a wry smile. “It is a little … disconcerting. by studying dissociative states. What truly excites him
You’ll see brilliant people from Stanford going into are the “big principles” of the brain. “Anything can
very high-powered jobs all focused on getting some have parts. The real magic is how the properties of
small fraction more clicks on some little piece of the system arise from the parts. We won’t get to a
advertising. I’ve spoken to some of them. They don’t truly deep understanding potentially for decades.
necessarily feel that good about it.” But we’ve at least set the stage. And we have to push
He is particularly concerned about the enormous it as far as we can” •
investments that Facebook and Google are now
making in brain science. “That is not altruistic. They Connections: A Story of Human Feeling is published
are not doing this for us. They are doing it for them. by Viking on Thursday.
Gordon Brown speaks “Most people would rightly his premiership, as the political and financial vultures
at Davos in 2009 regard as morally abhorrent were circling in readiness for austerity, he expresses
the proposition that a child his regrets:
born into the poorest 20% of a population should face
a risk of mortality twice as high as a child born into the I should have gone out of my way to explain what
richest 20%. Yet that is the reality of the world we now was happening before our eyes: how and why the
live in.” Such logic blasts its way through everything. financial collapse had started, what had gone
At times the core thesis can seem banal. The belief wrong, who was to blame … I should have shared the
that global problems need global solutions is scarcely poignant letters that had come to me from mothers
radical, though the book’s historic context – a global and fathers, sick with worry about where the next
pandemic, the threat of nationalism and protection- meal for their children would come from, and
ism, cooling Sino-American relations, the glimmer explained that the most important thing any leader
of hope offered by the Biden presidency – does make it had to do at this time of crisis was not to balance the
timely. There is perhaps a more nuanced thesis smug- books – as if I were a corporate chief accountant –
gled in concerning historical opportunities, though it’s but to save livelihoods and lives, as anyone with an
not clear how much Brown intends it. The institutions ounce of humanity would want to do.
that he seeks to build on are largely legacies of 1945,
when a global economic and humanitarian architec- Labour has never really recovered from this moment,
ture was developed to prevent the catastrophic conse- and UK politics is now dominated by the nationalisms
quences of nationalism. But the other historical crisis of England and Scotland. Does Brown feel somehow
he keeps returning to is the one that put him personally responsible for Brexit and the rise of Boris Johnson?
in the hot seat, and which briefly turned him into an Does he think the 2009 G20 summit in London or the
international hero: the financial crisis of 2008. While climate change summit in Copenhagen were missed
he clearly relishes the opportunity to roll out a few opportunities to avert President Trump or climate
insider anecdotes from that time, the more interesting catastrophe? He doesn’t say. The book is a blizzard of
aspect is the sense of regret that he clearly feels for not heady slogans, plans and statistics. But it also betrays a
having exploited the crisis more vigorously to push for kind of vulnerability that “world leaders” rarely reveal,
international reforms, and for not being more aware of a restless search for answers and reassurances that
of how damaging globalisation had already been. The continues long after one has lost the power to act on
subplot of Seven Ways is of a man looking back on his them. Brown’s moral keel was always constituted
career, wishing he’d had it in him to make of 2008 partly by self-doubt, or at least self-questioning. It’s
what the allies made of 1945. a shame his successor lacks the same quality.
Late on in the book, Brown becomes possessed by
this esprit de l’escalier. Reflecting on the final year of To buy a copy for £21.25 go to guardianbookshop.com.
{ Society } London labour, sandwich. There are as many soup kitchens and
shelters as ever.
160 years on – vivid stories from What made Mayhew’s work so viscerally thrilling
was the way he let his subjects tell their stories in
the streets offer a modern take their own words. Rather than cutting and pasting
on Mayhew’s revelatory study a few choice phrases to give colour and punch to his
research and statistics, he simply let them say their
Kathryn Hughes piece, complete with pauses, stumbles, repetitions
and non sequiturs. The effect was vivid and immed-
iate and has since become the standard way that oral
In 1861 the journalist Henry historians present their work.
Mayhew completed London Given the way that Kavanagh emphasises how
Labour and the London Poor, her text is in constant conversation with Mayhew’s,
a sprawling, four-volume you might imagine that she models her methodology
account of life on the streets on his, sidling up to street cleaners and sex workers
and on the skids. Here, for and handing them the metaphorical microphone.
the first time, was first- But, of course, Mayhew’s methodology – if you can
Let Me Take person testimony from call it something so fancy – would be deemed deeply
You by the Hand: the kind of people who unethical today. Before Kavanagh can interview
True Tales from were usually nothing more Robert, the homeless painter and decorator from
London’s Streets than a smudge on Victorian Hungary, or Aisha, who sells mattresses in White-
by Jennifer Kavanagh, England’s field of vision: chapel, she has to get them to sign a consent form,
Little, Brown, £8.99 street-sweepers and shit- a cumbersome document that requires them to give
collectors; sellers of wilted their name and address. No wonder so many of the
fruit, rotten fish and children’s bodies; beggars and people she approaches seize up at this point, or just
beadles. Reviewing it, William Makepeace Thackeray scarper, such as the Albanian peanut seller in front of
called Mayhew’s masterpiece “a terror of tale and the British Library who, she finds out later, hasn’t got
wonder”. Charles Dickens, famously, used Mayhew’s the requisite licence. Even if they have an address,
database of voices and experiences as a source book people are unlikely to divulge it to the chatty middle-
for peopling the odd, dark corners of his novels. class woman with the bright smile who might easily
At the end of 2018 Jennifer Kavanagh set out to be an undercover spy from Immigration or Benefits.
