Over the Border
For the last twenty years I’ve had pinned above my desk a quote from Lawrence Durrell’s ‘Justine’ about the role – and consolation – of his work.Borders. I’ve always been drawn to borders, to the horizon, to the place just out of sight. I want to know the next valley, the next country, the next moment. I reach for it, and if it’s beyond my grasp, if it’s a place lost in time or yet to come, then I imagine it.
Imagine. In my writing I tread the border between observed and imagined worlds. To tell my stories I develop characters, select and tailor experience, arrange the action to give the narrative shape and momentum. My aim is to make places and people more accessible, to engender empathy, to enable readers to step over a border and so to draw together – on the page at least – our divided worlds.
I do not pretend to be an impartial observer. All my stories begin with a feeling, a memory, a quest or an obsession. I start each book by digging into myself. My beginnings are intuitive rather than intellectual. I pair emotion with curiosity, the inner world with the outer world. I feel myself into another place, another time, another life.
Like most writers, I want to catch hold of the present moment, to acknowledge our one-and-only life by marking it, both to live it and to observe the living of it.
‘Only there, in the silences of the painter or the writer can reality be reordered, reworked and made to show its significant side. Our common actions in reality are simply the sackcloth covering which hides the cloth-of-gold – the meaning of the pattern.’
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