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One is the Loneliest Number: Why Writers Need Each Other by Lynsey White

Posted By: Writers' Centre Norwich, 15 April 2015

Two years ago I was one of the lucky ones. The lovely folks at Writers’ Centre Norwich plucked my novel proposal from a fat pile of applications and, one chilly morning a month or so later, I found myself sharing tea and cake with nine like-minded souls: my fellow Escalator Literature winners.

We were already short story writers, and playwrights, and poets, with non-fiction under our belts, but we’d never, not one of us, written a novel before. There was only the tiniest shard of ice to be broken by then – tea and cake tends to get writers chatting – but round we all went, taking turns, quickly thawing that last shard of ice by describing our novels.

Describing them made them seem real. We went home with fires in our bellies and started to write.

And then… cue Chopin’s ‘Funeral March’, if you will.

Self-doubt, as Sylvia Plath wrote, is the enemy of creativity. You might feel a splash of self-doubt while you’re writing a poem, a story. But poems and stories are usually measured in days, or weeks, with the gem of your final draft to look forward to. Novels are written chin-deep in an ocean of doubt, and at times you’ll be sailing so far from the shoreline that doubt becomes certainty: your novel is the worst thing ever written since time immemorial. If anyone read it, they’d bellow with laughter. It ought to be pitched overboard, and you might as well jump in after it, into the wet dark of oblivion, because really you’re not a writer and you never were. You’re a fraud, a sham, a charlatan…

But, wait. What’s that? The thin hum of an engine, the paddling of oars, the warm sweep of a lighthouse beam. It’s the friends you made on Escalator, your fellow sailors, steering you back to shore with a hot cup of tea and a blanket; a large wedge of cake. ‘Me too,’ they say. ‘We know just how you feel. Join the club.’

A boatload of rescuing writers will never say: ‘Haven’t you finished that book yet?’ or ‘Just write the damn thing!’ or assign you the hash-tag #firstworldproblems for saying you’re lost, or stuck, or sinking. Writing isn’t rocket science, of course. It isn’t coal mining. But the shocking aloneness of sitting in front of a keyboard all day with your own brain for company needs to be countered with tea, cake, and community as often as possible.

That’s exactly what my time on Escalator gave me. And it’s why I’m launching Write Club at the Maddermarket Theatre: a space for writers, whether old or new, to meet, and write, and talk. There’ll be plenty of prompts to get you started, or time and space to keep going with something you’re writing already, whether prose or poetry. Tons of feedback, of course, and even more importantly there’ll be free tea and cake.

If you’re drifting, or drowning, or dipping a first shy toe in the ocean of writing, then why not come along and join us?

Write Club at the Maddermarket will run for eight weeks every Saturday morning, 11.30 to 1.30, from April 11th 2015.

More about Lynsey and sign up online go to the Maddermarket Theatre.

Biography
Lynsey White is a writer and teacher based in Norwich. Her short fiction has won the Bridport Prize and a Canongate Prize for New Writing. In 2013 she was one of WCN’s Escalator Literature writers, and has just completed her first novel with a grant from Arts Council England. She teaches creative writing for Norfolk County Council and the Norwich University of the Arts, and has recently joined the editorial board of The Lighthouse Literary Journal.

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The Civil War for Books: Where’s the Money Going? by Philip Gwyn Jones

Posted By: Writers' Centre Norwich, 14 April 2015

Philip Gwyn Jones' provocation on the civil war for books for our National Conversation event at the London Book Fair on 16th April. Do let us know your thoughts on this piece in the comments section below.

Over the course of the last few years, it has come to feel that we bookish types are stuck in our very own World War One re-enactment, in trench warfare over where the money lines are drawn. The skirmishes in the global book industry are internecine and unrelenting: the independent authors bombard the traditional publishers; the traditional authors bombard the literary festival directors; the traditional publishers bombard the retailers; academics denounce those who would defend copyright as traitors to the public good; and the retailers take the publishers to courts martial. With the new armaments of disruption and disintermediation whirring nicely, the ‘creative destruction’ of techno-capitalism is at full tilt in the business of writing. But who will taste defeat first? Will it be the publishers? Or the booksellers? Agents? Or, dread thought, might it be the writers? Mounted on my high horse, surveying the scene,  I fear it is another regiment on this clamorous battlefield which is most in peril. The Readers.

How can that be? The Reader has never had it so good. In the UK, the Reader has enjoyed a decade of improved access to ever cheaper books, more efficiently distributed and more elegantly designed than before. Entering the doors of one of our grander old-world bookshops, a handsome branch of Waterstones or the glorious new flagship Foyles or Blackwell’s in Edinburgh or Oxford, and surveying the lustrous array of beautifully packaged new titles, it would take a positively curmudgeonly, perverse book-lover not to bask on those sunlit uplands of choice and simply be thrilled to be alive at such a moment in British bookselling history. I am of course that pervert. Yes, I too have been lifted aloft by the sense that We Readers have never had it so good – that the profusion and the excellence and the value before us is unprecedented. And yet I find myself bumping back down to earth all too often. As with raising children, where every moment of joy has an elegiac cloud shadowing it – oh, this is a wondrous moment, but, lo, it is already passing  – so it feels that we are at the apex of British bookselling, and the only way now is Down.

Books are like stars. By the time they reach the New Titles shelves, their birth is a fact of the distant past. The books displayed at the front of today’s bookshop were created, contractually or cosmologically, in a big bang of acquisition two, three, ten years prior. So, there is something of an optical lag in place – in the space and time in between, there have been some interesting developments in the business. Yes there are still occasional new shooting stars, lighting up the firmament all of a sudden, a Jessie Burton or a Paula Hawkins, as there have always been. But increasingly rather large patches of the galaxy have gone black. Now, this is where the amateur publishing astronomer can only be speculative: deciding that something might have existed that isn’t readily apparent is mind-twisting work. And it’s hard to offer up the hard stones of evidence. But as a commissioning editor and publisher of some 25 years standing, I hope I have some authority to make the claim that certain stars are missing. They are just not being born. It seems to me that there is a universe of self-censorship out there, even if it is invisible to the naked eye. We’ve had perhaps five years now of good writers taking their next ambitious project to their agent who in turn excitably puts it in front of publishers only to be told that it’s perhaps a little too bold an idea for these austere and shape-shifting times, and might there not be a more reader-friendly project up the writer’s sleeve? The agent sheepishly reports this back to their beloved writer, who then either conforms to the market’s demands or slopes away to nurse their wounded ego, and think hard about the purposes and pleasures of writing. The next time that writer comes up with a bold, unorthodox, unprecedented notion for a book, what happens? Well, perhaps, just perhaps, they decide before they start in earnest that it’s a no-hoper and they ought to play safe, so they bin it without telling anyone. And another bright star never shines.

