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We've come to think of Hilary Mantel as a historical novelist. | 0:00:13 | 0:00:18 | |
The phenomenal success of her books Wolf Hall | 0:00:18 | 0:00:22 | |
and Bring Up The Bodies has made her famous. | 0:00:22 | 0:00:26 | |
She's been made a dame. | 0:00:26 | 0:00:28 | |
Both of these vivid resurrections of the Tudor past | 0:00:28 | 0:00:32 | |
won the Man Booker Prize. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:34 | |
They've topped best-seller lists, | 0:00:34 | 0:00:36 | |
been turned into plays by the Royal Shakespeare Company, | 0:00:36 | 0:00:40 | |
enjoyed sell-out West End runs. | 0:00:40 | 0:00:42 | |
A BBC dramatisation of Wolf Hall will air next year. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:46 | |
But in Mantel's hands, history is a slippery thing. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:51 | |
Some of her other books live not in the past, | 0:00:51 | 0:00:54 | |
but in a mock-Tudor present that is surprisingly tense. | 0:00:54 | 0:00:58 | |
In novels such as Every Day Is Mother's Day | 0:00:58 | 0:01:02 | |
and Beyond Black, she's neatly skewered suburbia. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:06 | |
Now, the world awaits the third volume in the Wolf Hall series. | 0:01:07 | 0:01:12 | |
BELLS PEAL | 0:01:12 | 0:01:15 | |
In the meantime, | 0:01:15 | 0:01:17 | |
Hilary's given us this - | 0:01:17 | 0:01:18 | |
a collection of ten short stories provocatively titled | 0:01:18 | 0:01:22 | |
The Assassination Of Margaret Thatcher. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
The title story of the collection takes its starting point | 0:01:27 | 0:01:31 | |
from a day in 1983, when the then Prime Minister - Margaret Thatcher - | 0:01:31 | 0:01:35 | |
visited a private hospital in Windsor for a minor eye operation. | 0:01:35 | 0:01:40 | |
NEWSREADER: As she emerged from the hospital, Mrs Thatcher seemed to | 0:01:40 | 0:01:44 | |
hesitate for a moment as if readjusting to daylight. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:47 | |
She'll need to wear dark glasses for a few days | 0:01:47 | 0:01:49 | |
to protect her from bright lights. | 0:01:49 | 0:01:51 | |
At the time, Hilary was living in Windsor, | 0:01:53 | 0:01:56 | |
in a house with a view of the hospital car park. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:58 | |
"Picture first | 0:02:01 | 0:02:02 | |
"the street where she breathed her last. | 0:02:02 | 0:02:05 | |
"It is a quiet street... | 0:02:07 | 0:02:09 | |
"..sedate, shaded by old trees... | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
"..a street of tall houses, their facades | 0:02:14 | 0:02:17 | |
"smooth as white icing, | 0:02:17 | 0:02:19 | |
"their brickwork the colour of honey. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:22 | |
"Some are Georgian, flat fronted. | 0:02:24 | 0:02:27 | |
"Others are Victorian, with gleaming bays. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:31 | |
"They're too big for modern households, | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
"and most of them have been cut up into flats. | 0:02:33 | 0:02:37 | |
"But this does not destroy their elegance of proportion, | 0:02:37 | 0:02:41 | |
"nor detract from the deep lustre of panelled front doors, | 0:02:41 | 0:02:45 | |
"brass furnished and painted in navy or forest green. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:49 | |
"It's the neighbourhood's only drawback that there are more cars | 0:02:51 | 0:02:54 | |
"than spaces to put them." | 0:02:54 | 0:02:57 | |
In this story - The Assassination Of Margaret Thatcher - | 0:03:01 | 0:03:04 | |
you posit the idea that, in 1983, | 0:03:04 | 0:03:07 | |
an IRA man comes into a house in Windsor | 0:03:07 | 0:03:12 | |
and potentially lines up to assassinate Mrs Thatcher. | 0:03:12 | 0:03:17 | |
Mm. Why are you telling this story? | 0:03:17 | 0:03:20 | |
Because I saw it happen, or I DIDN'T see it happen! | 0:03:20 | 0:03:24 | |
I stood there at the moment, at the window - very much as described - | 0:03:25 | 0:03:32 | |
saw Mrs Thatcher emerge from the building next door. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:36 | |
And then two things go on, | 0:03:38 | 0:03:40 | |
one is you are immediately in the body of a man with a gun | 0:03:40 | 0:03:45 | |
and your eyes measuring the distance. And the other thing is | 0:03:45 | 0:03:49 | |
you are in your writer's self and you think, "This is a story. | 0:03:49 | 0:03:54 | |
"But where to find it?" | 0:03:54 | 0:03:55 | |
It's taken me all these years to find the shape of the story. | 0:03:55 | 0:03:59 | |
And yet I knew immediately - there's a challenge. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:03 | |
Hilary, not everyone looking out of a room of their flat in Windsor, | 0:04:03 | 0:04:07 | |
seeing Mrs Thatcher coming towards a group of doctors and nurses, | 0:04:07 | 0:04:11 | |
