| Kevin Braddock: You wrote a piece for Vogue a while back…. Geoff Dyer: [British Vogue’s Features editor] Jo Craven
              called me out of the blue to say did I want to write for Vogue,
              and it ended up being a terrific experience. I was really pleased
              with the piece. It was to go to the Haute Couture shows in Paris.
              I had a fantastic time and they were really pleased with it and
              ran it without any cuts and it was all one of those assignments,
              everybody ended up so happy about, where so easily one or either
              party can be pissed off – the person it’s about, the
              person it’s by, the person who’s publishing it. I was
              handsomely paid, had a great time win Paris – I went with
              the boss, Alexandra Shulman. Almost immediately after Jo called,
              I ran into her at the Venice Biennale the year before last. Super
              glamorous!  In The Missing of The Somme you write a lot about Wilfred
                Owen, who comes from my own home town, Oswestry. You also mention
              you had relatives from Shropshire… One of the really big war poets, Ivor Gurney, is right from where
              I grew up, from where my dad grew up a few miles outside of Cheltenham
              and the Cotswolds. Wilfred Owen from Oswestry. My mum grew up in
              a little village called Werthin, outside Shrewsbury. I can’t
              remember where Oswestry is now in relation to Shrewsbury or Werthin,
              but certainly it’s one of those places whose name was around
              a lot during those years. I liked that idea of these two poets
              who happened to come from the same place as the Dyers did. You often make mention if your ‘non-career’;
              yet the non-career is actually a very successful career. I’d really have to give quite a lengthy explanation of this
              with a lot of historical context. The crucial thing is that I left
              university in 1980, not really knowing what to do, and in the early
              Eighties there was huge unemployment. It was the advent of Thatcherism.
              But at the same time, all the benefit of the welfare state that
              successive Labour governments after the Second World War had set
              up were still in place. So actually, for someone who’d come
              out of Oxford where you go for one tutorial a week, it’s
              quite an easy segue to living on the dole.  When people talked about the Eighties, it was always this booming
              scene in the city and people doing cocaine. But there was the alternative
              counterculture, the fag end of the hippy movement, that was still
              very much alive and thriving. Particular when I moved to Brixton
              and the whole squatting, anarchist, feminist left kind of world
              was a real scene - a great scene. It was very nice to go from Oxford
              to there. All the things were in place to have plenty of time at
              your disposal. The analogy I’d always make would be someone
              wanting to be a writer and living in New York, and of course you’d
              have to wait on tables and that uses up your time. And it’s
              probably more like it is now in Britain where it’s probably
              quite hard to live on the dole for years. Really, it’s not
              so much wanting to be writer as not being sure what you want to
              do. And you need a certain amount of time to get round to writing.
              The important thing to have is that sense of what you don’t
              want to do, and go straight into a career. And also the feeling
              that you have something that you want to say, you want to express
              yourself in some way. It takes a while to come round to working
              out a way to that which is both suitable and available for you.
              At different moments, it might manifest itself a bit differently.  So that’s the historical context. In terms of an autobiographical
              thing, it’s really important – and my wife can’t
              believe I bang on so much about it so much, that if you come from
              a working-class family, the idea of work never seems very attractive.
              It didn’t seem that the jobs my parents did, especially because
              I became a scholarship boy and went to Oxford and stuff, just never
              seemed a very attractive thing. So when I discovered literature,
              I took the values I found quite seriously. That’s to say
              that life isn’t just to get a fleet of premiership footballer-type
              cars and a whopping great telly, but maybe it’s to do with
              some personal growth. It seemed a terrible indictment of the way
              English was taught at Oxford that so many people spend their three
              years doing English and then decide to got to Law school. That
              seems almost a cancellation of the stuff you’d learnt. I
              felt I was so right for that life of some kind of creative leisure:
              not so much indolence. It seemed to be a time to be busy, and actually,
              here was an incredibly nice life being the opposite of busy.  One can read your books in a relatively shallow manner,
                like I do, and assume that everything that’s described is how you’ve
              lived and where you’ve been. You’ve said you write ‘ an
              inch away from life’. How much in the books is what you’ve
              done, where you’ve been and what you’ve thought?  The persona is a somewhat of an invention, but it’s not
              a million miles away from Me. Out of Sheer Rage takes a few aspects
              of what I’m really like and exaggerates them to the extent
              that it ends up quite a distance from what I’m like. The
              method would be not that different from the typical fiction writer.
