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The 12-year Writing Odyssey: an interview with Karen Maitland

After a gap of twelve years since her award-winning debut novel The White Room, author Karen Maitland has returned with Company of Liars – an historical tale of secrecy, magic, and the terrible events of the Black Death. Calliope’s Sarah Fisher finds out how Karen got her start as a writer, what inspires her, and the lessons we can learn from Medieval England.

Company of Liars opens as an inn keeper and various villagers consider the best way to kill someone dangerous. The Black Death looms over the country - almost halving the population of medieval Britain.

Set in 1348 the story follows a camelot - a scarred peddler of holy relics who is travelling through rain and storms trying to outrun the bubonic plague which has reached England from Europe. Along the way he teams up with a mysterious band of travellers, all with dark secrets of their own, including a magician, a couple on the run, and a sinister rune-reading young girl.

Camelot feeds on fear and superstition at religious shrines, selling fake relics and potions for protection against the plague.

“I wanted people to think that, OK, it’s the Middle Ages, but actually people haven’t changed that much,” says Maitland. “Now they’d probably be selling Calvin Klein fakes instead.”

When the story idea came to her, she saw a Black Death-shaped hole in the fiction market.

“When the plague has been done before, it’s been from the perspective of a town or village,” she explains. “Travellers had a much different experience than those in a village where people were secure in their homes.”

Indeed, the absence of home is a definite theme of the novel, as the travellers use a horse-drawn cart as their only steady means of shelter, stopping in caves and abandoned barns along the way. With a pregnant woman in the group, and a wanted man, the heavy rains and fear of disease make the journey difficult at best – an opposite experience to reading the book in the comfort of a home armchair!

“Finding home did become an important strand in the novel,” the author, now settled in the city of Lincoln, admits. “It probably stems from the fact that I’ve never really had a base, I’ve always moved throughout childhood and adulthood.”

Denied the chance for a decent education as a youngster due to undiagnosed dyslexia it was her great aunt’s love of historical storytelling that fuelled her love of the past: “That generation had a natural gift for storytelling.”

Like many people of her generation – Maitland is in her early 50s – she was left behind educationally because of the dyslexia, a condition which she now considers an advantage.

“Dyslexics view words in a different way from others; we have a natural bent towards language. Now I view it as a positive gift.” Laughing, she adds, “Though it was a positive pain as a child.”

Leaving school without any real qualifications, and running through a series of jobs, she ended up in Northern Ireland at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Belfast. There she discovered a scheme that gave an outlet for her creative energies: after working for the emergency services she was awarded a grant by the hospital to attend the University of Ulster where she was finally able to continue her education, studying human communication before going on to get her PhD in psycholinguistics.

She ended up in Nigeria and witnessed the country descend into a bloody civil war. What she experienced inspired her first novel The White Room, which was published in 1996 and short-listed for the Author Clubs Best First Novel award the following year.

“It was a futuristic thriller,” she says of her first stab at fiction writing, which confronts the topic of terrorism head on through the eyes of a young girl. “I wanted to explore what would happen if terrorism came to mainland England, which at the time it hadn’t. Sadly, a lot of what happened, which people said at the time couldn’t, has happened.”

What followed was a decade of struggling to find the time and resources to write a sophomore novel.

“I always wanted to write fiction, but with setting yourself up as a writer you have to take the work where people will actually pay you. I got loads of writing commissions [after The White Room] which all turned out to be creative non-fiction.”

Writing for the National Rural Touring Forum in 2002, inspiration for Company of Liars hit after spending three months travelling the country to promote rural arts.

“I travelled with them in an unheated van, in the middle of winter, for miles in the dark on country roads,” she recalls. “We’d arrive on the other end with promises of somewhere to eat then discover the pub chef had gone off to play darts that night! It made me think what it must be like to travel from village to village, never knowing what you’d find.”

Like any good author will do Maitland exhaustively researched her subject matter and a story so rich in historical detail required that extra effort, including travelling to the small villages and towns mentioned in the tale. She’s done her research well, filling the novel with a sense of place and time that is so important to the story, even to the most trivial of details. To research kites, which were as plenty in 1348 as pigeons are today, Maitland visited a kite colony in Wales to watch how they interacted – all for just one small paragraph in the novel.

“If you don’t get it right, then someone will tell you! There’s no substitute for actually being in a country chapel and listening to the sounds,” Maitland advises young writers. “As I started to write other things would come up, such as how the characters would dress, how their clothes would be buttoned or stitched.”

She made a conscious decision to modernise one aspect of Medieval England however – the language. Forced to read Chaucer in school, she describes it as like a foreign language, putting a barrier between author and reader, and chose to create authentic characters rather than authentic medieval language. She drew on every day interactions with people to create her heroes (and anti-heroes), and says any random encounter can provide inspiration.