would think about assassinating her. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:12 | |
There are plenty of people who would. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:17 | |
If you can rewind to the mood of 1983. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:21 | |
And were you one of them? | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
Well, what I do remember is a sobering, sensible, Windsor matron | 0:04:23 | 0:04:29 | |
putting down her bag of shopping on the wall and saying, | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
"I hate her. I HATE her." | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
So, as a writer, whatever your personal feelings are, | 0:04:35 | 0:04:41 | |
you want to know what is behind such a strong reaction. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:45 | |
And that is why I knew I must write the story, I must explore that. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:53 | |
The IRA assassin gains access to the woman's flat. | 0:04:56 | 0:05:00 | |
She realises what his intentions are, and that she agrees with them. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:05 | |
She shows him a way he can leave the flat covertly | 0:05:05 | 0:05:09 | |
after firing his shot - a door. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:12 | |
"Beyond the fire door he melts, | 0:05:14 | 0:05:16 | |
"and this is how you've never seen him on the news. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
"This is how you don't know | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
"his name, his face. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:23 | |
"This is how, to your certain knowledge, | 0:05:23 | 0:05:27 | |
"Mrs Thatcher went on living till she died. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
"But note the door: note the wall: | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
"note the power of the door in the wall that you never saw was there. | 0:05:34 | 0:05:39 | |
"And note the cold wind that blows through it, | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
"when you open it a crack. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:46 | |
"History could always have been otherwise. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
"For there is the time, the place, the black opportunity:... | 0:05:51 | 0:05:55 | |
"..the day, the hour, the slant of the light, | 0:05:56 | 0:06:00 | |
"the ice-cream van chiming from a distant road near the bypass." | 0:06:00 | 0:06:06 | |
ICE-CREAM VAN CHIMES | 0:06:06 | 0:06:10 | |
Today, that Windsor hospital is being converted into flats. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:18 | |
And I'm sitting outside, in my car, thinking. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:22 | |
The story rises to a climax, but refuses to end. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:28 | |
It leaves us with the nightmarish possibility that somehow | 0:06:28 | 0:06:31 | |
it all might have happened. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:34 | |
A shot. A death. | 0:06:34 | 0:06:37 | |
A different history. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:38 | |
What would have happened if, | 0:06:40 | 0:06:42 | |
instead of some rather boring news footage, | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
Britain had its very own Zapruder footage, | 0:06:45 | 0:06:48 | |
I suppose, of an assassination of a serving prime minister in 1983? | 0:06:48 | 0:06:55 | |
And how would our society have been different? | 0:06:57 | 0:07:00 | |
How would we have lived differently? | 0:07:00 | 0:07:02 | |
How would our history have been seen differently | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
if a matter of a moment, | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
a matter of a few seconds, had changed everything? | 0:07:08 | 0:07:11 | |
And that's what I think Hilary Mantel is about. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
It's about alternatives. | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
Different ways of seeing history | 0:07:17 | 0:07:19 | |
and also different ways of seeing reality, | 0:07:19 | 0:07:22 | |
a different way of thinking about history and reality. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:25 | |
"Who has not seen the door in the wall? | 0:07:31 | 0:07:33 | |
"It is the invalid child's consolation, | 0:07:34 | 0:07:37 | |
"the prisoner's last hope. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
"It is the easy exit for the dying man, | 0:07:40 | 0:07:43 | |
"who perishes not in the death-grip of a rattling gasp, | 0:07:43 | 0:07:46 | |
"but passes on a sigh, like a falling feather. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:51 | |
"It is a special door and obeys no laws that govern wood or iron. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:57 | |