              The important thing for me is that is that you don’t see
              the joins, really. I’ve done readings where I‘ve read
              the bit about trying to change the rousers when I’m all tripped
              out in Amsterdam. People have been a bit disappointed when I said ‘that
              never actually happened’. That was an anecdote that somebody
              told me had happened to them at Glastonbury. I think it really
              is seamlessly stitched into the story of our day in Amsterdam,
              the rest of which is pretty well not invented. That’s the
              crucial bit of it, the best bit of the story. All I did was change
              the Amsterdam Steve to Amsterdam Dave, because we didn’t
              know him so well. Afterwards he said, why did you change my name?  The first novel, The Colour Of Memory, is so close… let’s
              put it this way, the novels are no further from life than the non-fiction
              is. The Colour Of Memory is almost a straightforward transcription
              of the life I was leading in Brixton in the mid-Eighties.  It’s necessary to classify the kind of books you write – for
              the book trade at least. I browsed in Waterstone’s this afternoon
              and noticed that some were of your books were in the self-help
              category. Self-help is a great category to be in! Did you decide on fiction or non-fiction? It doesn’t bother me, I’m happy for it to be I the
              self -help section, but so often it will end up in the help-yourself
              section, i.e. the books that have fallen so completely through
              any kind of market safety net that they have no value at all. But
              it means nothing to me when I’m writing or how I go about
              writing. If I was writing a scene of you and I talking, I’d
              be doing it in a slightly different way to if I was writing an
              essay. However, it’s just writing to me. I would be, in some
              weird way that its too pious, I hope, contemptuous of anyone who
              had any idea of what is gonna result from this writing. Dictated
              to one purpose or another. Thinking I’m gonna write this
              kind of books because it will sell so much… there’s
              nothing really wrong in that, but I take a dim view of it. The
              act of the writing books is just – I just do that and then
              there comes a point when the book is going to come out and then
              other people make decisions. So in America it looked like Yoga
              For People Who Can’t Be Bothered To Do It was going to be
              published as fiction and non-fiction over here. What was in the
              books didn’t change, but the way it was perceived would have
              been changed totally.  As it tuned out they both released it as non-fiction. But it could
              have gone either way. So it’s not a problem for me, but it
              is a problem for the publisher, so then it becomes a problem for
              me because I like to say in this rather confident, arrogant way ‘I
              just do the writing’. But then if the book only sells two
              copies, I seethe and feel as hard done by as the next person.  So this idea this idea of what kind of book it is such a huge
              thing because of the expectations that people approach the book
              with. It’s very rare to go to a book and think, Is this a
              good book? Instead, you’re saying, Does this conform to my
              idea of this kind of books, and your assessment of its merit will
              be based on how large or small that gap is – between your
              idea of what a particular form of book should be, and where this
              particular instance is in relation to it. But these things are
              getting more flexible now. Some people have been able to exploit
              this quite cleverly. In my view a not very good writer like Bruce
              Chatwin got a lot of mileage out of whether The Songlines was a
              novel or not. And also WG Sebald, there’s quite a lot of
              debate about that. But typically, everybody is more comfortable
              with something they know what to do with. Is this a novel? And
              once it’s a novel, publishers can predict quite accurately
              what percentage of the population it is of going to be of interest
              to. For me I felt that for ages I went from one subject-defined
              ghetto to the next. The jazz books came out: ok this is interesting
              to jazz people. Oh! A war poets book, a First World War book -
              military history. And there was very little overlap of readership
              because there it was by the person who wrote the jazz books. That’s
              only just starting to happen now, and people are aware that this
              is a rather interesting body of work.  You’ve pursued your own interests in remembrance, Thailand,
              jazz, the war poets… do you feel ‘the market’ is
              beginning to meet you half way? I think that is happening. None of the books have been very great
              commercial successes, let’s suppose that one of them had
