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Update: First finished copies of The House at the Edge of Night, Episode Two!

29/6/2016

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I am very pleased this week to be able to share the first finished copy of the House at the Edge of Night to arrive with me from the US! I think it is absolutely beautiful. Books are so different when they arrive, finished, in your hands at the end of the publication process from the messy, incomplete manuscript which you hand in at the beginning. So much work and love has gone into this finished copy, and that’s mostly been the work of other people, who picked up where I left off, at the end of the writing process, and carried the book to the finish line*.
*Or else start line, depending how you look at it!

As you will have noticed by now, we have two separate but equal covers for the English-language edition of the book. This is intentional; usually each publisher will try to design something which fits with the culture of their country and which will be meaningful to their readers. So this beautiful design is the book's cover for the US and Canada. As soon as it arrives, I’ll show you the Canadian edition too. (A note here about international publishing: As a writer, my publishing ‘home’ is split pretty much equally between Random House US, Hutchinson UK, and Doubleday Canada, for different reasons. It’s a testament to each of those publishers that this approach actually seems to work, and work better than if I were published only in one country by one publisher).

As soon as I saw this cover, I knew it was the right one for the book: just like with the UK design, it was almost as though the book had existed somewhere out there in the past, and this was already its cover. At least, that’s the best way I can describe it: as feeling kind of inevitable, like déja vu. With both designs, it was almost uncanny to see the images for the first time and feel that the designer had captured something about the book which I couldn’t have expressed myself. For a long time, therefore, I assumed that this meant that the idea for the cover had come to the designers fully formed, in a stroke of inspiration. Instead, as I discovered, this cover, like the UK one, was the result of a very patient process of development over several weeks and months. It’s like writing, I guess – if you’ve done your work correctly, you will have covered your traces and made it look effortless, but worked incredibly hard along the way…

This beautiful design is by Robbin Schiff and the illustration by Edel Rodriguez. You can read more about Edel’s work here. I think this cover is completely unique and beautiful, and I hope you like it too.

And finally, in the spirit of sharing beautiful images, my publishers have launched a Pinterest board this week, where we are collaborating to create a collection of pictures related to The House at the Edge of Night: the places in the book and the research and writing process. It’s a very fun and creative idea, and you can find it here if you want to take a look at what I’m posting each day.

All very best,
Catherine

PS: An unrelated word about this week in news, and why I’ve chosen not to write about it. Like anyone British or partly British, uppermost in my mind at the moment, of course, is the misguided and worrying Brexit vote which occurred last Thursday. As well as this, there are many other things to make us feel sad and angry as European and world citizens right now, not least the very recent attack in Turkey. On this blog, I alternate between update posts where I tell you news of what I’m doing in my life as a writer, and short essays where I talk about reading, writing and how these intersect with the outside world. Occasionally, these intersections demand a response from us as writers. So I did think about writing an essay which would attempt to tackle the topic of Britain’s exit from the EU and the current situation more generally. But the truth is it takes me more than 48 hours’ processing time to engage with something meaningfully in words, and therefore I want to leave that for now. I hope you’ll understand. For British readers, if you want to discuss these issues directly, Twitter (@BannerCatherine) seems to me at the moment a more appropriate way of doing this because it is a space which seems to favour a plurality of voices, and there I am trying to share essays by various writers who have discussed these issues already much more eloquently and meaningfully than I can right now. Fellow Brits and fellow Europeans, please take care of yourselves and each other meanwhile. - CB
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On writing about the past

14/6/2016

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This week, I’ve been thinking about historical research, and I decided to put my thoughts into a short essay. Here it is: on writing about the past, and trying to do it justice, as a writer of fiction.
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No writer begins a book out of a wish to dig over difficult, painful issues. Or at least, not for that reason alone. Books arise, usually, from one particular, personal conviction: we want to bring something to light, to illuminate characters and stories and places which we feel deserve to be written about - simply put, to tell a story. It is only much later in the process that the story finds its themes. Therefore, when I set out to write The House at the Edge of Night, I didn’t think that it would involve my writing about one of the darker moments in Europe’s history. Instead, I wanted to tell a story about a particular family and their bar. It was only as I traced the various threads of the story back to their roots that I became aware that the story dictated that at a certain point my characters would wake up in 1922 in Mussolini’s Fascist Italy, and would be compelled to live in this Italy for the next twenty years. These are some thoughts about what it’s like to write historical fiction: about what it’s like to do the writer’s job, which is and should properly be the breaking of new ground, when that ground is problematic, contested, sensitive, or better left unturned.

