Caribbean Beat — January/February 2019 (#155)
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into the wider world, you encounter this<br />
curiosity frequently. You have to explain<br />
where you’re from, where Trinidad is,<br />
why you speak English, why you are the<br />
colour you are. I’ve never been bothered<br />
by this <strong>—</strong> on the contrary, I’ve seen it as<br />
a privilege. I’ve always felt, ask me where<br />
I’m from!<br />
I<br />
left Trinidad at eighteen and went to<br />
university in the States. I did physics<br />
<strong>—</strong> I found it very demanding, but I<br />
stuck it out. At Brown University, there’s<br />
no core curriculum: outside of the<br />
classes required for your major, you<br />
just take whatever courses you want.<br />
It was like being in a sweet shop! I<br />
want that, and that, and that! So I did<br />
some neuroscience, some cognitive<br />
science, I learned Italian. Literature<br />
was always on my mind. It was sort<br />
of a push-pull. Physics or literature?<br />
But I found the literature classes I<br />
took fairly baffling. They seemed<br />
to make connections that I found<br />
tenuous, and reach conclusions, and<br />
then announce the conclusions as if<br />
they were some sort of fact. Coming<br />
from physics, I just couldn’t follow<br />
this at all. I was like: you started on<br />
A, which was just a hypothesis, and<br />
we’ve ended up on Z, but nobody has<br />
ever proved that A was true in the<br />
first place!<br />
I lived in Ireland for a year after<br />
finishing university. I’ve always felt<br />
very welcome in Ireland, but I never<br />
introduce myself as Irish. I always<br />
explain that my mother is Irish, but<br />
I grew up in Trinidad, and I’ve been<br />
living in London for a long time: it’s a bit<br />
long-winded, but at least it’s accurate.<br />
For years, I kept notebooks, filled with<br />
stuff <strong>—</strong> journal notes, attempts at stories,<br />
phrases, snippets. I was always writing<br />
something <strong>—</strong> that was always a sort of<br />
parallel to whatever else was happening<br />
in my life. But when I came to writing<br />
more seriously, I came at it from the point<br />
of view of rolling up my sleeves and thinking,<br />
OK, how do I figure this out. I joined<br />
various writing workshops, and I did a<br />
creative writing MA in London. I found<br />
the workshop groups very useful, because<br />
they were data. You write a piece, and<br />
you get, say, twelve responses. Some<br />
people would feel very hurt if they got bad<br />
feedback, but I never felt like that. I was<br />
like, this is great data! I said to people,<br />
don’t just tell me what you liked, tell me<br />
what you hated.<br />
I started working seriously on my writing<br />
after I had children. I had the sense of<br />
time running out. It took about five years<br />
to write Golden Child, with longish gaps<br />
between drafts. It felt slow, and although<br />
I never seriously considered giving up,<br />
I occasionally wished I’d never started,<br />
because it was so much harder than I<br />
expected! But I knew, from reading about<br />
other writers’ experiences, that this is not<br />
at all unusual.<br />
My agent sent Golden Child out to<br />
British publishers first, and I was settling<br />
in for a long wait, because sometimes<br />
it’s like that. But we had an offer within<br />
a couple of days, a pre-empt from Faber.<br />
And shortly after that, Hogarth offered on<br />
it in the US. It’s all been very exciting. I<br />
feel very lucky.<br />
I<br />
wish I had a writing routine. In practice,<br />
mostly I wash dishes, do laundry, and<br />
drive my kids around. For years, it’s<br />
been a running joke in my family that I<br />
keep setting my alarm clock for 5 am,<br />
in the hope that I can get up and do an<br />
hour’s writing before the day starts. The<br />
sad reality is that I’m just not a morning<br />
person at all.<br />
If I make any progress on new work,<br />
it tends to be at night. I can work happily<br />
until 2 or 3 am. Things that looked chaotic<br />
and muddled at 4 pm become perfectly<br />
clear at midnight.<br />
Writing Golden Child, I used to trawl<br />
the TT newspapers online, following links,<br />
watching YouTube videos. I usually wasn’t<br />
looking for anything specific, just trying to<br />
immerse myself in that world again. I used<br />
to download photos, and I have a file<br />
of probably hundreds of photos of<br />
Trinidadian scenes. I found this part<br />
really hard, of having to sort of mentally<br />
be in Trinidad, and sometimes<br />
feel a great longing and nostalgia<br />
<strong>—</strong> which would remain unfulfilled,<br />
because I knew I wouldn’t go back<br />
to live there <strong>—</strong> and yet physically be<br />
somewhere else.<br />
I’ve been living outside Trinidad<br />
for over twenty years now. At first,<br />
I went back every year, and then it<br />
was every few years. But since my<br />
parents moved to London, I haven’t<br />
been back, and mentally it feels like<br />
a big shift. It’s a strange halfway<br />
position to be in <strong>—</strong> and many other<br />
people are in a similar place <strong>—</strong> of<br />
having a “home” place which is far<br />
away and kind of belongs to the past,<br />
and becoming less and less accessible<br />
as each year passes <strong>—</strong> and yet<br />
on the other hand not feeling that<br />
the place where you are currently<br />
is “home,” either. But I don’t sit here<br />
agonising about it <strong>—</strong> this has come<br />
about because of choices I have made.<br />
And it helps that this is a common experience:<br />
there are so many of us now who are<br />
in this position. n<br />
Claire Adam’s debut novel, Golden<br />
Child (Faber, UK; SJP for Hogarth,<br />
US) tells the story of a family quietly<br />
surviving in rural Trinidad in the<br />
1980s. Twin teenage brothers Peter<br />
and Paul could not be less alike.<br />
When the latter goes walking in the<br />
bush one day and doesn’t come<br />
home, his father Clyde is faced with<br />
a life-changing decision .<br />
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