              been, then maybe there would have been an overlap. Since that hasn’t
              been the case, it’s happened late in the day, and now people
              are looking back and going ok, this is interesting. Maybe they
              read Yoga... hopefully would be surprised to see that it’s
              by the same guy who wrote the jazz books. I can see all sorts of
              similarities between them, but the important thing is that it’s
              not just as diversity of subject matter. You could write a book
              about gardening and then one about space travel in exactly the
              same way. But there is a real change in form and style between
              one book and the next and in retrospect that degree of variation
              constitutes and ongoing thing. The consistency is in the variation. Have you lived in all the places you mention in your books? Oh sure… Traditionally, this is what writers do. Or at least it’s
              what DH Lawrence did. Can writing in that respect be considered
              a career if you’re living an itinerant life?  I wouldn’t call it a career, I’d call it a life. I’m
              so hostile to the idea of a career, on many levels. One reason
              is that if you’ve got a career, it’s nearly always
              under the control of someone else. At any moment it can be terminated
              or set back by someone else. Whereas if you’ve got a life,
              it’s completely yours. It’s up to me what I make of
              it. Somebody said that I was a successful writer and I thought,
              Oh that’s nice. And then I realised I’d been as successful
              writer since 1989 in that I’ve done whatever I wanted without
              any regard for what publishers might want, for whether a book might
              sell. It’s perhaps not unusual for someone who writes a book
              and it’s a big-selling thing that they then might have to
              think they have to duplicate it. The absolute lack of any commercial
              success with the books - I don’t think I’d have fallen
              prey to this anyway – but because the books sold so badly,
              none of the publishers gave a toss that I went from writing whatever
              it was to jumping ship and writing about the First World War. It
              wasn’t as if I kissed goodbye to a huger readership I’d
              attracted with the previous book. I think I’m too selfish
              to have been bothered with any pressure that was brought to bear
              by a publisher. I did hear from a friend that she was under some
              kind of pressure form a publisher to write this kind of book. It’s
              ludicrous to me. They are there to publish. The idea of doing something
              to keep a publisher happy is just completely anathema to me. Goodness…  In some weird way a lack of commercial success – and I do
              believe this – I think it kept me young. I was always living
              like a student. It certainly never felt like any kinds of hardship
              at all. The scrimping and saving I seemed a minute price to pay
              for the huge benefit of freedom it gave me. So I jumped ship and
              having been a member of the leisure class - that’s to say
              living on the dole, quite happily – I then became a member
              of the international leisure class. Not with huge amounts of money.
              There’s an exemplary letter from DH Lawrence that says something
              like, ‘often my wife and I made do on £100 a year and
              I kick around Europe as I please and I spit in the face of anyone
              who insults me.’ It’s very easy to keep delaying that
              freedom – waiting until you have really made it in some way,
              but of course typically, you can start that much earlier than you
              think. Then how do you define success? In a very simple way – to be doing what you want. Again
              it’s Lawrence who was quite keen on this. The idea of never
              needing a holiday because you’re always on holiday and to
              completely do away with that difference between work and leisure,
              so all you’re really doing is leading your life, spending
              all your time doing what you want. People have this idea that to
              what they really want to do is retire. But you realise quite quickly
              that you get bored. However attractive it might seem, you really
              don’t want to spend your life retiring to the Costa Del Sol
              and drinking whatever is by the pool like in Sexy Beast. And equally,
              to take it to a more Bohemian level, you don’t what to lie
              around smoking pot all day. You want to begin having a life and
              reading, doing a bit of work. Work is important because it’s
              difficult writing but at the end of the year you’ve spent
              writing a book and you’ve done it to the best of you ability,
              irrespective of what other people say… I would recommend
              the afterglow, because you’ve come to a great sense of your
              limits and what you’re capable of. Just really taxing yourself.