A big change in how The Reader finds their next book to read only exacerbates this development, even if it is not the primordial cause. Readers have always valued personal recommendation. Every book market research survey ever done has told us this. This is why the best bookstores always, in the end, return to the power of their booksellers’ advocacy – those bays festooned with Tim’s Reading Tips or Chloe’s Kids’ Books to Cherish. Now that two out of every three books in the UK are not bought at a till in a bookshop, it is how books rise to visibility online that matters. Metadata-driven discoverability, to use the jargon, is the key to modern book-buying. Online, if you are looking for a book about German grammar or Cantonese cookery or Filipino forestry, algorithms will lead you by the hand to your rightful destination in a nanosecond. If, however, you are just idly looking for your next novel to read, open to suggestion, then it is stumbling across a plausible recommendation that is crucial. And that works online in a very different way from Tim and Chloe’s methods of diffidently but passionately – and above all personally – persuading you to read this not that while you chat at the till with them. The happy few self-published authors who are making good money by skillfully and incessantly promoting their works online have long ago realized that generating talk around a book can be almost infinitely amplified in cyberspace to lucrative effect. Social reading is the coming thing, we are told, where our reading devices and apps will allow us to communicate with others who are reading the same book we are, share notes and queries with them, correct and conject, exult and excoriate together as if we online readers were round a digital dining table, and even involve the writer in that conversation if they are willing. But for such Social Reading to work, everyone has to be reading the same thing, so it tends to favour the popular, the shared, the already-known. Hence the ubiquity of Most Read and Most Liked lists. There is a lot of barked coercion out there in cyberspace. So the online sharing book economy will coalesce around, well, winners. But what happens to the losers: the unshared, the jagged, inimitable, harder-to-chat books? Lest I sound altogether too tweedy, I ought quickly to align myself with techno-utopian Clay Shirky, the Voltaire of the ebook revolution, who says ‘While I disapprove of what other people read, I will defend to the death their right to read it.’ I second that emotion. However, selfish reader that I am, it’s the kind of books I like to read most that I’m most worried about. Their authors are increasingly hard-up, feel unloved and unrewarded, and some of my acquaintance are even turning away from writing books altogether. ‘But, twas ever thus’, you cry. And you are of course at least half-right.

Many of the greatest writers struggled to earn enough in their lifetime; they had to do non-literary work to survive, or lean on others, or come into family wealth. It’s worth saying for the avoidance of a false historicity that writers have always been hovering at the threshold, cap in hand. And also that it can be in the tension between the contradictory urges to unleash creativity and to make money that culture is made.

But the facts are that, as of last summer, according to the most comprehensive survey we have of British professional writers, conducted once a decade by the Authors' Licensing and Collecting Society, less than 12% of British writers were able to earn a living wage from writing alone, down from 40% of those surveyed in 2005. Moreover, the median income of a professional writer in the UK has fallen to just £11K p.a. So, it’s fair to say it’s not the long-serving professional writer who is making all the headway in the struggle for economic security in the book industry. For many of them, with book contracts halving in average value over the last ten years, journalism tending to be unpaid, and no rise in state or philanthropic support for the literary arts in the UK, it is to teaching, and specifically the teaching of creative writing, that so many have turned for essential income to pay for their food, energy and shelter. They teach in order to write but often find teaching impedes their writing. And even with teaching income, very few are making significant sums of money.

So let’s look elsewhere for the cash, and get back to the ‘hysterical narcissists’ as good old Clay Shirky calls them: the big traditional corporate publishing houses. Last month, Hachette’s parent Lagardère announced its financials for 2014, a year during which their key US division had been at loggerheads for months with its biggest customer, Amazon, and that customer had strategically impeded Hachette’s sales by altering discounts and availability onsite. So, revenues were down a little on the previous year’s as were net profits, but those profits, at €197 million, remained a good sharp 10% of their overall publishing revenues of €2.04 billion. Meanwhile, the newlyweds at Penguin Random House managed to make profits of €363million, a margin of 13% in 2014, their first year under the marital roof. HarperCollins managed an identical profit margin in their 2014 accounts, and Simon & Schuster managed, yes, 13%. Spooky. When I was growing up as an editor in trade publishing, a house was perceived to have done exceptionally well if it made double-digit profitability in a given year. The biggest houses seem to have secured that golden performance year in year out of late. For the time being at least. Because of course this newer profitability is entirely underpinned by two key shifts: the higher profit margins on ebook sales over print book sales, which is in turn founded on the prevailing orthodox royalty rate of 25% of net receipts for authors on ebooks; and the immense profitability of their Amazon account – Amazon having eliminated returns and vastly reduced the cost of servicing that account for printed books and quite simply having created a whole new efficient book market – for ebooks – from scratch. So there's plenty of money to be made in corporate publishing at present. But how much longer the corporates can hold that 25% royalty line against the battering of the big guns of literary agenting is a major tactical question in the civil war for books. Likewise, Amazon’s repeated raids on publishers’ discounts, which see them attempting to seize ever more of the publishers’ most profitable territory, aren’t likely to cease anytime soon. Meanwhile, in another corner of the battlefield, that same large standing army lashes at itself with mace and broadsword, in order to avoid becoming profitable. 

It is one of the great mysteries of technocapitalism. Amazon, that most gnomic, inaccessible, efficient and omni-competent of businesses, the Wizard of Oz of the retail world, has for twenty years made very little money, in the specific sense that it makes proportionately tiny profits. And yet it is adored by Wall Street and the post-bubble new tech evangelists in the world of finance. It is not an old business, but it has been with us now for over two decades, and can just about be counted as mature on most peoples’ scales. So it is surprising that over the last five years, according to the figures on Reuters Markets database, despite in each of those years producing worldwide revenues in excess of US$30 billion p.a., rising most recently to US$88 billion, i.e. 88 thousand million dollars (always worth spinning that out, I find), its average annual profit margin across the period 2009—2014 is a whopping 0.64%. Less than 1%. Now admittedly that is less than 1% of a very large sum, so it’s still in absolute terms a handsome stack of cash. But it is not the kind of ratio that the Stock Exchange normally permits to go unchallenged for so long. Unless they are convinced that far, far greater profits lie ahead, which is what some analysts evidently believe – that Amazon’s data mining of all its customers’ buying habits, movements and preferences will permit them ever-more-targeted, ever-more-seductive marketing. They will know our desires before we do. In their current position, even more perplexing to financial half-wits like me, is the fact that with each of the last five years Amazon’s overall revenues have ascended steadily as their reach and range increases, from $34bn in sales in 2010, to 48 to 61 to 74 to $89bn in 2014, while their operating profits have declined inversely steadily, from $862m in 2011 to $178m last year.  Of course, if you earn less, one happy consequence is that you pay less tax – but that is a whole other conversation.

Meanwhile, back in the author’s study, the world bifurcates: there is the increasingly casino-like traditional publishing option, where the bets are big getting bigger, and the winners are big getting bigger too as are the losers. Or, for those not allowed to approach the corporates’ gaming tables, there is the option of being among the happy poor at the fringes who are just grateful to get published, thank’ee kindly guv’nor. This state of affairs of course permits, demands and accelerates the rise of crowd-funded publications and autonomous publications. So, a writer wanting to enter the fray can hire a gang of experienced mercenaries from among the vast pool of wise old former publishing professionals now swelling the ranks of the self-employed. These experts will help get an autonomous author’s typescript into its best shape. The author then puts on the self-publicist’s armour (and stays in it 24/7) and heads out to be their own battalion. Or an author can look to microsourcing, spreading the load of a publication’s start-up costs lightly across many shoulders via online crowdfunding sites, before, again, having to don the self-publicist’s armour and go into combat with rival writers for the attentions of The Reader. The swordplay starts on Twitter and Facebook, continues on GoodReads and YouTube, and climaxes on Amazon and then Google, where it will be indexed forever. It’s all about visibility, publicity, penetration, SEO. But there’s the rub, as while travelling assiduously through those six mighty digital kingdoms, the writer and their work will in passing give up for free their most precious attribute – at least as contemporary economics, and indeed The Stock Market, defines it – their metadata. And Facebook and Google and the rest will continue to slice tiny slivers of income off all those who cross their borders, while also amassing a passport profile of the passers-by that can be parceled up, sliced any which way, shuffled and sold and sold and sold again to all those who would profit from knowing consumer habits and movements. Now, the question of whether it is at all right that the data monopolist companies continue to amass ever greater wealth from their tracking of the desires and dreams of individual citizen-consumers amid the financialization of everyday life is beyond the precincts of this provocation, but how states and citizens choose to marshal or not to marshal the data companies is perhaps the second biggest issue of our time after the climate crisis. Were they cannier, the large publishing corporations would perhaps be more actively advocating that national governments and supra-national bodies like the EU intervene to protect consumers’ data or better still to give copyright control of that data back to those consumers, to The Reader. To be fair they do so in Germany  and France but fall short of doing so in the Anglo-Saxon world.