“I was interviewing a chap in a cafe for a non fiction book I was writing,” she recounts. “The interview was going fine until I asked him about his boss. His fingers tightened around his coffee cup until they went white! It was just one line for a character, but it gave me a basis for a characteristic.”

Writing can even be used for some personal justice: “We’ve all met bullies, and one of the great things about writing is that people you’ve disliked in real life – you can give them a horrible, sticky end!” Which is something she’s certainly done in Company of Liars, offing characters in unexpected and sometimes brutal ways.

So what inspired this educationally unqualified dyslexic to turn to writing?

“We didn’t have a TV, so I loved going to bed,” she remembers. “I loved shutting the door and making up stories in the dark. Later in life I had a burning desire to write a story.”

As most writers find, getting her first novel published was a struggle, with the usual amount of rejections (“I can see why, because it was never going to be a commercial success.”). She managed to have The White Room published by a regional publisher, and winning the Author Clubs Best First Novel award in 1997 was a first for a regional publishers. After the long gap between novels, she realised she would need an agent to sell Company of Liars and managed to get a meeting with an agent at the Historical Writers Society. Maitland advises attending literary festivals and joining genre societies to make connections with agents and publishers.

“It’s getting harder and harder to send work in cold. But at the end of the day it actually comes down to sheer luck really – that the right manuscript lands on the right desk on the right day.”

Company of Liars is out now in the U.K., published by Michael Joseph Ltd, and will be released in the U.S.A. on September 30, 2008, by Delacorte Press.

Maitland’s next novel is a prequel to Company of Liars set 25 years before the plague, in a claustrophobic village taunted by their own belief in a medieval monster, called The Owl Killers. To be released in the U.K. in January 2009.

May 2008 issue of Calliope

May 15, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | 'Books are like lobster shells', Calliope, Culture vulture | , , , , | No Comments

He’s a Maaan

I posted a link to this earlier, but having now figured out how to add videos directly onto NuggetofTruth I thought it was time to post it properly because it’s awesome.

PS. Jack Russells naturally shake.

May 13, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | 1, Culture vulture | , , , | No Comments

Defending free speech

Here is a link to various interviews with Mark Steyn - my favourite columnist who is sly of wit, sharp of tongue, and strange of accent. He’s currently being persecuted by the liberal crazies in Canada for commiting the ‘crime’ of ‘causing offence’ to Muslims - consequently he is quite rightly creating as much publicity about this as he is able to, highlighting their real crime of attempting to restrict his freedom of speech.

The minute people are no longer allowed to voice their opinions then public debate has been brought to a halt and intolerance replaces freedom, shrouded in the disguise of ‘tolerance’.

Mark’s website, containing his articles and blurbs: SteynOnline

May 13, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | For What It's Worth | , , , , , | No Comments

U Can’t Touch This

I meant to post this a while ago, but check out this little slice of Welsh heaven.

PS. I’m incredibly excited to have learned how to post videos!

May 12, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | Culture vulture | , , | No Comments

Warwick Avenue - Duffy

This is my little tribute to many happy months spent at the London School of Journalism, leaving the Bakerloo line at Warwick Avenue every day; exit right, past the smiley fellow who would greet me with a, ‘Good morning, and how are you today?’. (Yes, there was a grumpy man who inflated my rage on a particularly frustrating morning by making me wait two minutes before letting me through the gates when my ticket didn’t work and I was already running ten minutes late, but he was the bad banana in a pleasant bunch.)*

Mercy was fine, but Duffy’s follow up single really showcases her soulfull voice and personal songwriting talents. She even manages to hold our interest in a three minute video of just her tearful self, a la Sinead O’Connor.

* (What a fabulous analogy.)

May 5, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | Culture vulture, For What It's Worth | , , , , , , , , | No Comments

Rocks and Religion

Dick Solomon is a god. An alien god.

I really mean John Lithgow, not Dick Solomon. And by god I really mean comic genius, which after a week of official couch potato-dom I am fully equipped to attest to. 3rd Rock from the Sun has prevented me from going crazy in my flu-ridden state. For years I had basically forgotten this gem existed, until channel-surfing last week I stumbled upon the Sci-Fi station. Just two minutes into one of the first ever episodes I was reminded why John Lithgow fully deserved his three Emmy’s. It’s one of the few examples of when overacting has worked; exaggeration is the name of the game for these four aliens who’ve been sent to earth in human form to study human behaviour.

