Sam Smith and Erik Ryman Have A Quick Chat
We thought for our second AttA interview, that we'd get a couple of grumpy old men, to counteract the fragrant sweetness of the first installment, the man of letters Sam Smith talking to the man of sorts Erik Ryman...
Sam Smith: When, Erik, did you decide that being a serial killer wasn't for you?
Erik Ryman: I think it was probably the same time that I realised that I was quite squeamish and that even the mention of 'blood' or 'needles' or 'ligatures' makes me feel faint. Obviously, it was quite a disappointment - you build these ambitions in your mind for years, after all - but I threw myself into women's clothes instead and haven't really looked back
How about you, any homicidal tendencies?
SS: Homicidal urges rather than tendencies. Naturally I wanted to cause Blair and Brown substantial amounts of pain - just so they'd come some way to experiencing the reality of what they have caused by their slavish following of Bush, Cheyney, Wolfovitz et al in their aggressive foreign policies. But then, having renditioned them into a bloody mass, I realised that I would, of course, be as them. Bit like the infantile Israel/Palestine reprisal for reprisal state of affairs. So I talked myself into nullity once again.
What I would really liked to have done - violently - would have been to get in the ring with that poser Norman Mailer. But he done and went and got old and feeble and then inconsiderately died before I carried enough literary weight to have been a contender for the title of pugilistic bullshitter. Oh how I would have liked to take a pop at him....
Sorry the old fantasy reasserted itself.
You fantasised about removing any literary scalps?
ER: I must admit I've always had a desire to give Salman Rushdie a bit of a kicking, mainly due to the days of my life I've wasted on reading his books. Though I'm hardly alone in that. Then there is Enid Blyton, of course, for the Mr Pinkwhistle books which I spent many years believing to be true. And if I'm totally honest, all of the writers who are better than me, which is far too big a number to comprehend.
And includes you for 'End of Science Fiction' and 'Rooms & Dialogues' to name just two, so OUTSIDE SMITH. LET'S BE 'AVING YOU.
SS: Sorry, Erik, wouldn't do my street cred any good to be seen tussling with a man who wears frocks. You'll just have to bite back your anger.
Must admit I never had a credibility problem with Enid Blyton: Noddy just wouldn't have found a place, even as victim, in any scabby-kneed gang of mine. But I agree with you about the Salman waste of time. One of those writers I define as too-clever-by-half. By which I mean that - if we say that all literature is a collaboration twixt writer and reader - then, rather than collaborate with their readers, academics like Salman simply write to impress. And yet very little that they write seems to stick. Quote me one memorable sentence by Salman. In fact we could update the Simon Said game,,,, Salman said... oh, I forget.
But it wasn't that I despised Mailer for his writing, nor for his political activism, but for that peculiarly American macho-posturing. Like Hemingway being chased by some bullocks through Pamplona. Plain silly. Gore Vidal's Myra Breckenridge[sic] is more my kind of American hero. And I just loved James Baldwin. The imagination of the man, given his sexuality, nationality and colour, to have written Giovanni's Room.... Now there was a writer who collaborated with his reader.
You have said who didn't inspire you. Who would you say was the writer you would have liked to have been? Or The Book that you would have liked to have written?
ER: No, I understand what you mean about Mailer and Hemingway, and I love Vidal's American series books - think I learned more about America from them than anything. Especially as I read them at the same time as 'On The Road' and all those Steinbeck books.
Writers who inspire? Obvious ones are Kafka and oddly Camus, Orwell I love because it is about ideas rather than art - simple clear writing, but so much to think about. More recently, I kind of 'found' Murakami and Andrey Kurkov, both of whom make me laugh for different reasons. And ifI had to pick one book I wish I'd written, it would have to be 'House of Leaves' by Mark Z. Danielewski. He isn't exactly a writer than collaborates, but sometimes it is nice to be led or puzzled. A lot of times it is poets or film makers or music as much as other books and writers that set me off on something. God's Game was all about chaos theory and Jean Renoir's films, Doctor Mooze came from listening to Linkin Park on MTV. How about you though. Your work is so varied it is hard to pigeon-hole you. How can you go from Apostrophe Combe to Rooms & Dialogues, or End of... to Friar Otto? Are you a writer or a poet at heart?