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Writing fiction about history is a strange enterprise. As the historian Antony Beevor has put it, ‘The power of historical fiction for bad and for good can be immense in shaping consciousness of the past.’ My books aren’t exactly historical fiction – they are alternate stories of the past, most similar to the magical realist tradition or to family saga or to those British novels typical of the 1990s where the history is secondary and the characters central, like Birdsong or Atonement or Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. Not about history, but about people living in it. And yet an encounter with history is an inevitable part of the writing process. The initial research alone takes me four months, and all of that is historical research. The past is where I find most of my ideas, and where the story begins.

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And yet, historical research brings you face to face with the inadequacy of our accounts of the past. The times that came before us are mostly foggy and contested territory. To find a reliable account of life on Fascist prison islands, at a time when all the Italian newspapers were censored, I had to turn to American newspaper accounts from the 1920s and 30s, written in English, by survivors who had escaped to the States. To find this solution took a week of searching. And even when you’ve found a source, there are a hundred doubts about how representative that source really is. How much freedom were these voices given by the news editors who published them? Did the writers translate their own work? Did the editors? Were others with different views also given a platform? And so on. History is a battleground where conflicting stories struggle to be heard, and the narrator’s voice, problematically, can only represent one version of events. And yet fiction, implicitly, is also expected to be representative. The story that a writer chooses to tell about the past is assumed to illuminate some greater, transcendent truth. A fictional account is never just one story, as a factual account can be. It is also a story about what it means to be human.

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When I try, as a writer, to wrestle with history, it divides itself into three parts. Firstly, the part nobody is alive to remember, broadly speaking pre-1918. Secondly, recent history, the part of history I have personally lived through, which isn’t really the past at all but a sort of backwards continuation of the present. For some writers this is a decent stretch of time, but in my case it’s impractically short for research purposes, beginning in 1989. Then, third, comes the hardest part of all to write about: the years, roughly spanning 1918 to 1989, that I haven’t lived through but other people, still living, have, and about which, therefore, they have more authority than I do. These years are also, in many ways, the most interesting. They are close enough to be, as Eric Hobsbawm has put it, ‘the road that led us here’, the cause-and-effect backdrop of our present situation, and yet far enough away to also be an allegory, a mirror, a useful prism through which to examine present times. Because that, I have discovered, is why we write about the past at all, because it is the only reliable light by which we can illuminate our current predicaments. Except, it turns out, it’s not a reliable light at all but a light which flickers and changes aspect depending on how you behold it.

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In Italy, not many writers, not even Italian-language writers, write directly about Fascism – it’s a topic which is often addressed subtly rather than head on. So to write about characters living through the Fascist era, in English, was to tread ground across which few other, more experienced writers had yet blazed a trail. To attempt to write about this time was to navigate a space whose main atmosphere was silence. At some point early in the writing process, therefore, doubt set in. Was I really going to write about this time about which, as an outsider, I could only ever hope to have an imperfect, clumsy understanding? There was a lot at stake here. Many of my extended family have lived through these years first hand. It was not an account I could afford to get wrong, to misrepresent, to alter – it was too important for that.

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In the end, however, the voices of the past have their own authority. I uncovered a multiplicity of sources as I researched, and gradually my priorities changed. Gradually, the aim became not to capture and understand but to evoke and represent, to step back and bring the disparate voices of the past to light – those who resisted, those who conceded and those, probably most of us, who trod some uneasy ground in between and waited for it all to be over. There was no need, I realised, for the narrator to pass judgement or attempt to summarise, to know everything about what happened. The very openness of the past is its great strength, because it already contains all possible stories.