For, it all comes back to copyright, who controls the right to make copies, and the tension between creator and consumer. Increasingly the work that used to be copied for a cash price, the book itself, will become less commercially valuable than the details around its sales transaction – when it was done, where it was done, amongst what other activities, alongside what other purchases. As the cost of copying approaches absolute zero in the digital space, and the belief hardens that ‘sharing’ writing on the Internet by hyperlinking is not the theft it would be deemed to be were it to take place in print, our traditional copyright payment structure will come under ever greater pressure, and Publisher and Author book revenues may suffer further. Which is why the income to be had from live events might become crucial to writers. Readers increasingly want intimacy: access to writers, online and in person. They seek proximity, to share an experience with writers, conversation, observation, questioning, at literary festivals and at the new salons like Damian Barr’s, Pin Drop, Local Transport, Intelligence Squared et al, and beyond that in other initiatives where writers sell their unique wisdom in person rather on paper, to individuals or to institutions and companies. All this unprinted activity might come to displace the income from the books themselves as the major source of revenue for writers in the future. Some would argue that such a change favours the confident self-publicist rather than the better writer per se. I believe it favours those who have something substantial to say, which is no bad thing. 

Ultimately, the coming shift to Social Reading is liable to consign the traditional Publisher and many a writer to decline and defeat in the Civil War for Books... which of course saddens me. Economically it will be the Reader who is the prize, the territory to be captured, the Alsace-Lorraine or the Poland of the Civil War. Winning the Reader’s attention – and the natural monopolies of Google and Facebook will be far better at this than the publishers – then chopping that attention into tiny little morsels for never-ending re-sale and re-cycling seems, in a way that might even be beyond the imaginings of a Borges or a Ballard, likely to be the humming machinery at the heart of the twenty-first-century book business. Reader, you ain’t seen nothing yet: they will be all over your every move like a rash.


Philip Gwyn Jones is an editor, publisher, lecturer and commentator, and a Trustee of both English PEN and the Royal Literary Fund.

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One of our International Literature Showcase delegates reflects on 3 whirlwind days in Norwich.

Posted By: Writers' Centre Norwich, 25 March 2015




International Literature Showcase & other stories
Peggy Hughes, Programme Manager of Literary Dundee shares a Peggy-eye view of three days of literature...

To my delight I discovered, from Leslie Jamison’s The Empathy Exams on the train south, that the Spanish word encuentro ‘means something between “festival” and “conference”’. She continues: ‘there’s no word in English that does justice to encuentro. It coaxes the word for “story” (cuento) out of the word for “encounter” (encontrar) and hints at what will happen at this upheaval of debauchery and roundtables…’ I had been wondering what I would find at an International Literature Showcase, what it might look like, and encuentro comes close to explaining the inspiring people, thought-provoking discussions, the opportunity to be still and listen to world-class authors and startling debut voices read their work, the conversations and the conversations and the conversations, in the breaks, in the pub, between the cracks. Here are just a few of my favourite stories. 



Helen Macdonald and Jeanette Winterson who ‘fancied having a night about animals’; a perfect piece of programming. Mrs Winterson’s sage advice: ‘The trouble with a book is, you never know what's in it until it's too late'. A lunchtime dash to magisterial purveyors of tea and coffee, Wilkinsons of Norwich. Eimear McBride in general. Eimear McBride reading with her own voice from A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing in particular. Literature professionals surveying the overcast sky for the eclipse; literature professionals looking at the wrong side of the sky. Hannah Silva’s frankly astonishing Shlock!. A panel on digital literatures that fed my brain and a panel on building meaningful relationships with communities that fed my imagination. Ali Smith, always and forever. Palestinian delegate Sameh Khader saying 'Literature puts you outside yourself and allows you to look at yourself through other people's eyes'. Anna Selby suggesting that we had before us the makings of the Greatest World Book Club of all time. Intensive geek-in about books with Sam Ruddock. A last hurrah in Dragon Hall - a unique Grade 1 listed medieval trading hall, former butcher's, former brothel, once a pub, itself crammed to the beams with stories - bringing a triumphant #ILShowcase to a fitting conclusion right where Writers' Centre Norwich will soon make a bold new beginning. 
One chapter closes and another unfurls. 



The people I met are now part of my future chapters. When I’m oxter deep in spreadsheets and invoices, lugging chairs and tables, when deadlines are weighing on my head, I will imagine these people, friends, doing their inspiring things all over the world, and I’ll feel a glow again.  Scottish writer Kirsty Logan, during her panel touched upon the idea of feeling ‘too big or small in the world’. It’s easy to feel big in our own worlds, working within our own networks, in our cities, our countries. These wonderful days in Norwich City of Literature reminded us that the world is big and exciting and full of possibilities:  being with peers from all over the world doing wonderful, creative things, made me feel like a tiny cog whirring away in a magnificent machine. A festival hidden inside a conference, teeming with fantastic people and their stories that joins you to the world – that, I discovered, is what an #ILShowcase looks like. 



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A Wild Evening with Jeanette Winterson and Helen Macdonald

Posted By: Katy Carr, 21 March 2015

“I’m not going to be reading from Why Be Happy,” says Jeanette Winterson. “I can’t be doing with that. Instead, in honour of Helen, I’m going to be reading you a story about a dog.”

So begins our evening with Jeanette Winterson and Helen Macdonald at Norwich Playhouse, a sold-out event as part of the International Literature Showcase that brings row after row of excited faces and then an expectant hush as the house lights go down.

Winterson is an H is for Hawk fan – "if you haven’t read it, you’re in for a treat," she says. Macdonald smiles, settling back on the sofa, the rapport between the two writers clear as we relax into a conversational atmosphere, a discussion between two like-minded enthusiasts.



Winterson sips her whisky as the lecturn is removed, then stands up to read, pacing and gesticulating as she tells us a short tale about love and doggishness. “Dogs are on the side of life; they love life and they love you...” The story bounds along, is always just slightly ahead of us like the dog, pulling us on with insistent enthusiasm. Dogs make you say yes to life and “yes is chaos, no is control...” then “love is chaos because it is bigger than any of the boxes it came in.” 

The audience clearly adore the story, are an active part of its deceptively simple gamble through resistance, adoption and bounding love. There is silence when finally the dog does not come back, when the story takes us to the ultimate end. At the close Macdonald says that when she read it earlier in the day she was in floods of tears, saying also that this is a raw day, the eighth anniversary of her father’s death. "It’s a long time," says Helen. "Well not so long really," says Jeanette. We feel privileged to be witnessing this conversation, one of trust and openness, and so finely tuned, mirroring the precision of expression that is so effective and engaging in both writers’ work.