"No locksmith can defeat it, no bailiff kick it in, | 0:07:57 | 0:08:01 | |
"patrolling policemen pass it, | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
"because it is visible only to the eye of faith. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:08 | |
"Once through it, | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
"you return as angles and air, as sparks and flame." | 0:08:10 | 0:08:15 | |
In your fiction, there's often a door | 0:08:21 | 0:08:24 | |
that opens out into other possibilities. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:28 | |
And when we go through the door marked "Mantel", | 0:08:28 | 0:08:31 | |
we don't really know where we're going. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:33 | |
All we know is we're going to be challenged and threatened and... | 0:08:33 | 0:08:37 | |
Mantel doesn't know where we're going either! That's the point. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:41 | |
Why the door? | 0:08:41 | 0:08:43 | |
Why are there lots of doors in your work? | 0:08:43 | 0:08:45 | |
Yes. And the image of the door in the wall. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:53 | |
It isn't a question of always of liberation | 0:08:53 | 0:08:57 | |
into a world of possibilities. | 0:08:57 | 0:09:01 | |
You may find you've...you've just passed through into a mirror world. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:06 | |
So the symbol's equivocal... | 0:09:09 | 0:09:11 | |
..and the step into the unknown is what is important, | 0:09:13 | 0:09:17 | |
the courage needed. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:20 | |
And the question is not just what lies on the other side | 0:09:20 | 0:09:24 | |
of the door, but will I be different as I step over the threshold? | 0:09:24 | 0:09:29 | |
The answer might be simple - yes, it will, because you're dead. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:34 | |
It might be the frontier between life and death, | 0:09:34 | 0:09:37 | |
but it might be the frontier between obscurity and fame. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:42 | |
It might be really any number of... | 0:09:45 | 0:09:52 | |
of...of choices of... | 0:09:52 | 0:09:55 | |
this question of roads not taken. | 0:09:55 | 0:09:58 | |
I've used that...that metaphor also. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:02 | |
Um... | 0:10:02 | 0:10:03 | |
People not even born. It's not always a question of the dead, | 0:10:05 | 0:10:10 | |
but I say in my memoir: | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
"When the midwife says it's a girl, where does the boy go?" | 0:10:12 | 0:10:17 | |
When people think of names for their children before they are born, | 0:10:20 | 0:10:24 | |
who occupies the unused names? | 0:10:24 | 0:10:28 | |
These are all questions of frontiers, borders. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:32 | |
And I think, in those short stories, | 0:10:33 | 0:10:37 | |
say, in The Assassination Of Margaret Thatcher, | 0:10:37 | 0:10:41 | |
people are crossing borders of various types | 0:10:41 | 0:10:45 | |
in the different stories. | 0:10:45 | 0:10:48 | |
That's true. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:53 | |
In this collection, children climb over fences uninvited. | 0:10:53 | 0:10:57 | |
A flirtation drifts towards adultery. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:00 | |
But the border that draws Hilary's eye most often | 0:11:00 | 0:11:04 | |
is the one between life and death. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:08 | |
The mortality figures in these pages are alarmingly high. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:12 | |
And once the dead are dead, how dead are they? | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
I wonder if we could talk about one story | 0:11:18 | 0:11:20 | |
in this new collection particularly, | 0:11:20 | 0:11:21 | |
which is Terminus, which begins with a woman | 0:11:21 | 0:11:25 | |
seeing her dead father on a train as it's leaving a station? | 0:11:25 | 0:11:30 | |
I think for short fiction I seem pathetically dependent on | 0:11:30 | 0:11:35 | |
what really does happen to me. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:37 | |
It seems to be far closer to my life | 0:11:37 | 0:11:41 | |
in derivation than my novels do. | 0:11:41 | 0:11:45 | |
So, yes, it did happen. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:47 | |
You saw your father? Look sideways | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
and see a man in an apparently...empty carriage | 0:11:49 | 0:11:56 | |
and just think, "Good God, that's my father." | 0:11:56 | 0:11:59 | |
Not as I left him, but in some sort of... | 0:11:59 | 0:12:03 | |
..intermediate state of being. | 0:12:06 | 0:12:08 | |
And the face looked - if you can understand me - in itself haunted. | 0:12:08 | 0:12:15 | |
So it was a ghost that was haunted. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:17 | |