do a Mayhew for our own broken times. With The £10 payment she offers for their time smells
notebook and recorder in hand, she has tramped her like bait.
native city, talking to the men and women who live Notwithstanding the fact that Kavanagh is bound
and work on its streets. What is at once striking is to work within a modern ethical framework, she
how little has changed in the intervening 160 years. manages to access some compelling stories. There
There are still street sweepers, fruit sellers and is Caval, who works as a living statue during the
even beadles (private security guards by another day and for Amazon by night. He is trying to make
name). Many people are dependent on an economy enough money so that he can go back to Romania and
of salvaging and repurposing. At night, as lucky take up his architectural studies. What is even more
Londoners head for their beds, thousands of others troubling is the number of people with steady office
make do with the pavement. Food is still the kind jobs who are nonetheless obliged to wait tables or
that you can hold in your fingers and eat with busk in order to pay their basic living costs. There are
minimal cutlery, but instead of trotters and hot homeless people who run market stalls, professional
potatoes it’s more likely to be a late-in-the-day drivers who do car boot sales, graphic artists who
draw caricatures for the tourist market. No one in
this obsessively productive landscape is allowed to
be anything other than on the go, all the time.
Kavanagh’s own writing is no match either for
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{ History } A Belgian Antarctic shared purpose, sets off in the doughty Belgica and
it’s not long before things start going wrong. A booze-
expedition offers mutiny, fuelled mutiny is narrowly averted and the ship runs
aground before they have even put the tip of South
danger and a young Roald America behind them. Displaying the calm decision-
Amundsen’s verdict on raw seal making of a leader under pressure, De Gerlache bursts
into tears. Not for the last time, the Belgica proves
Geoff Dyer resilient beyond expectations and they get clear,
moving on to greater, undefined dangers. A crew
member is swept overboard in a storm. They head
While the launch of certain into a world of alien and constantly changing beauty.
books was postponed As the journey gets stranger the leader’s log for this
because of lockdown, Julian period becomes “a chronicle of slow but inexorable
Sancton and his publishers constriction”. The days shorten and soon turn into
might have been tempted to endless night. And then they are stuck, with no choice
go in the opposite direction: but to wait for the sun to return and the ice to free the
bringing forward the release Belgica from its grip. Or to tighten it, and shatter their
Madhouse at the of Madhouse at the End of the fragile refuge. Meanwhile the grim ordeal of surviving
End of the Earth: Earth on the grounds that it in a place utterly hostile to human life takes its toll.
The Belgica’s was the ultimate lockdown They have plenty of canned food and alcohol and at
Journey into the read. Or maybe now is the first everyone keeps busy, especially the pair to whom
Dark Antarctic Night perfect time to publish it as, we were introduced at Leavenworth, the American
by Julian Sancton, venturing gingerly out again, doctor Frederick Cook and the Norwegian Roald
WH Allen, £20 we find ourselves succumb- Amundsen. Cook had spent time among the Inuit in
ing to lockdown nostalgia. the Arctic and realised the importance of learning from
For an account of a Belgian expedition to Antarc- them. He noticed they did not suffer from the scurvy
tica it opens, unexpectedly, in Leavenworth, Kansas, that afflicted his team here, at the other end of the
where an unnamed doctor is serving a prison sentence world, and his solution is a diet of raw penguin and seal
for fraud. In 1926 he receives a visitor, “one of the meat. Those who adapt to this unpalatable necessity
greatest explorers the world had ever known”, and rally; those who don’t sink towards death. At one point
they recall events from the deep polar night, almost Cook and Amundsen are seen “sucking warm blood”
three decades earlier, when they had formed a life- from a slaughtered seal. “Delicious,” is the verdict of
determining friendship. Amundsen, who takes note of every detail, amassing
The expedition had been led by Adrien de Gerlache the skills and knowledge that will enable him to beat
de Gomery with the intention of finding the magnetic Captain Robert Scott to the south pole in 1911.
south pole. Belgium was then fully engaged in what De Gerlache, a leader of flickering competence, is
Conrad would call the “vilest scramble for loot that prone to lyricism. The splendour of the icescape is
ever disfigured the history of human conscience and such that even the austerely pragmatic Amundsen
geographical exploration” in the tropics of the Congo. yields occasionally to a sense of the sublime; more
The country’s lack of any tradition of polar exploration typically, having managed a near-death escape, he
lent an allure to De Gerlache’s undertaking, however writes: “I will not allow my plan to spend the winter
it also made it difficult for him to raise funds or find on an iceberg to be influenced by this.”
personnel. He ended up recruiting a ramshackle, Sancton’s own prose serves the reader well as he
multinational team of scientists and sailors: essentially negotiates a path through what must have been a sub-
anyone who was ambitious, up for adventure or lacked merged mass of documents.
more tempting offers. Before the frost Except for odd moments –
The team, defined by a lack of national unity or The Belgica in 1898 when the explorers pass a
night in an igloo “shooting
the breeze” we are suddenly wrenched into a ling-
uistically inappropriate future – he coaxes his material
into a watertight narrative. One member of the crew
goes mad, the rest are exhausted, enervated, listless,
forced to reassert themselves against their captivity
when the sun reappears and the slow thaw brings hope
and a new set of dangers. We’ll leave them there, two-
thirds of the way through this utterly enthralling book.
