Viva Brighton Issue #59 January 2018
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COLUMN<br />
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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
“Did you actually think that at the time? Or is<br />
it something you made up afterwards to try to<br />
sound clever?”<br />
My son has caught the tail end of an interview I’ve<br />
been doing to promote my new book. I was saying<br />
something about the story being a metaphor for<br />
life. Son is rolling his eyes but his question is fair,<br />
damn him!<br />
When I wrote the book, I was just writing a story. It<br />
was only having finished that I began to reflect on<br />
what it was really about. My intentions only became<br />
clear with hindsight, which I realise is both an<br />
oxymoronic and pretentious sentence.<br />
I think most of us, when questioned about the paths<br />
we’ve taken and decisions we’ve made, are able to<br />
say with some clarity, after the event, why we did<br />
this or decided that.<br />
But if you’d been asked before, things would have<br />
seemed less clear.<br />
People ask: ‘When did you begin writing?’<br />
And I reply that I’ve always written: that I wrote a<br />
novel about a family abducted by dinosaurs when<br />
I was eight, short stories all through my teens,<br />
that I was diverted by journalism in my twenties<br />
and journalism plus kids in my thirties but in my<br />
forties I finally started writing the novels that were<br />
always inside me just waiting to be hatched, like the<br />
dinosaurs in the book I wrote when I was eight.<br />
I make it sound like it was always a plan, that from<br />
the age of eight I knew I wanted to be a writer and<br />
that everything in between was a process of getting<br />
there. But none of that is really true, or at least not<br />
what I really thought at the time.<br />
I did write a dinosaur book when I was eight but it<br />
was more like an appointments diary with dinosaur<br />
walk-on parts.<br />
Wed. Went to the dentist. Brontosauruses in<br />
waiting room.<br />
Mon. Back to school. Pterodactyl in playground.<br />
Not much imagination or any sign of early talent.<br />
Really it was the talent of a colleague at the Sunday<br />
Times who spurred me to write novels. His novel<br />
was Sainsbury’s ‘Book of the Month’ and I had<br />
to push past crowds looking at it when I went<br />
shopping. I was jealous and when I tried to elicit<br />
some sort of supportive comment from my husband<br />
he just said: “If you never write your novel it will<br />
never be published or be a book of the month.”<br />
So I started. My first novel was sold in Tesco, with<br />
a discount if you also bought cheese, the kind of<br />
promotion I was after all along, or so I said in the<br />
retelling of events.<br />
My point is, when this mag’s editor said write about<br />
plans, I know she wanted something about the year<br />
ahead. But I always work backwards.<br />
Wait till it’s over and I know what’s happened and<br />
then I’ll make up something clever to say, as if that’s<br />
what I planned all along.<br />
Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)<br />
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