And I then - like the woman in the story - went into London, | 0:12:19 | 0:12:25 | |
went to a meeting and thought, on my way home, | 0:12:25 | 0:12:30 | |
looking around at Waterloo Station... | 0:12:30 | 0:12:35 | |
.."Well, if there can be one dead person, maybe they're all dead. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:40 | |
"How do I know?" | 0:12:42 | 0:12:43 | |
PASSENGER ANNOUNCEMENT: The train currently at... | 0:12:43 | 0:12:46 | |
"For how many of all these surging thousands" | 0:12:49 | 0:12:52 | |
"are solid, | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
"and how many of these assumptions are tricks of the light? | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
"How many, I ask you, are connected at all points, | 0:12:59 | 0:13:03 | |
"how many are utterly and convincingly in the state | 0:13:03 | 0:13:07 | |
"they purport to be: which is, alive? | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
"That lost, objectless, sallow man, | 0:13:13 | 0:13:15 | |
"a foreigner with his bag on his back, | 0:13:15 | 0:13:18 | |
"that woman whose starved face recalls a plague-pit victim? | 0:13:18 | 0:13:24 | |
"Those dwellers in the brown houses of Wandsworth, | 0:13:25 | 0:13:28 | |
"those denizens of balcony flats and walkways, those grumbling commuters | 0:13:28 | 0:13:33 | |
"gathered for Virginia Water, those whose homes perch on embankments, | 0:13:33 | 0:13:38 | |
"or whose roofs glossy with rain fly away from the traveller's window? | 0:13:38 | 0:13:44 | |
"How many? | 0:13:44 | 0:13:45 | |
"For distinguish me, will you? | 0:13:47 | 0:13:49 | |
"Distinguish me 'the distinguished thing'. | 0:13:50 | 0:13:53 | |
"Render me the texture of flesh. | 0:13:55 | 0:13:58 | |
"Pick me what it is, in the timbre of the voice, | 0:13:58 | 0:14:01 | |
"that marks out the living from the dead. | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
"Show me a bone that you know to be a living bone. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:09 | |
"Flourish it, will you? Find one, and show me." | 0:14:09 | 0:14:14 | |
It was one of the few occasions where you sit down, write it... | 0:14:21 | 0:14:26 | |
..put down your pen and it's done. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:30 | |
And, actually, it's strange in its style, | 0:14:30 | 0:14:35 | |
it's strange in its rhythms but it had to be left just so. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:40 | |
Not something you could get into and say, | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
"Well, I'll just tweak this a little." | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
It is as it is. And that's not my usual process, as I've told you. | 0:14:46 | 0:14:52 | |
This was an idea to pin down something fleeting perhaps? | 0:14:53 | 0:14:56 | |
Yes. I think... | 0:14:57 | 0:14:58 | |
..it was to interrogate this mysterious moment. | 0:15:01 | 0:15:06 | |
Not to try to resolve it, just to live with the idea it'd implanted, | 0:15:06 | 0:15:12 | |
which is the idea that when you look around you, | 0:15:12 | 0:15:16 | |
how can you be sure what really distinguishes | 0:15:16 | 0:15:19 | |
the living from the dead? | 0:15:19 | 0:15:21 | |
"It's not generally agreed, it's not much appreciated, | 0:15:25 | 0:15:29 | |
"that people are divided by all sorts of things, | 0:15:29 | 0:15:33 | |
"and that, frankly, death is the least of them. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
"When lights are blossoming out across the boulevards and parks, | 0:15:37 | 0:15:42 | |
"and the town assumes its Victorian sagesse, I shall be moving on again. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:49 | |
"I see that both the living and the dead commute, | 0:15:49 | 0:15:52 | |
"riding their familiar trains. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
"I am not, as you will have gathered, | 0:15:55 | 0:15:57 | |
"a person who needs false excitement, or simulated innovation. | 0:15:57 | 0:16:03 | |
"I am willing, though, to tear up the timetable | 0:16:03 | 0:16:06 | |
"and take some new routes, and I know I shall find, | 0:16:06 | 0:16:10 | |
"at some unlikely terminus, a hand that is meant to rest in mine." | 0:16:10 | 0:16:16 | |
PASSENGER ANNOUNCEMENT: Customers who are now boarding... | 0:16:18 | 0:16:21 | |
These stories deprive us of our certainties. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:28 | |
The dead and the living are indistinguishable. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:32 | |
You can't be sure what you've seen. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:34 | |
In How Shall I Know You? a writer stays in a provincial hotel, | 0:16:35 | 0:16:39 | |
suffering from a migraine, and I can't help wondering. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:43 | |
I wanted to ask you about migraines. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:47 | |