Some of them, we know, will survive – and we also
know that by 1926 Cook will be locked up in Kansas.
How on earth, we wonder, does he wind up there?
{ Memoir } From a pillow fight her mother. She once won a prize at nursery school
for being able to roll up into the smallest ball – “but
with Prince to ripping up a my teacher never knew why I could do it so well”. She
rarely went to school and would steal compulsively:
picture of the pope, the singer “If a thing ain’t nailed down, I’m stealing it.” She picked
has always done things her way up the habit from her mother, who would take money
from the collection plate at mass rather than putting
Fiona Sturges it in. Later, she and her mum would steal from charity
tins. Full of guilt, O’Connor went to see her local priest
who made her promise to give the money back when
As a young woman starting she got a job, and that way she’d be square with God
out in music, Sinéad (she was true to her word, giving her LA home to the
O’Connor rarely did what Red Cross). She eventually left home to live with her
she was told. When Nigel father after her mother locked her and her siblings out
Grainge, an executive at in the garden all night. She later recalls being sent to
her label, asked her to stop a convent boarding school, where a nun bought her
wearing her hair short and a guitar and a book of Bob Dylan songs, and
Rememberings dress more like a girl, she encouraged her to sing.
by Sinéad O’Connor, went straight out and got There are stories from the height of her success,
Penguin, £20 her head shaved. While too, most of them underlining the hollowness of the
recording her first album, experience. She is summoned to visit Prince, whom
she discovered she was pregnant, prompting Grainge she brilliantly calls “Ol’ Fluffy Cuffs”, and who treats
to phone her doctor and tell him to warn her against her atrociously. He tells her off for swearing, demands
having a baby. The doctor duly told her that women that she eat soup even though she has declined it
shouldn’t take babies on tour but neither should and insists on a pillow fight. It turns out his pillow
they go on tour without them. O’Connor ignored has something solid in it: “He ain’t playing at all.”
them both and had her son anyway. In the book’s foreword, O’Connor says that before
Then, in 1992, during a performance on Saturday she ripped up the picture of the pope, she never
Night Live, she ripped up a picture of Pope John Paul II, had the chance to find herself. “But I think you’ll
and blew up her career. She knew exactly what she was see in this book a girl
doing. “Everyone wants a pop star, see?” she writes. who does find herself,”
“But I am a protest singer. I just had stuff to get off my she writes, “not by
chest. I had no desire for fame.” success in the music
Rememberings, then, is a tremendous catalogue of industry but by taking
female misbehaviour. Music memoirs tend to follow the opportunity to
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similar trajectories of ambition, success and depravity sensibly and truly lose
followed by regret and redemption. But O’Connor her marbles. The thing
doesn’t do regret, and redemption isn’t required – at being that after losing
least not by her. “I define success by whether I keep them, one finds them
the contract I made with the Holy Spirit before I made and plays the game
one with the music business,” she explains. “I never better.” While her
signed anything that said I would be a good girl.” Sinéad O’Connor childhood and rise
The writing is spare and conversational, and A protest singer ‘with to fame provide rich
reveals O’Connor as self-deprecating, pragmatic and no desire for fame’ material, O’Connor,
a sharp observer. She is funny, too. During a tour of who is 54, says she can’t
America in 1990, there was an outcry after it was remember much of the past 20 years, “because I
reported she had demanded “The Star-Spangled wasn’t really present until six months ago”.
Banner” not be played before her gigs. MC Hammer As such, the final chapters, which sprint through
made a big show of buying her a first-class plane her marriages, children, a traumatic hysterectomy
ticket back to Ireland, while Frank Sinatra said she and spells in mental institutions, are episodic. But
should have her arse kicked. People began steam- they remain, like the rest of her book, full of heart,
rollering her albums outside her record company humour and remarkable generosity. The postscript
HQ in New York. “Intensely angry old people (with comes in the form of a letter to her father. “Please
pointy noses) operating the steamrollers,” she hoots. know that your daughter would have been as nutty
In the end, O’Connor put on a wig and sunglasses and as a fuckin’ fruitcake and as crazy as a loon even if
joined the throng. When a news crew turned up, she she’d had Saint Joseph and the Virgin Mary for
gave an interview pretending to be from Saratoga. parents and grown up in the Little House on the
“They ran it later on the news, with the caption Is Prairie,” she tells him. “So don’t be kicking the walls
that her? Running and re-running the foota4ge of my unless it’s just for fun.”
