{"id":169,"date":"2014-03-14T13:56:04","date_gmt":"2014-03-14T13:56:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/centreforcreativewriting\/?p=169"},"modified":"2014-03-14T13:56:04","modified_gmt":"2014-03-14T13:56:04","slug":"spring-reading-series-evie-wyld","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/centreforcreativewriting\/spring-reading-series-evie-wyld\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring Reading Series: Evie Wyld"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Walking to the Eliot SCR on Wednesday: spring warmth, gloaming mist, blackbirds singing in the trees. Blackbirds, unseen, clattering and <i>whupwhurring<\/i> somewhere nearby. And no other sound but the song of blackbirds.<\/p>\n<p>My ears were tuned to Wyld wavelength. Her novel <i>All the Birds, Singing<\/i>, echoes with caws, screeches and cacophonous onomatopoeic renderings from crows and kookaburras. Birds are ominous, stress-triggers, links between two parts of a narrative: a dangerous past in the outback and escape to the freezing fogs of isolated island life.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_171\" style=\"width: 650px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/centreforcreativewriting\/files\/2014\/03\/IMG_20140312_181035267.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-171\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-large wp-image-171\" alt=\"Wyld, Preston\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/centreforcreativewriting\/files\/2014\/03\/IMG_20140312_181035267-1024x575.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"359\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/centreforcreativewriting\/files\/2014\/03\/IMG_20140312_181035267-1024x575.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/centreforcreativewriting\/files\/2014\/03\/IMG_20140312_181035267-300x168.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-171\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Evie Wyld; Alex Preston<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Evie Wyld was in conversation with Alex Preston, who she first met midnight skinny-dipping in a lake at a UEA conference. It\u2019s a rapport that made for a dynamic and relaxed Q&amp;A. Introducing Wyld as \u2018one of the best young writers anywhere, full stop\u2019, Preston asked how she had faced following up the success of her first novel, <i>After the Fire, a Still Small Voice<\/i>. Wyld said the pressure was slight; she spent over four years writing on <i>All the Birds, Singing<\/i>, reshaping the narrative structure and worrying about writing the same book twice. The two novels deal with similar place and matter, but as Wyld stated, she was \u2018still interested in the same stuff\u2019, and ended up tackling the same ideas in unique ways.<\/p>\n<p>The structure of Wyld\u2019s novels, which Preston referred to as \u2018reflecting and refracting parallel narratives\u2019, were a key topic for discussion. Having \u2018confused readers\u2019 with her first book, Wyld had intended to write a linear novel, but found that the story \u2018told itself better if folded in on itself\u2019. Following two narrative strands, <i>All the Birds, Singing<\/i> is written both backwards and forwards, producing one complete chronological account. The protagonist, Jake, lives in the present day on a sheep farm in an unnamed, imagined British island. Her past as a teenage arsonist, homeless prostitute and sheepshearer in Australia is revealed in reverse. To make matters more complicated, Wyld delivers alternative chapters of each narrative strand, writing the present in the past tense, and the past in the present. By placing these together, Wyld hoped to create a \u2018third space\u2019, just as colours resonate differently in juxtaposition. \u2018I like the ambiguity of this\u2019, she said, \u2018of readers not being able to pinpoint where they are\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Research for both novels came naturally. Wyld\u2019s mother is a native Australian, and Wyld herself has lived there for periods. She expressed a \u2018homesickness\u2019 for Australia but an awareness that she doesn\u2019t fit into the world of her \u2018macho, hero uncles\u2019 and their sugarcane farms, preferring the liberal cosmopolitanism of London, where she runs an independent bookshop. Writing about a place \u2018where you are not\u2019 comes easier to Wyld: \u2018childhood memories are brighter\u2019, she explained, and these are a \u2018place to go to start on creative work\u2019. When writing about the \u2018reality in front of you\u2019 it is \u2018hard to let imagination take over\u2019. Wyld found the contemporary UK sections of <i>All the Birds, Singing<\/i> much harder to write than those set in a recent Australian past.<\/p>\n<p>Preston asked Wyld about her literary influences. Despite running a bookshop, Wyld considers herself \u2018very badly read\u2019, but cited Tim Winton as the first author who really made her \u2018wonder what characters got up to next\u2019. \u2018My favourite book is always the last one I read\u2019 &#8211; making the current star <i>Narrow Road to the Deep North<\/i> by Richard Flanagan.<\/p>\n<p>Responding to recent comments by Hanif Kureishi on the value \u2013 or otherwise \u2013 of Creative Writing studies, Wyld was quick to defend her MA experience at Goldsmiths. In a dead-end job at the time, Wyld saw the course as an opportunity to \u2018take a year out to write\u2019 without the pressure of other work. She advised against the culture of \u2018sentence to novel to agent to publisher\u2019, a hothousing of novel-writing at university that leads to the expectation of publishing success. Instead, \u2018coming to stuff like this\u2019, hearing writers read and discuss their work, working on craft at sentence level and a diverse and challenging reading list were what ultimately made her a writer. (As Preston pointed out, <i>All The Birds, Singing<\/i> is already core reading at Kent.) And when publication comes, Wyld\u2019s advice was rare and valuable: take notice of independent booksellers, promote in small bookshops, \u2018because these are the people who hand-sell your books\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>What can we expect from Wyld next? In place of birds, a graphic memoir with sharks. \u2018There is something interesting about our relationship with sharks\u2019, Wyld claimed, speaking of them as the last object of universal fear: \u2018people feel they are ugly, malevolent, coming for you, if they had legs it would be game over\u2026 Oh, I\u2019m doing my shark thing again.\u2019 Aside from the graphic novel with artist Joe Sumner, she is working on a \u2018new normal novel\u2019 based in the UK, an \u2018imagined memoir\u2019 about her Grandparents\u2019 relationship. Wyld is aiming to keep this one linear. Whatever form the narrative takes, the novel will be anything but normal.<\/p>\n<p>Next week, novelist and translator Maureen Freely. Wednesday 19<sup>th<\/sup> March, 6pm.<\/p>\n<p>Until then.<\/p>\n<p>Sonia<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Evie Wyld is included in Granta\u2019s list of Best of Young British Novelists 2013. <i>All the Birds, Singing <\/i>was published by Jonathan Cape in 2013, was shortlisted for the Costa Award and has just been longlisted for the Bailey&#8217;s Prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walking to the Eliot SCR on Wednesday: spring warmth, gloaming mist, blackbirds singing in the trees. Blackbirds, unseen, clattering and whupwhurring somewhere nearby. And no other sound but the song of blackbirds. My ears were tuned to Wyld wavelength. 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