              It’s really difficult writing books. It’s quite difficult
              to write a shitty book. It’s nearly impossible to write a
              really good one.. How does is become apparent when you’ve found the
              subject you want to write about?  That’s a really good question. The first thing and sad thing
              to say is that I was interested in more things when I was younger.
              So I’d been interested in the First world War for a long
              time, and it wasn’t a surprise when I ended up writing a
              book about it. When I wrote the books about jazz, I didn't know
              a lot about jazz. I really loved it and in that weird way of being
              confident when you’re younger. I remember thinking ‘I’m
              going to write a really great book about jazz,’ and it didn’t
              bother me that there were all these people around who’d written
              books about jazz and knew more about it that I did. And recently
              when I was thinking of writing a book about photography – relatively
              speaking I know much more about that than jazz - as I got older
              I was much less confident about it. Before the exact moment I decide
              to write about something, there’s a long period when I’m
              just passively interested in something. Then I become actively
              interested in it. And then I think I would like to write a book
              about this as a way of fixing in my mind what it is about it that
              got to me, what it was about the First World War. But then there’s
              a further stage when I’m so resistant to the awful effort
              of committing myself to it. But then I do that thing of getting
              to grips with something and reading all I can about photography.  That’s the thing about the Oxford educational system. Each
              week you do an author and it turns out to be quite easy to know
              what you need to know to become familiar with the field. What you
              than have to bring to the table is some originality or quirk that
              the experts don’t have, and quite often that quirk you bring
              is precisely to the fact that you are coming to it afresh. And
              interest in a particular subject me has often begun with and experience
              of places. The First world War book was so specifically occasioned
              by going to the cemeteries on the Somme. Ruins, that stared in
              Rome. If I hadn’t started travelling I’d have run out
              of things much more quickly than I have.  In your writing you often describe things that are so
                obvious they’ve become all but invisible. There is a quality of looking
              outside of the frame of normal vision – to some degree you
              notice and describe things that are missing as much as those that
              are present.  That’s a real wager isn’t it? The First World War
              for example: what does it mean to us now. You can imagine somebody
              from a newspaper commissioning and article on that. The thing that
              I believe absolutely is that that if you are going to achieve any
              kind of universal value, in response to question, it’s about
              being really faithful to the vagaries of your own nature and the
              peculiarities and specificities of your own experience. It’s
              only buy doing that that you arrive at the universal thing.  Why is it a wager? It’s that, you have to have that confidence. Out Of Sheer
              Rage is about Lawrence, obviously, but it’s also about a
              my wavering and prevaricating. In a sense it doesn’t matter
              that it’s not about Lawrence. It could be about your attempt
              to build a scale model of the HMS Victory. The experience of being in Thailand, taking drugs and getting
              off with someone you describe in Yoga… is so common an experience
              as to be not really considered worthy of recording. On line sticks
              in my head from the passage: ‘we continued sitting.’ This
              describes exactly what happens in Thailand – the continued
              act of sitting around while nothing happens…  The time that I was recoding in Thailand was a peak experience
              and a blissfully happy time. And that sitting around was part of
              that happiness. There were plenty of times during that trip that
              I was so aware that this was really idyllic and fantastic. Because
              every detail of it was fantastic, there was nothing you want to
              be improved. I wasn’t dissatisfied.  It is far easier to describe drudgery than happiness?  Paris Trance was my books about happiness. It could have been
              My Idea Of Happiness. I wanted to address in that book what happiness
              meant to this guy. It described this life of absolute bliss that
              he lives. Fitzgerald was interested in this stuff as well. It happens
              that they guy’s experience is bound up with ecstasy, and
              he’s completely in love with this wonderful woman and they’re
              having this great time, and then he realised that he’s had
              his great time and he has no interest in moving to the next great
              time.. It’s always interested me, this idea of trying to
              fix happiness. There’s a famous lines from an American poet: ‘happiness
              writes white’. So let’s see if it’s possible
              not to write white.  You refer often to your ‘ongoing debt’ to
                John Berger. Can you talk about the influence his writing had
              on you? I left university having done English and it was all so boring
              reading criticism. A real let-down about how English becomes doing
              criticism. When I left I got into European stuff like Foucault.