Because, in one of your short stores for example, | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
a character has a migraine and there is a sort of migrainous imagination | 0:16:50 | 0:16:55 | |
at work in your fiction, I think, where things are slightly skewed. | 0:16:55 | 0:16:59 | |
Do you suffer from migraines? Well, I did. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
Um... | 0:17:01 | 0:17:02 | |
I think... | 0:17:04 | 0:17:06 | |
..the... | 0:17:07 | 0:17:08 | |
Well, I could certainly say the problem's considerably eased | 0:17:08 | 0:17:11 | |
and I... | 0:17:11 | 0:17:14 | |
..I sometimes now find myself, interestingly... | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
..in the aura that precedes a migraine attack | 0:17:21 | 0:17:25 | |
without actually getting to the headache part. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:29 | |
But, yes, I mean you are quite right. | 0:17:29 | 0:17:31 | |
I-I-I think I've said somewhere that migraine is | 0:17:31 | 0:17:35 | |
an art form that I didn't recognise at one stage. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:40 | |
It is... It's a very mysterious condition | 0:17:40 | 0:17:44 | |
and I think that... | 0:17:44 | 0:17:47 | |
..there are probably more aspects to it, | 0:17:50 | 0:17:53 | |
more triggers for it than, you know, people commonly recognise. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:58 | |
It isn't just a bad headache. | 0:17:58 | 0:18:00 | |
No, it affects your whole vision and the way you see things. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:02 | |
Oh, but much more than that. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:04 | |
There's a whole diversity of neurological symptoms. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:09 | |
One of the ones I've found most interesting over the years, | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
distressing but also interesting, | 0:18:12 | 0:18:16 | |
is the sense of having a presence on my left-hand side, | 0:18:16 | 0:18:21 | |
approximately were you had your guardian angel | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
when you were a child. | 0:18:25 | 0:18:26 | |
And, though oppressive... | 0:18:28 | 0:18:32 | |
..it does give your life, | 0:18:34 | 0:18:36 | |
um, a sensation of...doubleness, | 0:18:36 | 0:18:40 | |
a sort of haunted quality. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:43 | |
You are not sure, you see, whether that presence is something else | 0:18:43 | 0:18:48 | |
or is it you slightly slipped out of focus? | 0:18:48 | 0:18:53 | |
It feels like both. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
Then the attack's over and it's not there any more. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:59 | |
But for a writer, you see, it's gold. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:03 | |
The more you're suffering, the better it's going to be on the page. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:07 | |
It shouldn't surprise us at all that these ten short stories | 0:19:14 | 0:19:18 | |
bear close relationships to the novels that Hilary Mantel | 0:19:18 | 0:19:22 | |
has published in the last 30 years. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:24 | |
They open doors back into those longer fictions. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:30 | |
In Beyond Black the migraines and the lively dead | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
come together in the character of the psychic medium, Alison. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:37 | |
The uncouth ghosts who visit her manifest as migraines do - with | 0:19:37 | 0:19:43 | |
a flick, a glint in the peripheral vision that glows and grows. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:48 | |
And one of those ghosts that visits her is Lady Diana. | 0:19:51 | 0:19:54 | |
"At once Diana manifested: a blink in the hall mirror, a twinkle. | 0:19:59 | 0:20:06 | |
"Within a moment she had become a definite pinkish glow. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:11 | |
"She was wearing her wedding dress, and it hung on her now, | 0:20:12 | 0:20:17 | |
"she was gaunt, and it looked crumpled and worn, | 0:20:17 | 0:20:22 | |
"as if dragged through the halls of the hereafter, | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
"where the housekeeping, understandably, | 0:20:25 | 0:20:28 | |
"is never of the best. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:30 | |
"She'd pinned some of her press cuttings to her skirt, | 0:20:30 | 0:20:34 | |
"they lifted, in some other-worldly breeze, and flapped. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:39 | |
"She consulted them, lifting her skirts and peering, | 0:20:39 | 0:20:44 | |
"but, in Alison's opinion, her eyes seemed to cross. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:49 | |