‘interview’. Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
As a child, O’Connor endured fierce beatings from To buy a copy for £17 go to guardianbookshop.com.
him with sugary mint tea, gives him money for a taxi
Fiction and realises she is hopelessly infatuated. He was half
her age and she’d “never seen anyone more beautiful”.
In “The King of Castelldefels” former jazz musician
Nacho wakes up in a garden he doesn’t recognise, with
a hangover. “Everything’s floating, flowing. Brain,
skin, lawn – it’s all the same.” Via a series of weirdly
Three linked novellas plausible events, he is asked to give English lessons to
Barcelona’s Brazilian soccer star Ronaldinho. While
offer an unearthly, magical their unlikely arrangement intriguingly colours the
surface of the story, the reader is increasingly caught
view of a city in all its up in a dark undertow evinced by glimpses of Nacho’s
beauty and its shadows first marriage, his relationship with his much younger
girlfriend and her son, and his recollections of shared
Nicholas Wroe addictions with an old flame from his touring days.
It is a rare prosaic clunk of exposition when the
reader is informed that Ronnie, as Nacho is soon
At first sight Barcelona calling him, had scored “26 goals in all competitions,
Dreaming, three linked including two against our bitter rivals, Real Madrid”.
novellas billed as Rupert But his presence as a ubiquitous celebrity is artfully
Thomson’s love letter to the deployed, as Thomson lays down intricate layers of
city, appears a somewhat connection between stories, characters and locations.
conventional excursion We first spot him smiling down from a huge billboard
for the author. His last few advertising gum in Amy’s story, and then her daughter
Barcelona Dreaming novels have featured a maker notices him out jogging. Amy’s friend Montse also
by Rupert Thomson, of waxwork depictions of turns out to be Nacho’s first wife. And Montse and her
Corsair, £16.99 plague victims in renais- new husband are close to Jordi, a translator of literary
sance Florence (Secrecy), fiction in the final story, “The Carpenter of Montjuïc”,
the voice of a frozen embryo (Katherine Carlyle), whose entanglement with a shady British businessman
lesbian artists in the golden age of surrealism (Never unhelpfully impinges on his long, and unrequited,
Anyone But You) and vampires (NVK, written under love for a woman he had known since schooldays.
the unimprovable pen name of Temple Drake). But Thomson has always been good at assembling dis-
although he plainly adores the place, it should come as crete worlds invested with a touch of the unearthly.
no surprise that a Thomson love letter is not so much a Here there is a hint of fable, with a slightly skewed
starry-eyed document as something sharper, stranger, reality reflecting the dreams, delusions and often
more unsettling and, ultimately, more revelatory. fraught emotions on display. The giant in the title of
For Thomson’s inhabitants of the city – and in a Amy’s story actually materialises; a chest of drawers
way for the city itself – much hinges on the lingering made of Russian birch “cut by the light of a full moon”
implications of old emotions, relationships and exerts a strange pull; Nacho’s perception of the world
actions. Wounds stubbornly refuse to close, whether moves woozily in and out of focus.
from love affairs gone wrong or love affairs that never Yet there is also a hard clarity in the way light and
were. Crises present themselves or are engineered. shade, rough and smooth coexist. Yes, there is tender-
In the opening story, “The Giant of Sarrià”, we meet ness, and much sex, whether
divorced British expat Amy, who one evening hears La Rambla hurriedly in a house under con-
someone crying in the car park beneath her apartment. Thomson lived struction or on a carpet of warm
There she finds a young Moroccan sex worker, Abdel, in Barcelona in pine needles in a forest clearing.
whom we later learn has been raped. Amy comforts the mid 2000s But violent relationships, mostly
off stage, also cast their shadows.
Thomson’s Barcelona is similarly defiant in its insis-
tence on complexity. He lived in the city in the mid 00s,
around the time the stories are set, and one assumes
he is of a mind with Amy when she explains why she
decided to stay on after her divorce: the beaches and
the mountains and the bars; “the quality of light first
thing in the morning” and so on. But there is more to
it. Thomson is also entranced by dusty forecourts, the
cement factory just out of town, the view at night from
the Ronda bridge of the six lane coastal highway, the
smell of “exhaust fumes mingled with frangipani”.
A virtuosic debut about a black that slakes modern Britain’s craving to see itself as
colour-blind, but leaves her steeped in numbness, an
woman preparing for a party observer rather than a participant. “I have everything,”
she declares, even as her narration slices surgically
examines the disorienting through the notion that there’s any value in what she
experience of assimilation has. Her experiences at her high-flying City job waver
between outright assaults and insidious microaggres-
Sara Collins sions. A colleague grabs her shoulders and presses
“his open mouth on her face”. She feels “the spray of
[her] co-worker’s indignation as he speak-shouts his
Here is a short sharp shock thoughts re affirmative action. Fucking quotas.”