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This week I received one of my favourite reviews of The House at the Edge of Night. It wasn't from a newspaper or critic; it arrived via WhatsApp, it was only a couple of sentences long, and it was from my father in law. He wrote that the way I had portrayed the mood of the Fascist era in Italy – its dilemmas, its conflicts, its ambiguities, its open-endedness – seemed to him exactly right. This, really, is a compliment not to the work but to the sources. It honours the first-hand accounts, the memoirs, the historical studies, the diaries written by those who lived through those remarkable times, which I discovered along the way. As a writer, that’s the most you can hope for in life and work. To step back, and to write about the inhabitants of the past in a way that effaces the writer as much as possible, which allows the voices of history to speak for themselves.
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On being reviewed

1/6/2016

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Over the past few weeks, The House at the Edge of Night, which was written like this, alone in a room, has gone out into the world and started to receive reviews. Some of these have been from other novelists (like Nicholas Christopher, Peter Nichols and Sara Gruen, whose work you should check out because they are not only generous people but excellent writers). Some are from newspapers and magazines (like The Express and The Pool), others from book blogs (for example here, here and here). And many are from ordinary readers who have finished the book already and shared their comments online at sites like GoodReads and Amazon. A couple, like this one from Kirkus Reviews and this one from Publishers Weekly, have been cause for celebration, because in a time when there are more books published than ever, to receive a star from one of these publications can shape a book's fortunes, and is a great encouragement for everybody who has worked hard on it.

People often wonder what it's like to have your work reviewed by others. Isn't it terrifying? Well, in some ways. To send your work out into the world for others to judge is a daunting process in principle. But it is also, I believe, absolutely necessary. Writers write out of a wish to communicate. You write because you want to chronicle something true that you've observed in the world, and which you hope others will connect with. In my case, I wanted to write about small-town Europe and the financial crisis and being young in its aftermath. And about small places in Europe more generally, the small town at the mercy of history. About parts of Italy's history that I had never seen written about in English, but which I felt chimed with the realities of modern Europe in surprising ways. About places that I found beautiful and wanted to set down on paper, because no one else had. You spend a long time writing a book - in my case, three years - with one particular hope: to connect with others, to communicate, to find that they too, at the end of all that endeavour, say, Yes, I believe this story is worth telling, and I believe it rings true. Or even: Yes, something like that once happened to me. To make a connection, and start a conversation, not to sit in a room on your own. But for that conversation to occur, you are utterly dependent on your readers. They are the sounding-board by which you test your story's truth, and they are the passionate advocates who will share it with others. Without both a listener and a teller, a story does not exist.

The truth about reviews, which writers rarely talk about, is that being reviewed at all is a great privilege. Each season there are thousands of books published, and yet only a handful of titles that are actually ever reviewed and written about and discussed in a meaningful way. The same few titles tend to appear everywhere, hit the bestseller lists, appear some more, rise up the bestseller lists, and so on in an ongoing cycle of buzz and recognition - and this (formerly via print publications, and increasingly, now, on the internet too) is what sells copies. What leads to this spiral of recognition can often be a single stroke of luck - one initial high-profile review, a theme in the book which chimes with something in the news and results in a flurry of unexpected interviews, or even the hard work of individual readers passing news of a book on to each other by word of mouth. This process nearly always requires an excellent book at its centre, but many excellent books with powerful stories to tell about the world also drop through the cracks and disappear before they have had much of a chance. Many of the world's best writers are sadly under-read. So for a debut novelist, and especially for a writer who does not fit straightforwardly into any one nation's literary conversation, the risk is not bad reviews but no reviews at all.

So for a reviewer to sit down ahead of everybody else, read The House at the Edge of Night and take the time to share their opinion, whether they are a professional journalist, a blogger, a reader or another, more established novelist with their own reading and writing to do, is an act of extraordinary generosity. It is an open-minded commitment to discovering and championing new writers, a commitment which no reader is obliged to make. And from writers, in return, it deserves nothing but respect. To hear that someone has connected with your work, and found truth in it, is why we write. So yes, the idea of being reviewed is frightening; yes, sometimes I have to take a deep breath before reading one of the reviews my publishers send to me, even though I know the review is positive; but in reality (mostly*) it's a wonderful thing.

*I wanted to finish by sharing some kind of comic bad review, in the spirit of honesty, but readers of The House at the Edge of Night have been kind to it so far. If I get anything as hilarious as my favourite bad review of my first young adult book ('Write the next one the same only with added dragons and sex scenes please') I will, of course, update you.

One final, unrelated thing this week: I'm very happy also to share this piece I wrote about my #yearinthelifeofawriter Instagram project for penguin.co.uk. I am trying to think about how we as writers can use social media to share honest insights, and to start conversations between readers and writers, so any ideas gratefully received...

All the best,
Catherine
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