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CLOUD ATLAS Movie Poster and Book Giveaway

Thursday, November 1st, 2012

Movie Tie-in Cloud Atlas“[David] Mitchell is, clearly, a genius. He writes as though at the helm of some perpetual dream machine, can evidently do anything, and his ambition is written in magma across this novel’s every page.”—The New York Times Book Review

Enter below for your chance to win the official Cloud Atlas movie poster plus a copy of the book!

A postmodern visionary who is also a master of styles and genres, David Mitchell combines flat-out adventure, a Nabokovian love of puzzles, a keen eye for character, and a taste for mind-bending philosophical and scientific speculation in the tradition of Haruki Murakami, Umberto Eco, and Philip K. Dick. The result is brilliantly original fiction that reveals how disparate people connect, how their fates intertwine, and how their souls drift across time like clouds across the sky. Cloud Atlas is now a major motion picture starring Tom Hanks, Halle Berry, Susan Sarandon and Hugh Grant. Written for the screen and directed by Lana Wachowski & Tom Tykwer & Andy Wachowski.

Win two tickets to see CLOUD ATLAS author David Mitchell in NYC!

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012

mitc_9780812984415_cvr_all_r1.inddIn a rare New York appearance, David Mitchell—author of the captivating novel CLOUD ATLAS (soon to be a major motion picturing starring Tom Hanks and Halle Berry)—will be at Symphony Space in New York City on Wednesday, October 17th at 7:30 pm to introduce fiction of his own and stories by Michel Faber and Claire Keegan, performed by Campbell Scott (Damages, Royal Pains) and others. Now you can enter for a chance to win two tickets to this one-of-a-kind event! Simply fill out the form below by Friday, October 12th to enter, and we’ll randomly select two lucky people to win a pair of tickets each* (*winners are responsible for getting themselves + guests to and from Symphony Space, located at 2537 Broadway, NewYork, NY 10025.)

For more information about the event, please visit Symphony Space.

For more information about CLOUD ATLAS, please visit us here.

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David Mitchell: “I didn’t set out to write a historical novel just for the heck of it–you’d have to be mad.”

Monday, February 28th, 2011

mitchell_davidAround Christmas in 1994 in Nagasaki I got off at a wrong tram-stop and stumbled upon a greenish moat and cluster of warehouses from an earlier century. This was my first encounter with Dejima, the Dutch East India Company’s furthest-flung trading “factory” and its most exclusive bragging point: during the two and a half centuries of Japan’s isolation, this man-made island in Nagasaki harbor, no bigger than Trafalgar Square, was the sole point of contact with the West. Dejima went to seed after the Japanese opened up other ports to international trade from the 1850s onwards, but a full-scale reconstruction is now underway. (No mean feat of engineering, this—reclamation projects have pushed the shoreline hundreds of yards away.) Back in 1994 I wasn’t a published writer, but the place crackled with fictional potential, and twelve years later I began to reconstruct Dejima myself in a book now published as The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet. I didn’t set out to write a historical novel just for the heck of it—you’d have to be mad. Rather, only within this genre could the book be written. This being my first, I read a number of others to avoid reinventing wheels. Small hope, but my reading led me to a new respect for a genre which too often gets associated with blue-rinses and rags-to-riches family sagas.

Why, then, the enduring popularity of historical fiction? One reason is that it delivers a stereo narrative: from one speaker comes the treble of the novel’s own plot while the other speaker plays the bass of history’s plot. A second reason is genealogical: if History is the family tree of Now, a historical novel (such as Alex Haley’s Roots) may illuminate the contemporary world in ways that straight history may not. The novel’s Ace of Spades is subjective experience, which is a merit or demerit depending on how the card is played and who you are—Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind can be either a sublime evocation or a toxic travesty. A third reason for the genre’s popularity is simply that while the needs of the human heart and body stay much the same, the societies they must live in vary dramatically between centuries and cultures, and to watch people live—people whom we might have been had we been born then—under different regimes and rules is fascinating for its own sake.