Helen and Jeanette talk about the non-human thing that comes into the room when you write – that takes over, the other. “Is it animal,” asks Jeanette? “It has more legs than a human.”Animals have always existed in culture as spirit guides, shamanic totems that can help us through. It’s because they’re so utterly different, they are not human, the two agree. Similarly there is a ruthlessness, a wildness in writing, says Jeanette. This thing, it is not tame, it ruptures writer and the world; it is wild, it has to be. That’s the power.



This otherness concerning animals is important. We can learn from them, says Helen – they can show us how to live if we let them. The Origin of Species shows it, how animals exist through interdependency, connectedness. How layered it is. Yes, we get these layers through reading too, and interdependency between people, connection, says Jeanette.

They discuss the zeitgeist’s move towards the wild and our untamed spaces, Jeanette saying that we need to connect to something wilder for our mental health. All around the evening, the overly tamed nature of our daily world circles, the desire to escape it, the need.

What’s important about the Goshawk is its utter difference says Helen. That it's not human. She talks about how animals are appropriated by humans for their features, how this is insidious. How the Goshawk was loved by the Nazis because it killed things weaker than itself.

Then Helen stands up and reads from H for a Hawk and we live her visceral fascination for Mabel’s daily existence, the escape into the bird of prey’s pursuits, feeling the brush of the earth and the stumble through land not adapted for humans.

Afterwards, Jeanette asks Helen about Mabel, about why Helen needed her. Helen tells of her lifelong fascination with hawks, but how she suddenly needed to escape fully into Mabel’s world after her father’s death, the release of it. "It’s important to connect to the wild we have left," says Helen. "And to learn from these other beings, these animals."

This is a theme, that continues when the house lights go up and questions are taken. A concern for our modern world and the way we are living. What we can do about it. Whether it’s too late. "Do we look to nature to acknowledge that we’re part of it," somebody asks? "Yes," says Jeanette, "I think we do – think of a world without hierarchy, imagine how it could be." The message is stark. "No planet, no people." These are worrying times.
 
We all have power, agree the writers, we mustn’t give up, there is plenty that all of us can do. Start about thinking about what you buy. Think about what you eat – the food on your plate is the most political thing you’ll deal in every day. Then empathy, back to that: once again the conversation restates – animals are not us, and that is what we look for in them perhaps; we are looking to value difference.

Writers’ Centre Norwich’s Chris Gribble walks slowly out of the wings. “Here comes the grim reaper,” says Jeanette, and Chris smiles, reluctantly closing the event. Then the crowd files out, forms two long lines to get books signed, searching special final moments with two very special writers.


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Anna Scrafield Reflects on Day 1 of the International Literature Showcase.

Posted By: Anna Scrafield, 19 March 2015

Yesterday's events began bright and early as our delegates, still reeling with jet lag and clutching coffees, each introduced themselves with a 2.5 minute presentation. A 3 hour endeavour, it sounded as though it could be an event that would drag, however with so many enthusiastic delegates sharing enticing tit-bits of their work, time truly did fly! Cruelly halted at the end of their 2.5 minutes by our Programme Manager, Ed Cottrell, who was gleefully wielding a klaxon, even those who hadn't had enough coffee were sure of being woken up!




Emerging from the quick-fire introductions, we took a well-deserved break, the room abuzz with the ideas and excitement of opportunities and connections that had come out of the introductions. 
Following these presentations, we moved into two fantastic readings, as Eimear McBride and Stella Duffy took to the stage. Both were spellbinding and left me desperate to read Duffy's From the River's Mouth, and McBride's A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing as soon as humanly possible!

After lunch, we went straight into a panel debate on Digital Literatures, led by Bill Thompson and featuring Steven Fowler, Annette Mees and Tom Abba, things became heated as we delved into the role of digital on our literary world. Is it restricting creativity, encouraging laziness and propagating bad art, or is it allowing new audiences to find work they would otherwise have missed, opening doors to new ways of expressing thoughts and building bridges between artists? There are always two sides to every coin and I found myself swayed by both sides of the argument. The debate is available to view again, online, so do give it a watch and let us know your thoughts!

The day rounded off with a quartet of poets, as Patience Agbabi, Luke Kennard, Rebecca Goss and Zaffar Kunial each read from their work. All, in various ways, explored themes of identity, and dipped into the autobiographical at times. We were moved to tears and to laughter, and forced to ask ourselves questions about the way we see the world, and the people in it. 

As dark began to settle, our delegates gathered their bags and made their way to an evening of readings, good pub food and chatter at the Lamb Inn. Heads buzzing with a day of literature, networking and debate I can't help but suspect that our delegates slept well last night. Let's hope so, because today is going to be filled with even more exciting events! 

If you'd like to see the events, you can view the livestream on our website, and get involved in debate via twitter using #ILShowcase


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Rachel Stevens, on co-curating the International Literature Showcase

Posted By: Writers' Centre Norwich, 18 March 2015

This week marks the beginning of the first International Literature Showcase, at which leading writers and some of the most talented people working in literature from across the globe come together for three days of public events, readings and discussions. Here, Rachel Stevens, Senior Literature Programme Manager at British Council, reflects on the pleasures and challenges of co-curating a programme that is representative of the UK’s thriving literary community. 

Having lived and breathed the Showcase for the past six months, I’m in a state of nervous as we make our final preparations ahead of the launch today. I’m preparing myself for three days of little sleep; I can’t wait for the events to get underway.  Three days of space for thinking about nothing but literature is a bit of a treat – even as one of the organisers!   
  
Putting together the Showcase is one of the best things about my job, but it’s also one of the most challenging. After all, how do we curate a programme to showcase the full range of British writing to a crowd of literary experts, festival organisers and the general public from around the world when there is so much to choose from? We have twenty four delegates coming from overseas – from all the different regions of the world.  Even as I write, people are arriving from all corners of the globe. All our delegates have been recommended as talented individuals in the field and have come through a competitive process to take part.  They’re all keen to find out about new British writing and meet new people to collaborate with and our aim is to offer them a totally unique programme to meet their rightly high expectations.  

Working in tandem with our friends and partners at Writers' Centre Norwich, we’ve spent hours debating the writers we think ought to take part. These conversations range from the general to the particular, with a colleague making the impassioned case for an individual writer, perhaps because they are doing something new with their work, or they demonstrate a particular strength of contemporary British Literature, or they haven’t yet had as much international exposure as we think they deserve.  This is not a ‘best of’ or exclusive list, but a group representing the talent and strength of contemporary British writing. It’s totally impossible, of course, to capture in a three-day snapshot all that we want to say about British literature to the world, let alone do justice to the many literature development professionals who are constantly coming up with innovative ways of working and strengthening  our sector.  I do, however, hope that in our small selection you will discover writers, ideas and concepts that provide a source for inspiration.
  
Our programme includes a mix of debut, emerging and established authors.  There are writers testing the limits of the novel, with Ali Smith kicking off proceedings with a talk about her latest novel while later in the programme, Eimear McBride will talk about the elastic possibilities of prose in her novel A Girl is a Half Formed Thing. 

