ANAMAR, which is a novel, and I see even looking over the little chunk I was going to put in as a taster there were three corrections to be made, so God knows what the rest is like (and I thinking I was the world’s best text-editor), but I want to move on to my next project so what the hell. Here’s the taster anyway, which is when Sara first meets the misshapen six-legged “unicorn” who will carry her across war-torn Europe and all the way to India:
….she thought of a clown. Whatever Kryak was, he seemed to be inside a body that he was not quite used to, or that didn’t quite fit him.
“Unicorns are just like small horses, with horns,” Sara told him. “They’re very delicate, like a deer, and they only come to young girls.”
“To young girls,” Kryak said. It seemed he always repeated the last words she said. “See then, I have come to you. But a unicorn like a horse – why, that would be four legs and no neck! He made a noise something between a soft whinny and a hoarse bleat, then turned his head slightly and started scratching his ear with one of his front feet. “Some have horns,” he added after a while. “Horns, stars, domes, clubs – some with nodding plumes like rainbow-coloured windflowers: ah, beautiful. And the thunder of the unicorns in the winds of sunset, or in the violet light of the thaw-cloud… You should see it, little wanderer; it is worth a few tears.”
Sara said nothing. Whatever Kryak was, she had no reason to doubt him. She was a little shocked to learn that unicorns were not the creatures she had thought they were. “Can all unicorns talk?” she stammered….
Anyway, I got this done, with some help from Anna, and of course Rachel who oversaw all the transcribing from the original manuscript; and though I’m not happy with the format I did want somewhere else to store the thing rather than just as typescript in my pile of boxes. At some stage, if I can catch Ben in between serious print-jobs, I shall get him to print out alluring extracts and distribute them in all the re-opened cafes of the World.
I wrote Anamar between ’92 and ’94 – I guess, as it has some points in common with Ruth and the Blue Horse, though curiously I associate working on it more with when I was supposed to be Michael Player’s gardener at Boharm, and that was a couple of years earlier. On submission It was immediately turned down by my publisher, on the grounds that it was too like The Shining Bridge. Eh? I thought – but the Editor’s Word is pretty final. It turned out the be the first of an avalanche of rejections, with the exception of Timeghost (which got a fairly hard-won acceptance but whose sales were such that it finally convinced Walker Books that I was altogether a bad investment), but the light at the end of said avalanche was when I realised that I would soon be able to live like a king on my state pension – and write like one too, without having to bend to someone else’s idea of what I should be producing; and guess what? since “retiring” I’ve had practically nil time for any proper writing! (well, I guess I hadn’t expected calamitous house-fires, etc). Anyway, I won’t be too hard on my dear ex-editor, Sally Christie, because after she got out of publishing (Timeghost must have been one of her last projects, I think) and had a family, she went back to her first love, writing, and subsequently discovered that the world of “young adult” publishing had drastically changed. Pre-Harry Potter it had was still a relatively gentlemanly place to be, and there was still a vague commitment to challenging young readers’ minds rather than just giving them more of what they were wanting… I don’t know what Sally will be doing next – possibly nothing literary – but I can recommend the two books she did manage to get published with David Fickling, The Icarus Show and Spirit, quietly dark stories that still manage to be quite down-to-earth.
And now I’m going to see if I can make a link to the actual text of my little masterpiece….Anamar. – ha, who needs masterpieces when you can work a computer?…..