of a novel about the kind There is no escape. Not in the world and nor by
of person the government’s going inward, where “the ugly machinery that grinds
recent commission on race beneath all achievement” is laid bare. In the aftermath
would have wanted to of a cancer diagnosis, she undergoes “an untethering
profile in their report. of self from experience”. By the time she arrives at her
Natasha Brown’s virtuosic white boyfriend’s family estate for the party in ques-
Assembly debut follows a British tion, where his parents – 21st-century stand-ins for
by Natasha Brown, woman who is preparing to Clarissa and Richard Dalloway – are “all smiles, close
Hamish Hamilton, attend a party, and who is and welcoming”, she has also arrived at this epiphany:
£12.99 musing about her life and “I don’t want to be part of it. I want to grab at it, grab
her place in the world as its face and pull open its mouth, prise its jaws apart
she does. Comparisons with Mrs Dalloway would and reach down, in, deeper. Touch what’s inside.”
be neither unwarranted nor, I suspect, unwelcome. This rejection is stunning for being both alienated
Assembly fulfils, with exquisite precision, Virginia and alienating, and seems to be directed not only at
Woolf ’s exhortation to “record the atoms as they fall the social milieu she has found herself in, but also at
upon the mind in the order in which they fall”, even modern Britain, where “their culture becomes parody
though Brown has restricted herself to an astonish- on my body”. It expresses, fiercely yet meticulously,
ingly small quota of words in doing so. To say that the impossibility of ever touching “what’s inside”.
Assembly is slight would be an understatement: not Her pained awareness of
only is it barely even novella-sized, it is also organised her own code-switching
into vignettes, so that its already meagre portion of – the “transformation of
language is threaded through what seems compara- style, mannerisms, lightly
tively like acres of space. The effect is to require affected City vernacular” –
readers to supply the connective tissue necessary to calls to mind Frantz Fanon’s
turn it into narrative – text that is sparse on the page work on the psychic ruptures
expands on consumption; it swells like a sponge in caused by the experience
the mind. of being colonised, or WE
There seems to be a growing appetite for books like Dubois’s idea of double
this, as if literature is mutating to fit attention spans consciousness. Assembly
stunted by social media, producing prose we can Atomising language is the kind of novel we
ingest in spurts and digest at leisure such as Jenny and thought might have got if Woolf had
Offill’s Weather and Patricia Lockwood’s No One Is Natasha Brown collaborated with Fanon,
Talking About This. Yet even though it has obvious except that I don’t think
predecessors, Assembly feels achingly unique as it either ever reined in their sentences the way Brown
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documents the experience of assimilation though does here, atomising language as well as thought.
the point of view of a well-to-do black British woman. This means that when occasionally a single word
Where Woolf needed dual perspectives, shifting from slides away from its expected usage – for example,
Mrs Dalloway to the shell-shocked Septimus Smith a man opens a drinks cabinet and “reaches, spidery,
to achieve her goal of adumbrating “the world seen into the rows of glasses and bottles”, or a train is
by the sane and the insane, side by side”, Brown described as “tearing” people together – it introduces
plunges us into a single consciousness that is being a degree of instability into the equipoise, reminding us
forced to split. In doing so, she pinpoints how being that our narrator is charting her own disintegration:
black in modern Britain involves a disorienting “A physical destruction now, to match the mental.”
simultaneity Woolf couldn’t have imagined – being Brown nudges us, with this merging of form and
cleaved mercilessly between the sane world and the content, towards an expression of the inexpressible
insane world, at once. – towards feeling rather than thought, as if we are
The narrator’s educational achievements and navigating the collapsing boundaries between
lucrative career embody the kind of success story the narrator’s consciousness and our own.
about – as she deadpans – “hard work, pulling up
laces, rolling up shirtsleeves, and forcing yourself” To buy a copy for £11.04 go to guardianbookshop.com.
Reimagining the extraordinary of ambition. “He had begun to feel the first stirrings
of it,” Lee writes, “the longing to transform himself
life and death of a visionary into someone new, that special American itch for the
future which, even now, so often afflicts the young.”
dreamer who determined the In the next decade Green will unmake and remake
shape of modern-day New York himself, including a burnishing year in the sugarcane
plantations of Trinidad, which will fill his pockets but
Beejay Silcox shake loose his certainties. “He loses his understand-
ing of the word free, for the newly freed still seem
enslaved in all but name.”
In a quiet corner of New Green will also meet the effusive Samuel Tilden,
York’s Central Park, there is unabashed dreamer and future presidential candi-
a stone bench streaked with date. Tilden and Green will spend the rest of their
bird droppings. It’s an unas- lives working to shape New York into the city they
suming memorial for the believe it can be. Theirs is a love story wrought in
“Father of Greater New steel, stone and silence; chaste and ever-yearning.
York” – Andrew Haswell The Great Mistake is pure literary comfort food: yet
The Great Mistake Green (1820-1903), a man another tale of gilded age New York, pitiless and gor-
by Jonathan Lee, the clamorous, roiling city geous; yet another scrappy, self-made man thrusting
Granta, £14.99 has largely forgotten. It was his way up through the social strata; yet another peer
AH Green, a lawyer and into the brothels and seedy backrooms; yet another
civic powerhouse, who championed the creation heart-hardened cop teetering on the edge; yet
of Central Park, and the five-borough infrastructure another contemplation of the fickleness of history,
that gave New York its modern shape. No legacy is and the grand precarity of reputation. Paradoxically,
immune from pigeon poo. it makes for quite the risk; it’s difficult to distinguish
At the time, the borough plan – a consolidation yourself in the bustle. The lure of the New York novel
of a dozen satellite towns into a single megacity – seems much like the lure of New York. “It was a cathe-
was reviled as much it was celebrated, publicly dral of possibilities,” Green thinks of his city, “it
denounced in 1898 as “The Great Mistake”. Jonathan might remember him or it might forget him.”