The theme of reinvention cuts across the programme – Patience Agbabi will perform an extract from her hilarious latest book and show, Telling Tales a remix of the Canterbury tales set in south London today, and Daljit Nagra gives us his lyrical and wry reimaging of the Hindu epic Ramayana.  Powerful narratives of loss and transformation feature in the work of Emma Healey, Rebecca Goss, and Helen MacDonald.  MacDonald’s H is for Hawk is one of the many works in the programme in which British wildlife darts across the page. From foxes and badgers, to garden birds and goshawks, several writers in the programme lead us into closer intimacies with the landscape around us and its many unforgettable characters. 

We’ve always tried to have a balance of genre, but this year in particular short stories and non-fiction have really come to the fore and feature heavily across the programme.  That said, of course the boundaries between the profiles of our guests are as blurred as they always have been with individuals wearing many hats simultaneously as journalists, poets, playwrights, publishers, producers and academics.  Such multiplicity connects the challenges and opportunities presented by our sectors in the UK and overseas and is something we’ll be exploring with Sarah Thelwall in her session The Networked World which examines sustainability in a creative context. 

One of our delegates from the pilot edition in 2012 famously described the Showcase as the ’Davos of the literary world’ – I’m not sure if we have quite the same power to put the world to rights, but the next few days with this fantastic group of people will be a good place to start.

Events from the Showcase will be livestreamed on our website, where you can also find out the full lineup of events.

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Our new Director of Communications Alice Kent looks forward to her highlights of the International Literature Showcase

Posted By: Alice Kent, 17 March 2015

Jeanette Winterson, Cynan Jones, Helen MacDonald; our new Director of Communications Alice Kent looks forward to her highlights of the International Literature Showcase, 18 - 21 March 2015 

On my first day at WCN - just over two weeks ago - I was handed a mammoth document to proofread; the International Literature Showcase brochure. It quickly transpired that this was a big event. Representatives will be coming from Armenia, Brazil, China, (nobody from a country beginning with D), Egypt, France, Georgia - the list goes on. What’s more Ali Smith and Jeanette Winterson are headlining the big public events, three 2014 Costa Book Award winners are reading and the entire programme is being live streamed so everyone can take part. 

Writers and literature professionals from over twenty countries will arrive in Norwich tomorrow for the first International Literature Showcase - a partnership between Writers’ Centre Norwich (WCN) and British Council - supported by Arts Council England. It will introduce emerging UK writers to cultural organisations around the world to spark future collaborations.

On the first day of the showcase I’m particularly looking forward to ‘Digital Literatures’ with Bill Thompson. ‘If James Joyce were alive today he’d be working for Google’ Tom McCarthy recently wrote in The Guardian. And as part of WCN’s National Conversation Will Self said ‘deep serious reading - and serious writing - is under threat from the digital revolution’. I’m hoping for a lively discussion on the most pressing issue facing writers today - with input from a global audience. Watch live at 2pm, Thursday 19 March. 

On Friday 20th March I’ve got my eye on the New Fiction readings with Cynan Jones and Emma Healey at 4.45pm. ‘Every bit as compelling as the frenzied hype suggests’ is how The Observer described Healey’s Elizabeth is Missing, and I can’t wait to hear her read.  I picked up a copy of Jones’ The Dig in the excellent Millennium Library. Reviewers have compared his style to Cormac McCarthy’s and it’s obvious why. Stripped back, unflinching and powerful writing that leaves you in awe. Patrick Barkham (also reading at the showcase) said ‘The Dig is a tender and sensuous depiction of the deep connections both good and bad people have with the earth and its animals’. Watch Jones and Healey read via the live stream at 4.45pm on Friday 20 March.

Continuing with the theme of connections with the animal world, Friday evening’s public event features Jeanette Winterson and Helen MacDonald discussing nature and memoir at Norwich Playhouse. It’s sold out but a podcast will be available on the WCN website soon. MacDonald’s H is for Hawk won the 2014 Costa Book of the Year Award. It’s just out in paperback and as the Literary Review says it’s ‘an incredible achievement’. I can’t wait to her in conversation and with such an icon…
…Jeanette Winterson is a writer for whom I developed what Geoff Dyer calls a ‘literary crush’ - where you read them to the exclusion of everyone else for a short period in your life. You can spot a literary crush on your bookshelf where there is a big block of spines all the same colour and style by the same publisher. My Winterson crush occurred during my first year of university somehow nearly twenty years ago. I shall be carrying around my much underlined copy of The Passion on Friday in the hope that, giggling like a teenager, I’ll get a chance to ask her to sign it.

Join us in your pajamas at 9am on Saturday morning for the live stream of Daljit Nagra’s retelling of the Hindu epic the Ramayana. Described by The Independent as ‘rollicking, often rude and riveting’ – it’s going to be well worth getting up for! Later in the morning don’t miss readings from Charlotte Higgins, Patrick Barkham and Bidisha and a discussion on nonfiction and memoir hosted by WCN’s Programme Director Jonathan Morely. 

If you enjoy Barkham’s work you might be interested to know you can spend a day with him on the beautiful Holkham beach as one of WCN’s Writing Rambles masterclasses - part of the Norfolk and Norwich Festival. Where he’ll help you ‘harness moments of inspiration with the practical business of getting words onto the page’.  I sound like I’m up-selling! And I suppose I am but only because I’m sure for many writers this sounds like a magical way to spend a day. 

This is really just a taster of all the readings, conversations and performances which will take place during the International Literature Showcase. So do check out the full programme and join viewers around the world for the live stream from 12.30pm on Thursday 19 March. #ILShowcase

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IdeasTap Inspires Winner Lindsey Fairweather, Looks Back on the Programme

Posted By: Writers' Centre Norwich, 10 March 2015

 

 

A lot can happen in six months. I applied for the Inspires scheme on a whim, when I was heavily pregnant with my second child; he was just a couple of weeks old when I went to the writing workshop all semifinalists were invited to attend. When I found out I'd made it through that round, too, and won a place on the scheme, I was delighted but anxious. The timing seemed terrible, but there was no 'pause' button, for the scheme or for my personal life, so I decided to see if I could justify my mentor's faith in me.

Under writer-translator Daniel Hahn's expert guidance (and with my baby strapped to my chest or sleeping in his pram or babbling in my arms), I started to produce new work. More than anything else, Danny gave me confidence. His thoughtful editorial brain coupled with his belief in me and my work helped me to refine my first novel, On Earth, As It Is, and send it out once more, to various literary agents here in the UK and in my native US. Meanwhile, while my two-year-old was at nursery and my newborn was napping, I started writing something new - scenes about my childhood, about a loved one who was ill, about motherhood - and trusted that the shape of the work would surface. And it has.

The scheme didn't teach me how to write - instead, it taught me how to be a writer. The practical advice, straight from agents and published writers, proved invaluable. Writing can be lonely, and luckily my experience with Inspires was anything but. My colleagues and I went on a lovely weekend together in Norwich; I hadn't been back since completing my MA and I found it even more enchanting than I'd remembered. I am not used to being wined, dined, and housed because of words I've written, so the whole weekend felt surreal (not least because it included a lunch with one of my literary heroes, Ali Smith, who had read work from all of us and had detailed, supportive thoughts to share). Crucially, we also learned about the business side of writing, and about how to seek representation - all useful, I thought, for the lucky ones who make it that far.

