Over the course of six novels, Sarah Moss has gradually sculpted out a literary landscape entirely her own. From the state-of-the-nation immediacy of The Tidal Zone to the historical sweep of her breakthrough early fiction, Moss is a writer of extraordinary range and relevance. In her second interview for Waterstones, the author considers the themes behind her new novel, Ghost Wall.
I was, but more than that to think about how we bring prehistory into history, how we make words for people and events that leave no literary trace. We can’t think about prehistory without hijacking it for our own purposes because we can’t represent it without interpretation. Thinking about deep time has the same difficulties as thinking about deep space: our tools for imagining are made of what we already know.
Very interested! History always complicates nationalism – the nation state was after all an invention of the last couple of centuries – but prehistory especially so. There weren’t really ever ‘Ancient Britons’, just people who happened to be in this place at that time. National identity is a recent fiction, an invented tradition that depends on myths of origin, and since in fact British history is one wave of immigrants after another for at least two millennia, people who are serious about a myth of origin have to cast back before the Romans. I’m interested in what happens when we follow that logic.
I always like a strong landscape, as reader and writer. Landscape is thematically important to Ghost Wall because it’s a book about edges and surfaces and boundaries. The reader needs to be in Silvie’s skin but also always aware of skin, intent on the surface of the land but unable to ignore what might be buried.
I set out knowing Ghost Wall would be shorter than my previous novels, but not with a particular length in mind. I wrote it until it was complete, so it found its own framework. My first drafts tend to be shorter and more intense than later ones, but this novel kept those qualities as I revised it.
I had that thought one day when I was in Hexham, near the Abbey which is about the same age as British history, when I came round a corner into a sharp wind and pulled my scarf over my face. I thought that people must have been coming round that corner and shivering for centuries, pulling up their shawls or holding their bonnets, and then it occurred to me that some of them had probably had the same thought I was having, had imagined that a future woman would be adjusting future clothes with her feet in their footsteps. And I liked that idea, that we’ve already been imagined, and found it creepy. Re-enactment is a kind of reverse haunting, an attempt to inhabit some aspect of the reality of the long-dead.
Bog bodies are fascinating because they’re still individuals. You can see the whorls on people’s fingers and the way they styled their hair on the last day, but they’re also two thousand years dead and they usually died in ways that seem alien and barbaric (though probably not much different from modern torture).
I am, but also in the constancy of resistance and resilience. Violence is not the only aspect of Silvie’s relationship with her father, and it’s not what defines her. Her narrative voice is strong and she can imagine herself in a tradition of women who are hurt but not, in the end, afraid. It was very important to me to write the violence in ways that leave no space for any kind of voyeurism or titillation, insisting that the reader stays with Silvie and doesn’t step back to watch, and it’s interesting that some readers want more brutality, more performance of pain.
Well, humankind cannot bear very much reality… I think I’d see reality and the imaginary as overlapping more than abutting. It’s dangerous to suggest that everything is imaginary because history and science and journalism exist for excellent reasons, we all have access to evidence-based reality, but we’re not very good at recognising or accepting it. Contemporary politics shows us how imagination creates reality at least as often as the other way around, and I suppose Ghost Wall is partly a book about the dangers of believing what you want rather than what the evidence suggests.
I was interested in the idea of sacrifice, which seems quite alien. We say ‘sacrifice’ when we mean ‘compromise’: a person will sacrifice his career for his family, but the idea that an individual or a community might take what is most precious and destroy it on purpose seemed unfamiliar until I thought about family dynamics, the way the favourite child is often the most damaged. Even then, it’s not a deliberate sacrifice in the way that the swords and jewels and musical instruments broken and put into bogs in the Iron Age were sacrificed. Silvie is able to imagine her father’s behaviour as a sign of love partly because of her schooling in that very old idea.
Yes. Ghost Wall is particularly interested in the limits of the ‘relatable’ because prehistoric people sometimes feel very close and sometimes impossibly strange. In the National Museum of Denmark, there’s a Bronze Age burial of a toddler with three apples and a toy, which always makes me feel weepy because I always had apples and little toys about my person when I was out with small children and I think I can imagine exactly why you’d provision your three-year-old like that for the last time. But then there are also dozens of intricately engraved golden ships and objects whose purposes are hard to guess. ‘Periphery’ is a good word for it, a sense of bobbing over the horizon of what we are able to imagine.
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