"'Give my love to my boys,' Diana said. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:55 | |
" 'My boys, I'm sure you know who I mean.' " | 0:20:55 | 0:20:59 | |
I'm interested in these stories, and in Beyond Black, | 0:21:02 | 0:21:05 | |
because they deal with more recent history. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:08 | |
In Beyond Black, you talk about the unimaginable thing that was | 0:21:08 | 0:21:11 | |
the death of Princess Diana and how she haunts the present | 0:21:11 | 0:21:16 | |
and haunts the living who remain. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
Is it more difficult or more interesting | 0:21:19 | 0:21:22 | |
to write about contemporary history than the Tudors, say? | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
I haven't done it in a big way, you see. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:30 | |
Mrs Thatcher enters the short story simply as the target. | 0:21:30 | 0:21:36 | |
She's seen but she does not speak. | 0:21:36 | 0:21:39 | |
Diana enters Beyond Black as a ghost. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:46 | |
I haven't in a bigger way engaged with contemporary figures | 0:21:46 | 0:21:53 | |
because...it's like journalism. | 0:21:53 | 0:21:57 | |
I don't know. | 0:21:57 | 0:21:58 | |
You see, I think you need a longer view, you need perspective, | 0:21:58 | 0:22:03 | |
it needs to turn into history. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:07 | |
It's not to say I'd never do it, but it has its own set of challenges. | 0:22:07 | 0:22:11 | |
I mean, you wouldn't do Churchill or Blair, for example? | 0:22:11 | 0:22:14 | |
I wouldn't feel constrained from doing it. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:19 | |
It's just that that novel hasn't happened yet. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:23 | |
There are only certain people you can work with, you know? | 0:22:23 | 0:22:27 | |
That's like a biographer choosing a subject, | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
or like making a friend in real life. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:35 | |
If you're going to write a novel about someone, | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
you have to be sure that your working partnership | 0:22:37 | 0:22:41 | |
can continue for some years. | 0:22:41 | 0:22:44 | |
So it's not a thing to choose lightly. | 0:22:44 | 0:22:47 | |
You talked about that migrainous imagination | 0:22:48 | 0:22:52 | |
and that whole issue of seeing things and feeling that presence. | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
I've known you for a relatively long time now | 0:22:59 | 0:23:03 | |
and you are the most well I've ever seen and known you. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:08 | |
Mm... | 0:23:08 | 0:23:09 | |
Is that all right? Do you miss being ill, as a writer? | 0:23:10 | 0:23:14 | |
There are a variety of ways to give yourself a really hard time, | 0:23:16 | 0:23:21 | |
to make sure that you suffer adequately. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:24 | |
And one of them is to take all the hours | 0:23:24 | 0:23:27 | |
that you used to spend being ill | 0:23:27 | 0:23:30 | |
and make sure you work yourself in to a state of quivering fatigue. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:37 | |
Actually, to be serious, what I've done with my abundant good health... | 0:23:38 | 0:23:43 | |
..comparatively speaking over the last few months, | 0:23:44 | 0:23:49 | |
is to set myself an even bigger agenda, | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
take on more and more projects. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:55 | |
I have more books planned. I have plays planned. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
I feel really, in some respects, as if I'm beginning again. | 0:23:59 | 0:24:05 | |
But you're not a woman who believes in endings, | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
you always believe in beginnings. | 0:24:07 | 0:24:08 | |
Well, that's, er... | 0:24:08 | 0:24:10 | |
..that's how one of our plays ends. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
You know, if you think this is an ending | 0:24:13 | 0:24:15 | |
you are deceived as to its nature - it's a beginning. | 0:24:15 | 0:24:20 | |
So, that's how I'm regarding this present phase. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:23 | |
"Summer 1536: he is promoted Baron Cromwell. | 0:24:25 | 0:24:30 | |
"He cannot call himself Lord Cromwell of Putney. He might laugh. | 0:24:31 | 0:24:37 | |
"However. He can call himself Baron Cromwell of Wimbledon. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:43 | |
"He ranged all over those fields, when he was a boy. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
"The word 'however' is like an imp coiled beneath your chair. | 0:24:48 | 0:24:53 | |
"It induces ink to form words you have not yet seen, | 0:24:55 | 0:24:59 | |