 

And now I'm one of the lucky ones. Toward the end of the scheme, I moved to Spain with my family, and while I was finding my way around Madrid, the marketing wizards at Writers' Centre Norwich were contacting literary agents on our behalf. Several agents wrote to me after reading the start of my novel, asking to read the rest, and soon I found myself with four offers of representation. After speaking with all of them, I'm delighted to have signed with a fantastic agent, Andrew Gordon at David Higham Associates.

Recently, I flew back to London for our showcase event, where agents and friends came to hear us read. I loved seeing my colleagues again - their work is funny, moving, fresh, dark, deep. I know they will find success and I can't wait to read their stories and books. As for me, I'm hopeful that my novel will find a good home; if and when it does, I will owe a great deal to the scheme for giving me the tools, the contacts, and the confidence I needed, just when it seemed impossible to write, let alone publish. It has made all the difference.

 

Take a look at the extracts from the IdeasTap Inspires Winners here.

 

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Fuelling Creative Minds by Meg Rosoff

Posted By: Anonymous, 01 March 2015

Meg Rosoff's provocation for the Fuelling Creative Minds National Conversation event at the Bath Literature Festival on March 2nd. Do let us know your thoughts on this piece in the comments section below.


LET’S BEGIN WITH YOUR FUNERAL

Let’s talk about what makes a ‘successful’ life.

Did anyone love you?  Did you contribute to someone else’s happiness?  Did you help someone in trouble?  Did you love someone over a long period of time, even when it was difficult to sustain that love?  Did you question injustice?  Did you give away some of your money – no matter how little of it there was – to someone who needed it more than you did? Did you have a passion?  Did you think about your time on earth?  Did you ease suffering, enlighten someone’s mind, do a job with honesty and integrity?  Did you appreciate nature, stand up for what was joyous and what was morally right? 


Let’s talk about what makes a successful life.


One of my few really interesting professors at Harvard was a psychiatrist called George Vaillant, who took over a seventy-five year assessment (begun in the early 1940s) of a group of Harvard undergraduates.  The Grant Study was set up to trace the sources of and influences on success (or lack of success) in every arena of life.  

The subjects still alive are now in their nineties and still being studied.

By means of questionnaires and interviews, 268 men were followed closely, year after year, looking for correlations between geography, IQ, family life, emotional intelligence, diet, marital status … and success.

Here are a few of the things they found.

 - Above a certain basic level of intelligence, more is not necessarily better.
 
 - Career success depended on warmth of relationships and, above a certain base level, not on intelligence.

- Men who had ‘warm’ childhood relationships with their mothers earned more than men whose mothers were uncaring.

- Men who had poor childhood relationships with their mothers were much more likely to develop dementia when old.


Vaillant’s key takeaway, in his own words: ‘The seventy-five years and twenty million dollars expended on the Grant Study points … to a straightforward five-word conclusion: “Happiness is love. Full stop.”?’

So (despite many of the Grant Study’s results being presented in terms of income) in the end, it seems, happiness comes down to the quality of your relationships – friendships, sexual relationships, family relationships, working relationships, relationships between parents and children.  

And success, I believe most people would agree, comes down to happiness.  If you live a happy and fulfilled life, then you die successful. 

So why do we persist in measuring success in terms of salaries, job titles and assets?  Why do we measure the success of executives by the size of their bonuses?  Doctors and lawyers by their hundred hour weeks? Writers by how many books they sell?  Children by their number of A*s?  Why do we (currently) determine success based on media exposure, fame, number of Twitter followers?  Why are we endlessly trying to quantify life experiences, as if the person with the greatest number of followers on Facebook, the biggest bank balance or the greatest number of A*s somehow wins?

According to George Vaillant, none of these things contributes markedly to happiness.

Perhaps we need to go back to the very beginning – to the very definition of success, and to how we educate our children to think about success, in order to get to the bottom of our thinking on the subject.  

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So let's go back to school.

In the twenty-first century, educational success is largely determined by the government.  The government puts in place a series of goals that evaluate children as young as three against measures of socialisation, reading proficiency, an understanding of numbers, the ability to answer questions in an acceptable, established manner, and later – during GCSEs and A levels – the ability to pass exams in up to twelve subjects and write essays in a strictly approved fashion.  
Success in school requires hard work and a competitive approach to study on the part of students – but more to the point, a successful student is one capable of achieving goals as defined by the exam graders, as defined by the government.

A successful student is one capable of matching learning to this very specific series of goals.
In other words, a child who reads all day is not a successful student.  A child who writes brilliantly and with a distinctive voice but can’t spell, is a failure. A child who loves history but can’t write an essay in the approved manner, is doomed.  A child who loves stories, who loves to dream, who makes unusual connections, whose brain works in unconventional, peculiar ways – but who can’t multiply 11 x12 – is not a successful student.

Successful students must sit still and concentrate for long periods of time, temporarily memorise large amounts of information, understand and achieve received goals, think inside the box.  A desire to please and a willingness to conform are key.

The least successful children in this sausage factory will be branded from the age of five. Children with parents or carers who don’t talk or read to them enough are most likely to fall into this category of early failures. As are dyslexic children.  Or eccentric thinkers. An irregular schedule, disorderly home life and financial instability all interfere with the attainment of ‘success’ as determined by the government.

Less support at home, fewer books, a less regular schedule, a less orderly home life, less healthy meals, less consistent love – all these economic or emotional disadvantages further condemn the five year old to failure.  Food banks, immigration problems, substance abuse problems, unemployment, parental absence or mental illness – all of these elements interfere with the attainment of ‘success’ as determined by the government.

I see them when I visit secondary schools – the children branded failures because they can’t get on in school. Because they’re bored, or not very verbal, or not very good at sitting still and taking information in as required in a classroom situation – or the ones who just don’t see why thirteen years of their lives should be spent taking exams they’re not good at, absorbing information in a manner that hasn’t changed much in two hundred years.  ‘Not a student’ is a label that has condemned decades of children to a diminished sense of what they’re capable of in life.  When in fact all it means is, ‘does not thrive within government parameters’.

Do I buy into the idea that these students are without value?  Of course not.  Put them in a different sort of learning environment or teach them something that stimulates their imaginations and they’ll be fine.  But sit them in a classroom for thirteen years with a series of targets chosen by a government that knows nothing at all about education and they’re doomed.

In contrast, the most successful children in this whole process of learning and taking exams will get all A*s and go to Oxford or Cambridge, after which they will go on to have what most people consider to be the most successful lives – the best jobs, the highest salaries, large and comfortable and expensive houses and cars.


And yet.


In a 2014 book, Excellent Sheep: The Miseducation of the American Elite and the Way to a Meaningful Life, award winning American essayist and educator William Deresiewicz concerned himself with what’s going at the top level of American education.

‘Our system of elite education manufactures young people who are smart and talented and driven, yes, but also anxious, timid, and lost, with little intellectual curiosity and a stunted sense of purpose … great at what they’re doing but with no idea why they’re doing it.’

This was written about Harvard and Yale but applies just as well to elite British universities. Like the highest rated state primary and secondary schools, these institutions take few risks – they admit top performing, highly driven teenagers and turn out graduates with no motive to question the status quo, no motive to question the structure of society or the weight that society puts on a certain kind of success.  

If you win a beauty contest, you don’t dedicate your life to challenging society’s perceptions of beauty.

William Deresiewicz continues:
‘So extreme are the admission standards now that kids who manage to get into elite colleges have, by definition, never experienced anything but success. The prospect of not being successful terrifies them, disorients them. The cost of falling short, even temporarily, becomes not merely practical, but existential. The result is a violent aversion to risk.’

