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About Mark Haddon - the author

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Who exactly is Mark Haddon anyway?Let's use this thread to learn a bit more about the man who penned this bestseller. If you've already started the book you're probably amazed at the writing skill of Mark Haddon. Personally, I'm having a hard time putting the book down. This doesn't happen very often to me, so I'm wondering if anyone else is having a similar experience.Over the next few months I'll post articles and interviews and anything I can find about Mark Haddon. But you can participate in this discovery process too. Just add your own links, thoughts and/or comments to this thread.To start with I came across an interview that will give us some background for how the author came up with the plot for this book. Please read and comment and let me know what you think. The Curiously Irresistible Literary Debut of Mark Haddon Edited by: Chris OConnor  at: 1/26/06 10:35 pm
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From books.guardian.co.ukThe below piece is the best I've read so far. Mark Haddon shares a great deal in common with most freethinker BookTalk members. B is for bestseller A year after it was first published The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is still at the top of the bestseller lists and still winning awards. Its unlikely hero, a teenage boy with Asperger's syndrome, has captured the imagination of both adults and children. Here the novel's author Mark Haddon explains how he came to write it, why Jane Austen was his inspiration... and how he got over the problem of drawing dinosaur legs.I've been writing books for children for 17 years. Over that time, I've received a steady trickle of letters. Most are from readers telling me how much they've enjoyed this or that book of mine, which always gives me a glow for the rest of the day. Others begin: 'Dear Mr Haddon, We're doing Authors with Mrs Patel and I've been told to write to you', which is flattering, but not in quite the same way.If they ask a question it is almost invariably: 'Where do you get your ideas from?' And if they ask a second question it's usually: 'What is your favourite colour?' I'm not sure I know the answer to either. The best question I ever received came from a boy who asked whether I did much crossing out. I explained that most of my work consisted of crossing out and that crossing out was the secret of all good writing. Three years ago, I wrote The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, a novel set in Swindon about a teenage boy with Asperger's syndrome who discovers a murdered poodle on a neighbour's lawn. It was published in two identical editions with different covers, one for adults and one for teenagers. To my continuing amazement, it seems to have spread round the world like some particularly infectious rash. In some ways, it has changed my life completely. In other ways, nothing has changed at all. Almost every journalist asks: 'Where did you get the idea from?' And because of my protagonist's obsession with the unpleasantness of yellow and brown, quite a few have asked: 'What's your favourite colour?', not something Monica Ali or Jonathan Franzen have to field very often. The other question I find myself having to answer at least once a week is: 'What's the difference between writing for children and writing for adults?' I generally take the union line. There is no real difference. Writing for children is bloody difficult; books for children are as complex as their adult counterparts and they should therefore be accorded the same respect. Most children's writers do the same. And rightly so. Despite His Dark Materials at the National, Jacqueline Wilson being crowned Queen of Library Lending and the continuing global reach of Hogwarts, the job still sits in many people's minds somewhere between reporting for the local paper and doing watercolours of cats. Shortly after Curious Incident won the Whitbread Prize, the NB column in the Times Literary Supplement cited this as one more step towards 'the Juvenilisation of Everything'. So it's hardly surprising that children's writers want to beat certain people about the head with a leatherbound volume of The Wind in the Willows. The truth, however, is more complex than the union line. Of course, something happens as you move along the spectrum from Where's Spot? to Mrs Dalloway. And it's not just that the readers get larger and, in many cases, hairier. Nor is it that the job gets harder. A picture book is a fiendishly difficult thing to write (let alone illustrate). It took at least 50 drafts and more than two years for me to whittle The Sea of Tranquility from a bloated 50,000 words to a workable 500. Which seems like a fair trade. If kids like a picture book, they're going to read it at least 50 times, and their parents are going to have to read it with them. Read anything that often and even minor imperfections start to feel like gravel in the bed. I know some authors who have written very successful picture-book texts in an hour of white-hot inspiration but this only serves to demonstrate to the rest of us how infuriatingly elusive the secret is. Why, for example, do the Mr Men books work so incredibly well when they seem to have been produced at speed with a pack of elderly felt pens by a small boy with an overdue school project? It's not a difference in subject matter, either. There are now some very good books for toddlers about sex, and plenty of thrillingly parent-frightening novels for teenagers, many of them written by Melvin Burgess. It's not a difference between one book and another, or between one reader and another. It's a difference between ways of writing and ways of reading. For me - and perhaps this is not so odd for a writer whose next book involves skin cancer and nervous breakdown - the difference is about death. Not literal death, which has been dealt with even in picture books, such as John Burningham's wonderful Granpa, but death's smaller harbingers: illness, failure, loss, the irony that we have infinite dreams but find ourselves stuck in one body for one life. Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses. Is there any other period in your life when you hate your best friend on Monday and love them again on Tuesday? But at eight, 10, 12, you don't realise you're going to die. There is always the possibility of escape. There is always somewhere else and far away, a fact I had never really appreciated until I read Gitta Sereny's profoundly unsettling Cries Unheard about child-killer Mary Bell. At 20, 25, 30, we begin to realise that the possibilities of escape are getting fewer. We begin to picture a time when there will no longer be somewhere else and far away. We have jobs, children, partners, debts, responsibilities. And if many of these things enrich our lives immeasurably, those shrinking limits are something we all have to come to terms with. This, I think, is the part of us to which literary fiction speaks. Genre fiction says: 'Forget the gas bill. Forget the office politics. Pretend you're a spy. Pretend you're a courtesan. Pretend you're the owner of a crumbling gothic mansion on this worryingly foggy promontory.' Literary fiction says: 'Bad luck. You're stuck with who you are, just as these people are stuck with who they are. But use your imagination and you'll see that even the most narrow, humdrum lives are infinite in scope if you examine them with enough care.' Obviously, we all know men of 50 who have never paused to consider their own mortality, but I'll wager that very few of them are reading Middlemarch. I don't mean that literary fiction is better than genre fiction, though I do prefer curling up with with an author such as A.M. Homes rather than Helen Fielding. Nor do I mean that the distinction is a rigid one. On the contrary, some of the best novels - Jane Eyre, The Woman in White - have a foot in both camps. I mean only that novels can perform two functions and most perform only one. Another question I've been regularly asked over the past year is what models I had in mind when writing Curious Incident. Was it To Kill a Mockingbird? Was it Catcher in the Rye? In fact, the book most often in my mind was Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was writing about boring people with desperately limited lives. We forget this because we've seen too many of her books on screen. All we can think of is country houses, heritage frocks and Colin Firth's chest in a wet shirt. But if Austen were alive today, she'd be writing about chartered accountants in Welwyn Garden City. Her heroines were bound by iron rules about what they could do, where they could go and what they could say. Their futures depended on the single question of who they would marry. Was it going to be the baronet? Or were they going to fall for a cad in tight red trousers and be discarded in a boarding house in Bath? Yet Jane Austen writes about these humdrum lives with such empathy that they seem endlessly fascinating. And her first act of empathy is to write about them in the kind of book these woman would themselves read - the romantic novel. This was what I was trying to do in Curious Incident. To take a life that seemed horribly constrained, to write about it in the kind of book that the hero would read - a murder mystery - and hopefully show that if you viewed this life with sufficient imagination it would seem infinite. When I was writing for children, I was writing genre fiction. It was like making a good chair. However beautiful it looked, it needed four legs of the same length, it had to be the right height and it had to be comfortable. With Curious Incident, I was trying to do something different. The first thing I was doing was writing to entertain myself rather than the person I remember being at six, or eight. Second, yes, the book has simple language, a carefully shaped plot and invites you to enter someone else's life. And these, I think, are the aspects of the book that appeal most to younger readers. But the book, I hope, does something more than that. The legs aren't quite the same length. It isn't entirely comfortable. It's about how little separates us from those we turn away from in the street. It's about how badly we communicate with one another. It's about accepting that every life is narrow and that our only escape from this is not to run away (to another country, another relationship, a slimmer, more confident self) but to learn to love the people we are and the world in which we find ourselves. As Christopher, my main character, says: 'People go on holidays to see new things... but I think that there are so many things just in one house that it would take years to think about all of them properly.' And I don't believe you can fully understand this aspect of the novel (or of any novel) until you have heard at your back 'Time's winged chariot hurrying near'. As a kid, I didn't read a great deal of fiction and I've forgotten most of what I did read. The Log of the Ark, Stig of the Dump, Diggy Takes His Pick; after that, my memory is very foggy indeed. I was born too late for steam trains and a lazy eye meant I'd never be an astronaut. I wanted to be a palaeoanthropologist, excavating Australopithecus bones in northern Kenya. So I read books about chemistry and how cars worked and life on the ocean floor. I still have my favourite childhood book sitting near my desk, partly so I'm ready to answer the question: 'What was you favourite book as a child?' It's Origins of the Universe by Albert Hinkelbein ('On Mars, there may be vegetation consisting of mosses and lichens'). I don't remember deciding to become a writer. You decide to become a dentist or a postman. For me, writing is like being gay. You finally admit that this is who you are, you come out and hope that no one runs away. But I do remember reading R.S. Thomas at 14 - 'Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed,/ Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills,/ Who pens a few sheep in a gap of cloud' - and being astonished that someone could arrange these perfectly ordinary words in a way that did amazing things to the inside of my head. I've spent most of my life trying to understand that mystery, and trying to give other people the experience I had. I started writing books for children because I could illustrate them myself and because, in my innocence, I thought they'd be easier. I was wrong, of course. The four Baby Dinosaurs boardbooks had 12 words each. If Dickens had spent the same time on each word, he'd still be working on the first chapter of Pickwick Papers. How do you order 12 objects - Juice, Telephone, Sandwich, Alarm Clock - to create some kind of narrative? Why do dinosaurs have such large and worryingly sensual thighs when you draw them without wrinkles? How do you make a cartoon stegosaurus look five years old rather than 35? Do we have to remove all purple dinosaurs to prevent litigation from the lawyers representing Barney the Purple Dinosaur? But if I was wrong, at least I had a stern apprenticeship. Young readers have to be entertained. No child reads fiction because