The Thousand AutumnsAnd why write a historical novel? Writers’ motives are as varied as criminals’, but I suspect that the historical novelist’s genetic code contains the geeky genes of the model-maker – there is pleasure to be had in the painstaking reconstruction of a lost world. A second reason is banal but overlooked: a novel must be set both somewhere and “somewhen”, and the choice is restricted to the present, the future and the past. A third motive is the challenge (and perverse pleasure) of tackling the pitfalls, foremost of which is research. Filmmakers ruefully observe how, with each decade back in time a film is set, x million dollars gets added to production costs. The same principle applies in novel-writing, but instead of dollars, read “months.” The historical novelist must learn how the vast gamut of human needs was met in the “destination period”: how were rooms lit and heated? How were meals prepared, clothes made, bodies bathed (or not), feet shod, distances covered, transgressions punished, illnesses explained, courtships conducted, contraception considered, divinities worshiped and corpses disposed of? My allotted 1500 words could be swallowed by this list, and I would still be scratching the surface. The more Moleskines you fill with the fruits of research, however, the more determinedly it must be hidden: lines like ‘shall I bid Jenkins ready the Phaeton coach, or might Madam prefer the two-wheeled barouche landau?” will kill.

And then you have to worry about language. Unless you have an entire historical novel made out of reported speech (easier to digest Bubble-pack) the characters must open their mouths at some point, and when they do, how are they going to speak? This is the “Lest versus In Case Dilemma”: the sentence-joint “in case”—as in “Eat now in case we don’t have time later”—smells of Late Twentieth Century English, but a “correct” translation into Smollett’s English—“Eat on the nonce, My Boy, lest no later opportunity presents itself”—smacks of phoniness and pastiche if written in 2010. It smacks, in fact, of Blackadder, and only a masochist could stomach 500 pages. To a degree, the historical novelist must create a sort of dialect—I call it “Bygonese”—which is inaccurate but plausible. Like a coat of antique-effect varnish on a pine new dresser, it is both synthetic and the least-worst solution. Commonly, shall is used more often than will; if-less conditional sentences appear (as in “Had I but seen him, I would have shot him stone dead”); and contractions discouraged by old school headmistresses—like gonna—are avoided. Then, once your Bygonese is perfected, anachronism is waiting to blight it. For every obvious no-no (a feudal castle-builder complaining “Gravity is not on our side”) there are slipperier ones waiting to slip through: the editors and proofreaders of my late eighteenth century manuscript found a skip-load. Some were excusable: the verb to con as in ‘swindle” first appears in print in 1889, says the heaven-sent Etymological Online Dictionary. Others were more embarrassing, like brinksmanship: duh, it’s a Cold War term.

Referring to the tyranny of tradition, Jessamyn West, an American Quaker novelist, wrote “Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground… Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past lives in your words and you are free.” I don’t know about “free” but I like West’s grave tone and her word “resurrection”: the historical novelist isn’t only rifling through the human narrative we call History for raw material. Like it or not, he or she may also end up actually rewriting the past. History is not, after all, what really happened (no one can know, it’s gone) but only what we believe happened. I heard Mark Lawson on Front Row call this process “the Oliver Stone Phenomenon”, referring to the sizable majority of Americans who believe Stone’s film JFK to be an accurate portrayal of a real conspiracy to kill the President (making one worry about Inglorious Basterds, where duty to historical fact is binned and Kick-Ass Jews perpetrate a Tarantino-esque revenge on Adolf Hitler.) Perhaps this is the paradox that beats inside historical fiction’s rib-cage: the “historical” half demands fidelity to the past, whilst the “fiction” half requires infidelity— people must be dreamt up, their acts fabricated, and the lies of art must be told.

Or perhaps it’s just the fantastic costumes.


David Mitchell is the acclaimed author of the novels Black Swan Green, which was selected as one of the 10 Best Books of the Year by Time; Cloud Atlas, which was a Man Booker Prize finalist; Number9Dream, which was short-listed for the Man Booker as well as the James Tait Black Memorial Prize; and Ghostwritten, awarded the Mail on Sunday/John Llewellyn Rhys Prize for best book by a writer under thirty-five and short-listed for the Guardian First Book Award. He lives in Ireland.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet is now available in paperback.

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