An Article
about Julian Barnes
Cool,
clean man of letters
Sunday, June 29, 2003
By Nadine O'Regan
Julian Barnes has a voice that could cut through ice.
Sharp, crisp and quintessentially English, his are the kind of tones that
remind you why
Happily, Barnes is no natural
born baddie. This is a man who exclaims with delight when he sees his
shortbread biscuits arriving at our table in
Barnes is both terribly nice and terribly clever. Though willing to converse
about his own work, he is just as interested in the creations of others. He is
in
"Wonder if I could use that?" he muses.
Barnes has managed to pack more culture into his weekend trip than most
Dubliners manage in a lifetime. It makes a certain kind of sense, then, that
the 57-year-old's most famous book is actually a tangled-up meditation on
another writer's work. Flaubert's Parrot tells the story of a man obsessed with
the French author Gustave Flaubert.
As the narrator attempts to track down the stuffed parrot that once sat on
Flaubert's desk, he relays snippets of information about the author and
analyses his prose. In this way the book combines fiction with literary
criticism.
In
"No," he says. "I remember once seeing a band wrapped around a
new book by one of those very respectable, middle-ranking British novelists. It
said, `His 21st novel', and I thought: `That's all they can say because he has
never written a book that anyone has ever heard of.' It was a case of: here's
another novel by someone whose other novels you haven't read.
"Kingsley Amis was once asked if Lucky Jim was an albatross around his
neck, and he said it was better than not having a bloody albatross at all.
That's my perspective."
In a few months, Barnes's new collection of short stories will be published. It
has the rather enigmatic title, The Lemon Table.
"In
When asked if he contemplates death frequently, Barnes nods. "I've been
thinking about it for a very long time. I think about it most days of my life.
I have since I was 16."
He smiles. "I don't get anywhere with it. I don't come up with any
answers. But I suppose it must inform the way I live and write."
Is he religious? "I'm not. My position is: I don't believe in God, but I
miss Him. Sometimes, when you see great religious art or you listen to a great
choral work, which is a religious work, you think how wonderful it would have
been to have been alive when these things were being painted or composed, and
to believe it all."
Barnes is aware that people often become more religious as they grow older, but
he is certain this will not happen to him.
"It's feeble to become religious because you're afraid of death
approaching," he says. "The idea that God created the world in which
we live, given its inequalities and injustices, is incredible. If He were an
unjust God and He created the world, on the other hand, that might make more
sense."
This is typical Barnes: logical almost to a fault. Brought up in a family of
schoolteachers, the Leicester-born author is a meticulous user of careful
language, who always pushes arguments through to their rational conclusions.
This has frequently resulted in him being characterised as cold or snooty.
His friends feel this impression is essentially inaccurate. "He has very
high standards," the writer Jancis Robinson has
said, "by which I don't mean he worries whether or not the napkins are
folded correctly. He wants every- thing to be good quality, whether that is a
decision, a moral stance or a hunk of beef."
Barnes also possesses a wry, highly-refined
sense of humour. During the war in
He was taken aback to discover that the angry letters he soon began receiving
were not in response to this piece, but instead to a cooking column he had
penned for the same newspaper.
"I didn't get hate mail about
Barnes may be many things, but incompetent is not one of them. The author
maintains an almost prodigious work rate, writing newspaper articles, essays,
short stories and novels. He is diligent and extremely clear-headed, never
taking an advance prior to the publication of one of his novels, for fear it
would have a debilitating effect on his writing.
"It could be psychologically dangerous," he says. "Whenever I
read about three-book advances, I always think: `Well, they know they've got X
pounds guaranteed, so isn't this going to make them lazier?' "
Is he ever envious of the large advances earned by some debut novelists?
"No," he says. "You raise an eyebrow. You th i n k: `T hey wouldn't
pay this to a middle-aged man with a beard.' It puts an awful lot of pressure
on the novelist, which I'm not sure is right. I don't feel envious."
It might not be the best strategy for Barnes to complain to his agent, however.
Pat Kavanagh is not just his literary representative,
but also his wife. Does this unusual situation ever cause problems between
them?
"Not from my point of view, because I think she's the best agent in the
world. But she knows that people know that she's asking for money for her
husband, so I think she would be happier if someone else represented me. But it
really has given us very few problems."
Presumably, this is due to the high quality of Barnes's output. As a novelist,
he ranks alongside Martin Amis, Ian McEwan and Salman Rushdie as one of the great innovators of English
literary fiction. He may have matured into something of an elder statesman, but
his passion for his work continues unabated. Retirement, for Barnes, is not an
option.
"I don't think I'd be happy if I just stopped writing," he says.
"Writing has become necessary to me. It is a necessity as well as a
pleasure."
How would the author like to be remembered?
Barnes mulls over this for a moment, then grins.
"I hope when my obituary is written, it doesn't say: `He wrote 21 novels
whose names we can't remember'."
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