they think it's going to make them a better person. If they want edification, they read Albert Hinkelbein. Bore children and they stop reading. There's no room for self-indulgence or showing off or setting the scene over the first 30 pages. Since that time, I've written 16 children's books and five unpublished novels. Some of the latter were breathtakingly bad. The Blue Guitar Murders involved a singing policeman, an escaped leopard and the theology of Thomas Aquinas. If I weren't so ashamed of it I'd suggest someone publish it as a dreadful warning to young writers who want to be the next James Joyce. My problem was that I hadn't realised the importance of what I'd learnt writing for children. It's not about you. No one wants to know how clever you are. Like children, adults need to be entertained. Even those reading to make themselves better people would prefer to enjoy the process. They don't want an insight into your mind, thrilling as it might be. They want an insight into their own. Reading is a conversation. All books talk. But a good book listens as well. Most adults, unlike most children, understand the difference between a book that will hold them spellbound for a rainy Sunday afternoon and a book that will put them in touch with a part of themselves they didn't even know existed. And perhaps this is why so many children's writers don't have children of their own. As every long-suffering parent knows, most children simply don't make the distinction. A book is either good or bad. And some of the books they think are good are very, very bad indeed. Our own son, Alfie, is only three, but when we suggest reading Shirley Hughes or Maurice Sendak he'll drag some dogeared thing off the shelf and say: 'No, I want to read the boring book.' I remember a picture from an encyclopedia in my junior science library. It was a medieval woodcut of a man who had climbed a long ladder and found himself touching the sphere on which the stars revolved. He'd removed a panel from the sphere and was staring through the hole into the outer darkness. This is what I now want from a good book. I want to be taken to the very edge. I want a glimpse into that outer darkness. I've recently returned from a publicity tour of Italy. You get asked different questions in Italy. One which cropped up several times was: 'Christopher is an atheist. Are you?' I am. But I am atheist in a very religious mould. I'm always asking myself the big questions. Where did we come from? Is there a meaning to all of this? I read the King James Bible, as all English writers should. And when I find myself in church, I edit the hymns as I sing them, like President Clinton giving evidence to Kenneth Starr about his relationship with Monica Lewinsky, just to make sure I'm not technically lying - 'All things bright and beautiful, the hmmm hmmm made them all.' Religion provides believers with two contradictory things. It gives them answers. And it celebrates mystery. It reminds them that they are a vanishingly small part of a vast cosmos. And it shows them how they are intimately connected to every part of it. Science and literature do this for me. They give me answers. And they ask me questions I will never be able to answer. This is the nearest I come to what other people might call a religious experience. First, when I'm trying to get my head round string theory or the evolution of the human eye. Second, when I open a book and find myself sliding effortlessly into the mind of someone who lived on the far side of the world and died long before I was born.
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Wikipedia has this to say about Mark HaddonMark Haddon (born 1962) is a novelist, who was educated at Uppingham School and Merton College, Oxford.He won the 2003 Whitbread Book of the Year Award for his novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, a book that provides a realistic insight into what it is like to be autistic. (Haddon had worked with autistic people as a young man.) According to an interview with the author at Powells.com, this was the first book that Haddon wrote intentionally for an adult audience; he was surprised when his publisher suggested marketing it to both adult and child audiences.Mark Haddon wrote the screenplay for the BBC television adaptation of Raymond Briggs's story Fungus the Bogeyman, screened on BBC1 in 2004.Mark Haddon is married to Dr Sos Eltis, a Fellow of Brasenose College, Oxford.
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Mark's personal web siteAfter reading a page on his site I am of the mindset that we shouldn't ask him to a live chat session. While this would be both fun and enlightening to us here at BookTalk, it seems Mark Haddon is a bit exhausted from such events.If you click on the "Life" link and then "Availability" link you are brought to the following words:Quote:Every day I receive requests to write articles, give interviews, attend literary festivals, visit schools, read books in need of supportive blurbs... It's hugely flattering, but if I accepted only a fraction of these invitations they would take over my life... After the publication of Curious Incident I did a lot of publicity. It seemed a good way of giving something back to the readers who had bought so many copies and to my publishers who had sold them. But after eighteen months it was sending me crazy... So for the moment I'm saying a polite 'No' to everything unless there are exceptional reasons... I'm a writer. Writing is how I want to spend most of my time on the planet. Nearly all the people I have met while publicising Curious Incident were kind and enthusiastic and charming, but every day I spent in their company was a day in which I got no writing done. I know all too well what it is like to be spread thin. Let's enjoy the book, discuss it to our hearts content, but leave Mark on his own to write more incredible books.
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Chris,I agree: this is a very difficult book to put down. It's a real page turner. You get sucked in very fast and once you are in, you can't (and don't want) get out!I've lost a lot of sleep two of the past four nights reading this book. The other two nights the wife/kid would not let me!
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Agreed. There's something about the way the author juxtaposes action with the more insular descriptions of Christopher's view of the world that makes reading it compelling. I finished a few nights ago, despite every intention of going much slower with the book.
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