Of course, they themselves end up becoming humanised, forming relationships and attachments to their new planet. They make some shrewd observations along the way about the human need to bond, to feel important and to find a purpose.

Alright, so pretending 3rd Rock is deep is a bit of a stretch, but this lazy, hazy week has taught me one thing about myself – I love being a goofy westerner. I love that we make these silly shows for no other reason than pure entertainment. Check out this clip of Dick’s brain malfunction: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHjaHlex5ZY

On my television travels this week I’ve also unearthed a largely unwatched treat called Carnivale, starring Nick Stahl (of Terminator 3 fame). I’ve only seen the first two episodes so far and already I’m mystified, hooked… and slightly put out. Just once I’d like to see religious people not portrayed by Hollywood as paranoid and psychotic. As though every person with a cross around their neck is pursued in dreams by Satan’s minions, just one psychotic religious experience away from trying to cleanse the great unwashed masses with a healthy dose of a) exorcism, b) a forced underwater-minute as a faux-baptism, or c) plague. (We’re due a good plague, right? First stop: the Playboy mansion.) Just once I’d like to see a normal-amount of religious conviction displayed in Hollywood, (but not more of the sickly sweet 7th Heaven).

April 27, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | Calliope, Culture vulture, The Britican Perspective | , , | No Comments

Does this need a title?

My head is pounding and not even Sudafed is fixing it. I have this nasty cold - all the better to enjoy the primary coverage with. I’d just like to see the back of the Clinton’s. The Democrats know how it feels to be sick of one family monopolizing politics (I almost hope Jeb Bush runs for President in 2012 - I can just imagine the  Michael Moore rants already. Actually, I can’t since I never listen to a word he says. It all runs into a stream of ‘blah, blah, hypocrite, blah’).

So, enough with the dynasties already! For November 2008, I say bring on the fresh meat, whether it be Obama or McCain - so long as it’s not a second Clinton.

Great, all that ranting is making my sinus-imploding head pound harder. And that was just a mini rant. Imagine what would happen if I wrote a proper essay about this. Thanks, Hillary.

Maybe I’ll skip the primary coverage and just watch some more Gilmore Girls.

April 22, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | For What It's Worth | , , , , , | No Comments

The 51st State of Rock, and Geriatric Warfare

So this week I purchased the ultimate road trip soundtrack. It’s a new double CD out over here, called American Heartbeat, subtitled ‘A pulsating 80s rock collection’. Just my thing; I’m a total mullet rock aficionado. In fact, anything 80s is music gold to me – Blondie, Benatar, Bowie (what’s with the B’s?), Madonna, Michael Jackson (in his musical prime).

Discovering some of my favourite tunes on there – Heat of the Moment, Black Betty, Rosanna, Carry on Wayward Son (I’m too old to care about sounding cool about my music choices, I likes what I like and that’s that) – I snatched it up and went home. Images of driving a Cadillac across the desert singing along at the top of voice, looking fabulous in wide sunglasses and tanned skin, flashed through my mind.

When I got home I looked more closely, and discovered to my horror that the CD contained some songs from – shock! – the 70s.

Worse, not all of the beating hearts were actually American. Billy Idol was on there for Pete’s (Frampton’s) sake! (Yes I know Peter Frampton was born in England, but he’s now an American citizen. And he wasn’t even on this CD so it’s not like it matters.)

Other non-Americans include Air Supply, Yes, Whitesnake, and Bad Company, all of whom are Brits. There’s also Bachman-Turner Overdrive making an appearance, an Australian band.

So the point of all this is to say – who does the research for these compilations? I’m now questioning every compilation CD I’ve ever bought. All the Greatest Hits I’ve accumulated over the years – who’s to say they actually represent the greatest hits of their respective hit-makers? I can’t tell you all the number I’ve times I’ve bought a Greatest Hits compilation and been disappointed at the bland collection of so-called hits. I’m now curious to research if they’re really just a collection of the greatest B-sides of all time. There I was, naively believing the title of Greatest Hits. Is nothing sacred? What a fool I’ve been.

Having said that, American Heartbeats is pretty good if you’re a bit of a 80s rock dork like me (plus some 70s, but to everyone born in the 80s it doesn’t make a big difference).

From mullets, shoulder pads and leg warmers, to geriatrics. This week my 95-year-old grandmother, who has lived a somewhat sheltered, violent-less life, was beaten up. By a fellow OAP. I kid you all not.

She was in an argument with a man in her care home (they wind each other up something crazy, and if she weren’t senile and he weren’t a woman-hitting bully I’d say they totally fancy each other; after all, the best romances start with mutual dislike and verbal sparring that masks a fizzling attraction). He lost his patience and slugged her.