Lee’s novelisation of Green’s life, written in the Much like its visionary hero, The Great Mistake
south-east borough of Brooklyn, steals its title from feels quietly but intently ambitious, and similarly
this historical outrage; a tale of blunders, bad luck driven by the quest for a kind of tidy beauty. Lee’s
and fateful misunderstandings. prose is so carefully wrought
“How do we picture the past?” the British writer This is not a novel it often wanders into aphor-
asks, when the present brings much-needed context of grand deeds, ism. Green’s soul-shaking
but the past is ever-receding. Fiction can collapse the but of grand year in Trinidad is described
space between the two – conjure the past with the with gauzy, vague beauty,
imagination,
tools of the present. This is what Lee does, with a but the fate of Green’s black
great deal of care and wit, in his fourth book. The
a novel that assailant, Cornelius
Great Mistake is not a novel of grand deeds, but of wonders how a Williams, unfolds in the
grand imagination, a novel that wonders how a mind mind like Green’s margins – it’s all too ugly.
like Green’s came into being. came into being “There are always at least
When the intensely private Mr Green is gunned two histories happening,”
down in the street outside his home at the age of 83, Lee writes, “the inner and
rumours swirl: “Was it a crime of passion, or a poli- the outer, the private in the
tical assassination, or some kind of great mistake?” public.” It is in imagining the
Inspector McClusky is assigned to the case: a barrel- bruises and longings of Green’s private history that The
chested, heavy-footed fellow who’s worn himself Great Mistake feels entirely its own. It is not an
a little existentially thin, like so many literary antidote, but a humane correction to the impene-
detectives before him. trable, stone-chiselled histories of impenetrable
The Great Mistake skips between McClusky’s stone-chiselled men.
fidgety investigation and Green’s formative years. Central Park, Lee explains, is a “careful fraudu-
Young Andrew is banished to New York at 15 to earn lence”. The waterways, the rocky outcrops, the
his keep, and to have the dreamy wonder knocked wooded glens: all manmade. Landscaping the park
out of him. “His family feared he might one day required more gunpowder than the battle of Gettys-
succumb to the catastrophe of being a poet,” Lee burg. But none of that artifice matters once you’re
jests. That’s not all they’re afraid of, and Green will walking there; you’re too grateful for the sheer glorious
carry the weight of their unvoiced shame for the rest fact of it. The Great Mistake is the literary equivalent of
of his life. (Potted biographies still refer to Green as a that too-cultivated wilderness. Go wander awhile.
“confirmed bachelor” – that tired old code.)
Green arrives in New York nursing a tenacious case To buy a copy for £13.04 go to guardianbookshop.com.
W
hen Meg Mason took herself which looks set to be filmed by the company behind
off to her shed to write her the Oscar winners Birdman and 12 Years a Slave. To
third book, a certain prag- adapt the well-worn anecdote of the waiter delivering
matic confidence accompan- champagne to George Best, where did it all go wrong?
ied her. After all, she knew It was the going wrong, Mason explains to me via
she could do it: there on her Zoom from Christchurch, New Zealand, where she’s
shelves were her memoir visiting family for the first time since the start of the
of having children in her 20s, Say It Again in a Nice pandemic, that started her on the road to things
Voice, and her 2017 novel You Be Mother. The New going right. Chiefly, it allowed her to feel her way into
Zealander, now 43, had built up a career in journal- the character of Martha who, we learn at the
ism in the UK and Australia, where she lives, writing beginning of Sorrow and Bliss, has just turned 40 and
for outlets such as the Times, Vogue and the New just split up with Patrick, her husband of eight years.
Yorker, and felt comfortable with discipline and But from those opening paragraphs, we are aware
deadlines. If she sat there for a year, she figured, that there is more going on than the end of a
something “at least as good” as her previous work relationship: “An observer to my marriage would
would emerge. think I have made no effort to be a good or better
It did not, not even when there were 85,000 words wife. Or, seeing me that night, that I must have set
of it. And it wasn’t just that the “untitled Christmas out to be this way and achieved it after years of
novel” wasn’t coming together as she’d hoped, it was concentrated effort. They could not tell that for most
that “it was dreadful, it was awful, and I knew it, and I of my adult life and all of my marriage I have been
didn’t stop”. It probably still exists somewhere in trying to become the opposite of myself.”