SS: Content dictates both form & genre. As in your tsetsefly chronicles and Dr Mooze. In tstsefly you employed a psychotic's scrawl, while Doctor Mooze purported to be a blog. And like your bad self - I assume - I no longer see myself as The Writer but as a conduit for my writing. In other words the writing is more important than myself as author. But unlike you I stick to my own name for all my writing - being a Smith it's as good anyway as being anonymous.
Even with poetry I always, even if it doesn't work out, look to making a book of the poems. Canoe ended up as a chapbook, but the one I'm working on now - Scenes from a Country Life - has almost reached the - unedited - 200 page mark. And where Friar Otto could only be written in epistolary fashion, my next historical - the as yet unpublished Friendship of Dagda and Tinker Howth - could only be written with myself as author very much present within the Elizabethan tale. My next Skrev collection, An Atheist's Alphabetical Approach to Death, has a different format again. While the novel I'm working on at the moment, Something's Wrong, purports to be transcripts of recordings made by someone diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic.
Given our attraction to the odd and the outsider, and given your reading and viewing material, I'll make another assumption - that the intent of both our writing is to cause disquiet, to discomfit, to have the reader look again, to reconsider... Am I right?
ER: Content dictating the form is probably true, though I hadn't thought about that too much. Certainly with tsetsefly & Mooze I made a big effort to write them very quickly and in the first. Without sounding a total twat, I guess they were both about getting into a persona and living it almost in real time. Method writing. Most of tsetsefly is true in a way though, and the fact it was published printed in hand-written capitals was due to me writing it by hand in capitals in crayon in the first place. I wanted the book to catch that violence and madness... Scariest thing about it was how easily it came of course. I haven't brought myself to read it since.
Yes, I think making people think at least twice is important to me. I tend to write in riddles and layer it up to the hilt and if it can make people worry a little bit here and there or feel uncomfortable, all the better. The same with using different pen-names - people keep talking about authors being brands, but I've always liked the whole idea of the author being a character in their own right. So Panton di Villa and Erik Ryman appear in their own books, but equally are the author and have their own space, outside of the covers. Author and book are really all part of the same story, so how the books are promoted is as much a part of the real story as Panton's diary or Ryman's letters to God. I like that side of things, messing with the natural order, just hope nobody mistakes it for Martin Amis ego...
You certainly make me feel lazy - I have only just finished something - Doggone - for the first time in about five years, and then it is a novella. Though I added some side-notes to the Nenko Joretsu 'TM' book, which I hate to admit were somewhat inspired by the reading notes in Rooms & Dialogues. Nothing to match the hummingbird line though.
Somethings Wrong and The Atheists Alphabet sound interesting, I'll look forward to reading them, and I am going to get a copy of Canoe - I saw that last week on the Erbacce site..
Is Corkish as barking as he seems? Maybe I should chase him up, see if he wants to publish a novella...
SS: With an ego that size no-one else could be mistaken for Martin son-of-Kingsley Amis, a man risen to such giddy heights on his talent alone. At the polar opposite end of the political spectrum, you have a man of true principle, Alan Corkish. A writer who also knows how to write a readable review. I'll send you a copy of the latest Journal, just for his review. As to whether erbacce would entertain your novella.... one never knows until one tries.
I think that's about it. You're not a serial killer manque, sublimating your homicidal urges into literature; and I'm.... well.... My English teacher at Totnes Grammar called me a Stoke Gabriel yob. I've moved around a bit, but otherwise I don't think I've changed that much.
ER: Yes Mr Corkish is a fine reviewer and writer - his scouse future novel is quite excellent, and I liked the ambition of his poetry collection a few years back, even if the typography gave me a headache. Top bloke from the right (correct) side of the fence..
Its been fun Mr Smith, and those 3 books I look forward to reading