All I can assume is that he was a wife beater back in his day; I find it hard to believe an old man just suddenly becomes a woman-hitter after a gentlemanly lifetime. Still, it’s all good fodder for a story (I claim copyright as of right now…).

Calliope: Voice of the Writers

April 20, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | 'Life is a long lesson in humanity', Calliope, Culture vulture, For What It's Worth, The Britican Perspective | , , , | No Comments

Sunbeams and hail storms

Hail is falling. It looks like snow, to warm the heart, but I’m informed it’s hail and the dark misery falls heavy like an anvil through my once-hopeful heart. It’s April – was our brief ray of sunshine signalling the beginning of spring merely a cruel joke from the weather gods?

Luckily, a clap of thunder brings some much needed levity as the entire office makes a jumping movement in their seats, followed by a swift ‘ooh!’ of excitement. Everyone loves thunder, even those who are scared of it.

Welcome to the schizophrenic weather of Britain. When I woke it had been sunny and cold. When I boarded my train to Marylebone it had been sunny and warm. The thunderstorm was just before lunch time. When I left the office at half five it was cloudy and raining. When I took my seat at Marylebone to go home, it was sunny and warm again. The sunset was clear and stunning.

At least we don’t get tornadoes or earthquakes.

It feels the right time for a weather rant. As everyone who has ever travelled to the UK knows, we Brits love our weather talk. The weather changes approximately every half an hour, so when conversation is slipping into a lull and we’re grasping at the “what happened on Eastenders last night” straws (which I don’t watch, so, much like my dislike of coffee, leaves me on the fringes of society) there’s always something to talk about. A quick “goodness gracious me, I can’t believe it has just begun raining!” will revive any dying conversation. Which is a relief for me, since the latest rape, murder, incest, or laundry crisis on Albert Square doesn’t do much to excite my interest.

I stayed in last night and watched Stormchasers. This was the last episode of a series apparently, and it followed the adventures of a group of tornado groupies in Kansas in a heavy duty tank-like vehicle. They were trying to get the tank into the eye of a twister, to film it and develop better tornado warning systems.

Alas, it wasn’t as exciting as the 1996 film Twister, which I’ve seen countless times because I’m fascinated by tornadoes (possibly from my Wizard of Oz obsession – see my bio on here to read more about that oddity…). The documentary was a bit of an anti-climax, mainly due to sloppy filmmaking giving more camera time to the middle aged men sitting inside the tank than to the amazing visuals going on outside in the corn fields.

There really isn’t anywhere in the States without any danger of extreme weather. On the east coast there’s the hurricane threat, in the middle the twister danger, and on the west there’s fear of the next big earthquake. Britain is pretty safe, which is why it’s so frustrating that whenever there’s the lightest dusting of snow our entire public transport systems shut down. We just can’t cope with extremes. Our slight variations (sun-rain-sun-rain-hail-rain) keep us on our toes and office workers nationwide remain engaged in conversation. Americans accept whatever weather they have that season and get on with it but have the constant threat of something menacing around the corner.

So I love Britain for its enduring ability to make another day of rain into a conversational centrepiece and I love America for actually having interesting weather occasionally. I’m no fair weather Britican (cue smiting from the humour gods followed by months of hail).

This is from The Britican Perspective over at Calliope which is releasing its second issue tomorrow (April 15th) - complete with the first chapters of the novel race, poetry, short stories, essays and a new literary review section. The site is undergoing some changes and we’re soon to move to our own brand spankin’ new site!

April 14, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | Calliope, For What It's Worth, The Britican Perspective | , , , , , , , , , , , , | No Comments

Wednesday night distractions

It grieves me deeply to hear that my favourite commercial has apparently been banned (I hear conflicting reports on this, some say banned, others say complaints have been made but it’s not yet been pulled). Whatever the truth, if this singing dog is banished from the tube I will be displeased, as it is the only thing that makes frustrating advert breaks worth sitting through. So in honour of quaking jack russells everywhere (I own one - they do this naturally! No animal cruelty involved!) here is a link to the best advert in years:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Mz5LhMrcU0

I finally have Delta Goodrem’s third album Delta. It’s not as interesting as her sophomore album Mistaken Identity which was filled with some rousing numbers charting her move into adulthood following her brush with cancer. Delta is a mellower experience; less about growing up and facing a harsh world, and more about falling in love again and dealing with her parents’ divorce. Here is the gorgeous video for single Believe Again. I adore her voice, and am so glad she’s still coming out with good material after more than five years in the biz (no rehab, whirlwind marriages, or going commando for her).

April 9, 2008 Posted by nuggetoftruth | Culture vulture, For What It's Worth | , , , , , , , | No Comments