Gmail, she says now, but “I couldn’t open it with a The story that follows includes depictions of
gun to my head”. Her feeling at the end of that year intense and frequently painful family dynamics,
was overwhelmingly one of failure, of not “being most notably between Martha, her sister and their
equal” to the thing that she most wanted to do. mother; the long tail of parental loss and trans-
And yet here she is, ready to tell me about Sorrow generational trauma; the innumerable false starts
and Bliss, the novel that emerged from the wreckage; of a stalled career; and the emotional demands of
the novel that has amassed “must read” pre- both having and not having
publication quotes from Gillian Anderson and Ann Meg Mason children. But at the centre
Patchett, whose protagonist, Martha, has been Sorrow and Bliss was of it all stands the reality
compared to Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Fleabag, and a ‘post-hope project’ of Martha’s mental
illness, a condition that catapults her into in her mother, Celia, an alcohol-dependent sculptor
periods of intolerable sadness, epic self-destruction who has dealt with the demands of motherhood
and terrifying isolation. And, for much of the novel, largely by ignoring them, and Celia’s sister, Winsome,
it is an illness that is kept hidden not only from the who has married into extreme wealth and cannot
reader, but from Martha herself. Even when she is now bear any wrinkles in everyday life.
finally diagnosed, the narrative refers only to her Mason says she has a complicated relationship
condition with two dashes (“‘I wonder’,” a new with Say It Again in a Nice Voice, the memoir she
psychiatrist asks her, “‘has anyone ever mentioned published in 2012: “They say, never drive angry.
—— to you, Martha?’ I moved my hand and said no, I think never write angry is probably a good life
thank goodness”). lesson as well.” She had moved from New Zealand
Mason’s refusal to put a name to what ails Martha to Australia at 16, and on to London at 22, where she
becomes a defining feature of the novel. Why did stayed until the birth of her first child. She and her
she do it? In the aftermath of her disastrous first husband now live in Sydney with their two teenage
start, she explains, she had started writing again daughters. For years after her memoir came out, she
with no expectations: “It was a post-hope project. had to parry questions about her family life, and
It wasn’t for my publisher, I didn’t tell her I was particularly whether or not she regretted having
doing it. And I was truly and utterly convinced that children young. I ask whether she feels prepared for
no one would ever see it.” She describes feeling people to ask how much her own life is reflected in
“a bit drunk with it, because I didn’t care. It was Sorrow and Bliss?
like making this enormous meal from everything It is, she says, a work of imagination; she has not
you have in the fridge, with no recipe, just throwing experienced the same issues as Martha. But she is
it all in. It just doesn’t matter. And it was the last adamant that she wanted to explore the territory,
hurrah.” She didn’t even conceive of it as a novel arguing that the estimates
about mental health; that material, and the striking ‘They say, never of the proportion of people
and turbulent relationship between Martha and her drive angry. impacted by mental illness –
sister Ingrid entered, she says, almost “without I think never she mentions one in four –
conscious thought”. seem “ridiculously” low:
write angry
But when she did send it to her publisher, who “When I look around my
reassured her that it would definitely see the light
is probably group of friends and my
of day, she started to feel “anxious about the fact a good life family, I can’t see a person
that I’d essentially written a mental health novel by lesson as well’ who hasn’t been touched by
accident”. She worried about the interpolation of it in some way.”
extremely harrowing material with high comedy, She’s thrilled with the
and about the way that she’d amalgamated bits and idea of the film adaptation,
pieces of real conditions to make a sort of composite she says, but she’s staying
portrait of mental disintegration; she was concerned well out of it, feeling that
about readers, especially vulnerable ones, following her presence wouldn’t be useful. Sorrow and Bliss is
too closely some of Martha’s decisions and behav- set in London and Oxford – an interesting choice for
iours. “I felt such a burden of responsibility to any someone who hasn’t lived in the UK for a long time.
reader for whom that’s a real and daily battle. To “I’m hugely sentimental about London,” she says.
them I’m just a novelist in a shed having, in inverted “In my mind, it looks like a Working Title film at this
commas, fun with it.” Around this time, she even point, even though I remember it being, particularly
suggested to her publisher that she might put it out where I was, a little bit rough. But I think there are
anonymously, or at the very least without her own things about the novel intrinsic to it, that can’t work
biography, photograph or acknowledgements. “I anywhere else.” She asked British friends to read the
wanted it to be allowed to exist on its own without manuscript closely for inaccuracies.
that author just dancing in at the end.” There is another novel in the works: “But what
A compromise was reached in the form of those I’m doing is I’m sort of checking every day that I
dashes, that redacted condition, a creative decision should still be going on with it. And I’m not doing
that, as she wanted, worked to serve a broader the same thing I did before, which is just to press
ambition: “It’s not the schizophrenia book, the on. So what I’ve learned out of Sorrow and Bliss,
bipolar book, the borderline personality book, it’s a even if it’s difficult, it shouldn’t be that difficult.
book about what it feels like to have X or to look after And if you’re not finding it interesting, no one else
someone with X and what it does to the extended is going to find it interesting.” Assuming that she
family and the marriage.” It also allowed her to reflect doesn’t have to junk it all, how does she think things
on situations that commonly exist beyond mental will pan out? She laughs. “It’s so tricky to work out
illness as well as within it, including the way that how to simulate that sense of privacy that I had
women are treated by the health system, and that before, which is what made the novel basically
families create intractable roles and scripts for one successful in the end. It’s much harder this time
another. Sorrow and Bliss is Martha’s story, but also to convince myself no one’s going to see it, because
an ensemble piece, creating wonderful characters I think they might” •
Melissa Harrison
loved as a child: the 1942 Carnegie
medal-winning The Little Grey
Men, by the naturalist, illustrator
and sportsman Denys Watkins-
Pitchford, who wrote under the
From Watership Down to name BB. The charge it carried felt electric, and even
opening the cover felt risky; I braced myself in case
its magic had faded in the 40 years since it had been
The Animals of Farthing read to me at bedtime.