              It was great writing but they weren’t writing novels. There
              was Raymond Williams and he was a huge thing for me, and though
              he was writing novels, he was someone who came out of an academic
              tradition, and then there was Berger who was writing all these
              different kinds of books that had this incredible originality,
              was writing all these books that completely did away with the idea
              of the specialist and expert and the ever-narrowing field of focus.
              And also, very importantly, he made the boring paintings of men
              in ruffs seem interesting. A whole world opened up and I particularly
              liked the way your aesthetic experience wasn’t just something
              that happened in a university department, but was completely bound
              up with how you were living your life. So often he would be writing
              about what happened to him on his way to see a Holbein in a particular
              place. I really like that thing of the lived and the experiential,
              all bound up together. I just really liked it, I particularly like
              this way of imaginative writing which was also a form of critical
              writing and also maybe a form of fiction; fiction that was a discursive,
              and essayistic way of writing that was a form of storytelling.
              I never felt that drawn to writing proper ‘bicycle race’ novels
              an Kundera calls them. Then when we got to know each other and he was so fantastically
              encouraging. Just a model, really. It was also important that he
              wasn’t an academic. He was completely at the mercy of his
              existence as a writer. Berger has had these big changes in his
              life, a huge shift from being seen as a modernist intellectual
              to writing about peasants. I like the method of immersing himself
            in that other world.  Then will you be staying in Camden? There’s no doubt in my mind I should be living in San Francisco,
              and I’m not. Apart from seeing my mum and dad every now and
              then, I’d never leave California. It’s got everything
              I want. Whereas at least from London, you’re perfectly placed
              for the European city break, or indeed to fly off anywhere in the
              world, on a day to day basis, most of what’s going on I find
              I have to avert my eyes from. London, I find, is so much question
              of, ‘I don’t want to look there anymore’. This
              is just the place I happen to be.  What will you do next?  I’m going through the phase of not being sure what my next
              big interest is going to be. Let’s take the worst case scenario
              in which I never found anything I wanted to write a book about.
              Well that’s fine. Many people said suggest you’ve got
              something in you and you can’t get it out. For me I’ve
              always written when I’ve had something to say, and not when
              I hadn’t. So I’ve gone through quite long phases only
              writing about stuff that happened to come my way. I would like
              to a write a version of Death In Venice that takes placed during
              the Venice Biennale.  How do you write? Computer. I had my old laptop, it and I were one. It was my writing
              machine. My wife persuaded me to go from PC to Apple. It’s
              great. It’s become everything but my writing machine. It’s
              a music thing, photos… I think it was better for me to have
              this crappy thing that all I did was write on. Not is this thing
              that I’m meant to be concentrating on. So I dunno. Certainly
              I make notes when I got to places. As long as I’ve got a
              table and a chair I can do it anywhere, assuming the vital psychological
              conditions had been met, which is a whole different kettle of fish.  What do you do when you can’t write? I potter around. There’s a lot of opportunity for electronic
              pottering around. I could happily potter away the next 20 years.
              There are days I have now where I play tennis at 12, have a shower … it’s
              certainly no problem killing time.  © Kevin Braddock 2005                |