All of this is happening at exactly the moment at which the world most needs risk takers: individuals willing and able to retell the story of society in a more positive way.  People willing to take risks with meaningful social and political change. Hardly anyone would disagree that our political system needs changing – free market capitalism has led to terrifying extremes of wealth and poverty.  The pharmaceutical industry needs meaningful change along with the system of drug patents that price simple, inexpensive drugs out of the reach of entire populations whose lives they might save. The legal system favours those with money, as does education, as does housing.  In the meantime, there is little financial motive to stem – or even acknowledge – the devastating effects of global warming.  It is difficult to think of a single aspect of life on earth today that couldn’t do with rigorous deconstruction and rethinking.

If schools are going to train a better class of political leaders, entrepreneurs, scientists, parents, and social policy-makers, they’re going to have to ask themselves which qualities to promote.  If we require a more compassionate, more radical, less class-riven and self-centered definition of success, where does it begin?

I would like success to be redefined.  I would like a successful man or woman to be defined as one who thinks creatively and laterally, who questions authority and accepted wisdom, who lives thoughtfully, generously and not entirely for personal gain.  To be successful, I believe, it is important to leave the world a little bit better than you found it.

How do we do this?  By listening to the wise and enduring voices of our civilization – by encouraging each new generation to read history and philosophy and to think big thoughts – about religion, politics, ethics, love, passion, life and death and the origins of the universe.  The extraordinary imagination of our species – as expressed in poetry and fiction, music, art, dance – might someday spill over into cures for cancer and war and inequality. This will happen not by thinking about what we are, but what we might be.

A further striving after knowledge and meaning is the proper goal for education.  Everyone doesn’t need to achieve A*s.  But everyone needs to learn how to live a good, creative, questioning life.


What we don’t need are more five-year-old failures and more excellent sheep.  


Read around this topic on the National Conversation page and join in the discussion by leaving a comment below.



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Helping Children Connect by Kevin Jones

Posted By: Anonymous, 27 February 2015

Headteacher Kevin Jones writes on creativity in schools in advance of our National Conversation event Fuelling Creative Minds at Bath Literature Festival on Monday 2nd March.


We should never underestimate what a child may think or feel. 

One of my six-year-olds recently wrote the following:

The Sea
The sea is rough when it hits the rocks
It goes mad like lightning
He is so angry that he tries to drown me
I run as fast as I can
The sea is so angry he bursts out of his vest
When it comes to night he looks up and cries with happiness
He bursts into a furious ball going mad
All he really wants is for someone to teach him how to behave.

It is a wonderful child’s eye view of big feelings that are difficult to control. Children feel deeply.


There was a loud crack of thunder over our playground in a clear sky last summer, as you sometimes get, and most of my children thought it was a bomb. I could not have thought that thought as a child. This is a post 9/11 childhood. 

A nine-year-old tells me of his heartfelt worries about war, deforestation and global warming. I had no such fears as a child. 

Children think deeply.


We are told that one third of children have never climbed a tree, a quarter have never rolled down a hill, a third have no idea how to build a den and almost half have never made a daisy chain. The world of childhood has changed and its landscape has shrunk. This is certainly the most shut in generation of children. And yet, shut into their homes and their bedrooms, they are often left free to roam through killing fields in video games or amble into brothels on the internet. Assaulted by images of perfection, false wants and fashions, Snapchatting their way through virtual relationships with friends known and not so known, or glued to their game boys, it is easy for children to lose touch with themselves, to become unsure of who they are and what they are meant to be. To be overwhelmed.

More than ever, we need to help our children to connect feelingly with themselves and their world. More than ever, we need to make the case for children as writers, as makers. In a poem or a painting or a performance, children shape their experience, make the world they communicate. And this shaping and making is empowering.



We sent the little boy home with his ‘Sea’ poem. His father wrote to thank me:

‘Joe has really struggled to control his anger at home, at times – nothing major, but enough to make two loving parents concerned. Anyway, the poem allowed us the opportunity to see things a little differently, his way, and to talk and listen to him…’

There are many powerful arguments for placing creativity at the heart of education. 

And none is more powerful than that a creative education connects us and our children to the depth of thought and feeling at the beating heart of childhood.

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The Most Exotic Thing

Posted By: Anonymous, 16 February 2015

Juan Pablo Villalobos responds to Binyavanga Wainaina's provocation for the National Conversation South to South event at Hay Cartagena Festival, in this piece on the globalisation of literature. 

The most exotic thing that’s ever happened to me – as a writer, that is – is having been translated into Bulgarian. The second is having gone to Bulgaria to launch the translation of my novel there. A Mexican writer does not write in order to be translated into Bulgarian. Being published in Bulgaria is, to put it mildly, an insane hypothesis. How many Mexican novelists have been translated into Bulgarian? Juan Rulfo? Carlos Fuentes? If that. And yet, nonetheless, it happens: it happened to me. The big question was, why did they publish me?

It’s because your novel is about the drugs trade and that’s a subject everyone in the world is interested in, some of my friends told me. It’s because of the success the book had in the UK, said others.

I went to Bulgaria thinking it was all a great big misunderstanding. It seemed to me that the publication of a novel with cultural and literary references completely alien to a Bulgarian reader was, at the very least, madness. Who would be interested in this novel? Who would understand it? I imagined the scenario reversed: some poor Bulgarian writer being published in Mexico. Incidentally, had I read any contemporary Bulgarian authors? If I had I couldn’t remember.

The third most exotic thing that’s ever happened to me – as a writer, that is – is having been interviewed by Bulgarian journalists. I was invited to appear on the news on Bulgarian national television. I spoke to all the journalists. I even went on a literary TV show that was recorded in a cave. And a popular radio show, where I have no idea why we laughed so much. Don’t tell anyone, but it seemed to me that all the journalists were slightly mad. Perhaps I’m exaggerating and it’s just that our English (the journalists’ and mine) was far from fluent, which just heaped misunderstanding on misunderstanding. They asked me about deaths due to the war on drugs. About Subcomandante Marcos. And, just as I thought they would, they talked about Juan Rulfo and Carlos Fuentes.

So far, so exotic, but nothing had prepared me for the truly exotic: my book had readers in Bulgaria. They came to the launches I did in Sofía and in Plovdiv. They talked fondly of the book’s narrator and protagonist. They told me what they’d liked and they asked me about some things that had disturbed or confused them. In short, we communicated, and it didn’t matter that we came from different worlds, from different literary traditions, that is, and that we were destined to misunderstand one another.

It seems to me that when it comes to discussing the subject of the globalisation of literature, to analysing what it is that gets published, where and why, a radical working hypothesis, one that probes the limits of the question, would be this: that of a writer from a peripheral country being published in another peripheral country (like the trip a few Hondurans went on to Liberia, exactly what I describe in my novel). And to make things more complicated, let’s suppose we’re talking about a book that strays from the conventions of Anglo-Saxon realism. How does this sort of thing come about? How does such an insane hypothesis become a reality? What are the stages of mediation? I don’t know, but it happens. Luckily, it happens.