The Little Grey Men was published during the
Wood … leading authors misery of the second world war, with destruction
all around and a sense – familiar to us today – of a
discuss the children’s world in terminal decline. I remembered it as an
utterly luminous evocation of spring, summer and
books that inspired autumn in the countryside, seen through the eyes of
the very last gnomes in Britain: “honest-to-goodness
them to write about gnomes, none of your baby, fairy-book tinsel stuff,
and they live by hunting and fishing like the animals
the natural world and birds, which is only proper and right,” as BB
wrote. As a child I loved that businesslike tone, with
its flattering dismissal of other, “babyish” stories;
I loved BB’s illustrations, the precise and detailed
rendering of the natural history in the book, and
most of all the feeling it gave me of a secret world
Branching out
Kingfishers in
Robert Macfarlane
and Jackie Morris’s
The Lost Words
JACKIE MORRIS
buzzards scrim their nests with fresh beech leaves, indelible impression on generations of children.
as the young leaves contain a natural insecticide – Mary Colwell, the author of Beak, Tooth and Claw:
are with me still.” Living with Predators in Britain, is a conservationist
I fell in love with Tarka the Otter when I was too and the campaigner behind the growing call for a
young to know anything about its author’s postwar natural history GCSE. “I felt grown up,” she says.
PTSD, or his later fascism – as did the farmer and “I had a different demeanour reading them than I
bestselling author of The Shepherd’s Life and English did with books that were obviously for children.
Pastoral, James Rebanks. “I was deeply affected by They awakened my serious mind. It was as though
the beauty of the pictures Henry Williamson painted everywhere there were little eyes, sharp teeth and
with words,” he says now, “and there was a radical fluttery wings – and they were in the same place as
aspect to its effect on me, because I was beginning I lived! I just had to look, and a cast of incredible
to realise that if nature was beautiful and literary, characters would be revealed.”
then who saw it more directly than me, a kid who David Lindo, an author, broadcaster and wildlife
worked in fields all day long?” Portals, as well as tool tour leader, was behind the poll to find Britain’s first
kits: nature stories can leave marks that change lives. national bird. Writing as the Urban Birder, he aims
Macfarlane makes the point that the books that via his books, campaigns and events to connect a
first open the door to nature need not be fiction at all: diverse range of people,
“What we might call ‘field guides’ can be a form of from beginners to experts,
imaginative literature, especially to a child’s mind. to nature in towns and cities
I still have, and still turn to, the Reader’s Digest all over the world. In his
Guides, which I bought with hoarded money and case, it was conservationist
book tokens, about one a year: their combination Gerald Durrell’s memoirs
of artwork, identifying ‘facts’ and a compressed that proved an early inspir-
poetry of description sharpened my eyes and fired ation: “As a child I wasn’t
my mind.” Helen Macdonald, author of H Is for Hawk, read to at night nor encour-
was also a fan of guide books: “They were full of aged to read fiction – but I
characters that I could learn to recognise and name, did indulge in factual litera-
and then, if I were lucky, strike out and see them ture,” he says. “Reading My
living in the real world around me,” she recalls. Family and Other Animals
Like me, she loved BB’s books, too: “I obsessed over really fuelled my future lust
Wild Lone, his biography of a fox; and Manka, the Sky Clockwise from for travel and discovery.”
Gypsy, about an albino pink-footed goose. I identified below: The 2018 There has never been a
with the animals in their pages, and rooted for them TV adaptation of shortage of books featuring
as they went through all manner of perils.” Watership Down; animals, of course – they
Not quite field guides, Ladybird’s classic and Beetle Boy; The are a staple of children’s
recently updated What to Look for … series, originally Ladybird Book publishing from board
illustrated by the great Charles Tunnicliffe, left an of Pond Life books on, and stretch all
the way back from Aesop
to Babar the Elephant and Peter Rabbit. But these
are often not the kind of nature books that inspire
children. They are simply “ourselves in fur”, as the
critic Margaret Blount put it.
One of the things we do to animals “is tame them”,
writes Clare Pollard in the brilliantly illuminating
cultural history Fierce Bad Rabbits: The Tales Behind
Children’s Picture Books. “We also tame children.
The similarity between these two processes does
much to explain how common animals have become
in picture books, especially farm animals or pets. We
make these creatures walk upright, like circus ponies.
We put Anubis in mittens and use him to teach three-
year-olds how to behave.”
She is right, of course: I may have enjoyed the
Babar books as a child, but it was stories about real
animals in their own habitats, such as the vividly
observed A Black Fox Running, that made me the
writer and nature lover I am today – and made me
want to inspire other children in turn •
Tom Gauld