"and lines to march across the page and overshoot the margin. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:04 | |
"There are no endings. | 0:25:05 | 0:25:07 | |
"If you think so you are deceived as to their nature. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:12 | |
"They are all beginnings. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:14 | |
"Here is one." | 0:25:16 | 0:25:17 | |
You've crossed a recent border into fame. How has that affected you? | 0:25:21 | 0:25:27 | |
It seems as though it is happening to somebody else really. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
I wonder whether you write the story | 0:25:34 | 0:25:36 | |
The Assassination Of Margaret Thatcher - | 0:25:36 | 0:25:39 | |
a very provocatively titled collection of short stories - | 0:25:39 | 0:25:43 | |
to resist becoming a national treasure? | 0:25:43 | 0:25:46 | |
It's worrying - the national treasure label. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:53 | |
It suggests an unchallenging cosiness. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
We don't want that. | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
It's...well meant... | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
..but as soon as people begin to posit that, | 0:26:04 | 0:26:09 | |
you have to say to yourself, "Then what is this nation? | 0:26:09 | 0:26:12 | |
"Is this nation all it should be?" | 0:26:12 | 0:26:14 | |
There's a paradox here because... | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
..it's offensive to hang on to the name of rebel | 0:26:22 | 0:26:28 | |
after you've joined the establishment. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:32 | |
It's pretentious to pretend to be marginal when you're at the centre. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:38 | |
We're all familiar with the artist who wants to keep his street cred | 0:26:38 | 0:26:43 | |
but lives behind an immaculate, manufactured, Georgian facade | 0:26:43 | 0:26:51 | |
and bathes in champagne. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
It's so hollow, it's so pretentious, | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
it really is offensive. | 0:26:56 | 0:26:58 | |
You need to look at where you are and acknowledge it. | 0:26:58 | 0:27:02 | |
And then, when you find yourself standing on that centre ground | 0:27:02 | 0:27:09 | |
and all seems right and secure, | 0:27:09 | 0:27:11 | |
that is the moment to pick up a spade | 0:27:11 | 0:27:13 | |
and begin digging away the ground beneath your feet. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:17 | |
Because you could have turned down being a dame, I suppose. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
But what would be the point of that? | 0:27:24 | 0:27:26 | |
Well, you could've retained your marginal status. | 0:27:27 | 0:27:31 | |
Well, I think if that was the only way you could do it | 0:27:31 | 0:27:33 | |
it'd be pretty hollow, | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
because people would think you were a dame anyway. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:38 | |
Have you started behaving like a dame? | 0:27:38 | 0:27:40 | |
Oh, definitely. Yes. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:42 | |
Yes. Yes, I have. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:43 | |
You've become grand. You can't be teased. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:45 | |
I have become extremely grand. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
I refer to myself in the third person now. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
Dame Hilary's schedule is rather full. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:53 | |
Well, you see, I said that is how you deal with it - | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
you pretend it's happening to somebody else. | 0:27:56 | 0:27:58 | |
I get up in the morning and I put on... | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
I put on my dame face. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:02 | |
I'm good to go! | 0:28:02 | 0:28:03 | |
But that means you can't be teased any more! | 0:28:03 | 0:28:07 | |
Oh, I don't know. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:08 | |
I think you're doing it now and I think I'm doing it back. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
Right! | 0:28:14 | 0:28:15 | |
And that pen you're holding, you're not going to put it down. | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
No. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:19 | |
I said a little while ago... | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
.."Early in your life there's a phrase in your head - | 0:28:27 | 0:28:32 | |
"choose your weapons." | 0:28:32 | 0:28:35 | |
And this is it. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:36 | |
Thank you. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:39 |