Juan Pablo Villalobos
Barcelona, winter, 2015.
Translated by Rosalind Harvey

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An Inspiring Six Months for IdeasTap Inspires Winners

Posted By: Anna Scrafield, 11 February 2015

It's now six whole months since our IdeasTap Inspires winners, championed and selected by Ellah Allfrey and Ali Smith along with their mentors Daniel Hahn, Kerry Hudson, Alex Preston, Amy Sackville and Nicola Upson, started their professional development programme. In that time, our ten talented writers have engaged in a whole range of activities to help them not only to improve their work, but also to give them an induction into the complicated world of literary agents, publishers and public readings. Putting pen to paper is just the tip of the writing iceberg; our writers have been on a rollercoaster journey of discovery!




As they emerge, blinking blearily, from a very intense six months they do so clutching not just a chunky portfolio of work. Although this has been an intensive period of creativity for our writers, as their mentors encourage and inspire them to greater levels of output, this productivity has also afforded them other opportunities. They have had the chance to explore their own creative processes and to really find their voice, whilst the input of their mentor has helped to build the ability to self-edit effectively, and has allowed our writers to target specific areas of their writing that they felt needed working on, to tighten up their skillset. Meanwhile sessions with agents, along with the expertise of their mentors has given our winners invaluable inside knowledge of the publishing industry that can help them to publication, and a renewed sense of self belief that their work is good! (It really is, by the way, I’ve loved reading every single extract.)



As we prepare for our showcase event with them tomorrow, during which each writer will read from their work, and will have the chance to not only celebrate their successes with friends and family, but to share their work with agents, we are heartened to hear that agents are already showing an interest in our young writers. We hope that this will be the starting point of many great things for them, but as regards Inspires? Well, all that remains now is to raise a glass to their achievements and to enjoy watching them spread their literary wings and continue to achieve great things with their work. 

Why not read extracts from our winners, and find out a little more about them all?

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A World Without Centre: The Illusion of the ‘International’ Book Prize

Posted By: Anna Scrafield, 30 January 2015

by Paula Morris

Many writers resist national labels. Like Salman Rushdie, we’d rather belong to ‘the boundless kingdom of the imagination … the unfettered republic of the tongue’.  Unfortunately, the world of book prizes is more specific – delineated by markets, publishing eligibility, and sometimes citizenship.

For those of us from the Southern Hemisphere – or from continents like, say, Africa – the status accorded to ‘international’ literary prizes is a constant reminder of our marginality. Only five of the 107 Nobel literature laureates, for example, have been writers from the Southern Hemisphere. In the English-speaking literary world, we’re stuck in outdated hierarchies, looking north to the once-imperial power for cultural leadership and validation.

For English-language writers from outside the UK or US, our national or regional prizes don’t translate beyond local markets. The Kiriyama Prize, for books about ‘the Pacific Rim and South Asia,’ closed in 2008. The Commonwealth Prize ended its main book award in 2011.

The Man Booker Prize – the self-styled ‘most important literary award in the English-speaking world’ – presents an illusion of internationalism. After all, this year Australian writer Richard Flanagan won; the 2013 winner was New Zealander Eleanor Catton. It’s easy to think that we infidels have stormed the palace and can wave more compatriots through the gates. We don’t realize how many gates there are.
 
After US authors were admitted last year, Ion Trewin, Literary Director of the Booker Prize Foundation, declared that the ‘winner of the 2014 [Man Booker] prize will be able to say: “I am the best in the English-speaking world”’ – suggesting the Man Booker serves as global scout . In fact, like the Baileys Women’s Prize and the Folio Prize, it’s a British prize, with British or British-based judges, selecting from works of fiction submitted by British publishers from the lists of books published that year in Britain. 

No surprise then, as Scottish writer Alan Bissett noted in 2012, that ‘of the 46 Booker winners [to date], 24 have been English – over half – although England represents a mere 2.5 per cent of the Commonwealth,’ because the majority of novels published in Britain are by English authors.  No surprise that only three New Zealand novels have made the shortlist in the entire 46-year history of the prize, because most Commonwealth novels are not published in the UK.

English author Philip Hensher admits that prize committees ‘are at the mercy of what of what London publishers think will sell in London’. Yet still, he declares, for years readers ‘across the globe have understood that the Booker is a recommendation about the British or Commonwealth novel.’ 

So readers in the 53 countries of the Commonwealth look to London for recommendations about … the Commonwealth novel? Our own national prizes or reviews or tastes be damned: let’s wait to hear what British publishers pick and British judges decide! 

Let’s challenge the rhetoric, with its false and self-serving internationalism, rather than simply accept the imperial world model. ‘We all give too much importance to the idea of a world with a centre,’ writes Orhan Pamuk. Must those of us south of the equator accept that he calls ‘being consigned to the margins,’ looking north for our cultural cues, allowing London and New York to shape the canon?  It’s time to level our gaze, and speak directly to each other.
About Paula Morris
Fiction writer Paula Morris is a New Zealander of English and Maori descent, Currently the Fiction writer-in-residence at the University of Sheffield in England, she will be teaching creative writing at the University of Auckland from March 2015. The full text of her polemic ‘Imperial World: The Politics of International Book Prizes’ will be available soon.

What do you think? 

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Norfolk County Council Spending Cuts

Posted By: Writers' Centre Norwich, 08 December 2014


We know that times are difficult for local authorities and that efficiencies have to be made and belts tightened. We were, however, really dismayed to see the latest proposals from Norfolk County Council to cut spending on the arts in 2015-16 by £150,000. 

In 2013-14 the funding from Norfolk County Council helped arts organisations in Norfolk bring in £5.7 million in other funding. The lack of relatively moderate support from Norfolk County Council will endanger that other income and reduce the opportunities for young and old alike to engage in arts and cultural activities across the county.

As an arts organisation in Norfolk we have benefited from support from Norfolk County Council. We used that support to work with young and old people in schools, libraries, youth centres, old people's homes, village halls, festivals, events and workshops all across the county. Norfolk County Council’s support has helped us bring in millions to the economy of the county and to enrich the lives of 650,000+ audience members and participants each year, according to the County’s own figures.

Norfolk County Council is running a consultation to ask what residents think about the proposals to save money across the board and the cuts to the arts grants are part of this. We are asking if you would consider filling in the Norfolk County Council consultation to say that you don’t agree with their proposed cuts to the arts.

All you have to do is visit their website to see the whole consultation or visit this page to look directly at the proposals for the arts. We want the County Council to know that although times are tough, people value the arts and see the sense it makes to keep supporting the organisations who do so much to enrich the lives of the people who live, work and visit here.

You can also send an email to haveyoursay@norfolk.gov.uk with your comments.

Thank you

Read a comment piece by WCN chief exec, Chris Gribble in today's EDP: We can’t lose the value of what we’ve already created in the arts. 







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Living Translation: A National Conversation Event with Ali Smith

Posted By: Richard White, 05 December 2014

The Southbank Centre was host to the third National Conversation event on Wednesday 3 December, where Ali Smith gave a sparkling provocation on Living Translation. If you missed the event, we're pleased to provide you with the recording below. Following Ali's flowing words, event Chair, Daniel Hahn, skillfully moderated the conversation and Q&A alongside writer and film maker, Xiaolu Guo, translator Margaret Jull Costa OBE and our provocateur, Ali Smith.





To complement your listening, you can also view a selection of images from the evening, taken by photographer, Belinda Lawley.




And it gets better. Throughout the events we live tweet in order to get your thoughts on the provocation and the discussion that follows. To give you a taste of what was said, have a read through this Storify created by WCN Communications Intern, Elizabeth Hankins.

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