Do you remember the first time?

A couple of things have prompted this blog, which is about authors’ first novels. Primarily it is a combination of reading Endless by Matt Bone and the fact that my girlfriend’s first novel is currently being edited for release in January next year. But a second prompt came from the author Sam Sykes, whose work I have never read and whom I do not follow on twitter, but the publisher Gollancz re-tweeted this a few days ago:

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Now, I don’t agree 100% with the sentiments expressed in these tweets. As Sykes himself confesses, he hadn’t found his voice by the time he was published. And there is a reason, for example, that I “publish” this blog rather than keeping a diary or something which would be private, rather than public. Even though only a few people look at it the response of the public, of people I don’t know, can generally be very interesting. Sometimes it can be offensive or rude, but those can hopefully be ignored. But some of the most constructive criticism you can get is from people who will be blunt, because they don’t know you. And in this way, you can improve.

The idea that a first novel should be very good is in some ways an anathema. After all, it is the curse of many bands that, after an exceptional first album, the second just cannot live up to the hype. Arcade Fire suffer from having an excellent and well-loved first album despite their later success and I firmly believe that by most other bands Neon Bible would be regarded as a classic and one of their best; for Arcade Fire it is sidelined, hidden away, simply because it could not live up to Funeral. Fortunately, The Suburbs was magnificent enough that it challenged the first album for greatness. A better position to be in, however, is that of a band like the White Stripes who, as far as I can tell because I wasn’t really paying attention at the time, had two fairly OK albums, and then two magnificent ones a bit later on. As Sykes argues, the first books often don’t have a voice. If you emerge with a voice fully formed, then all you will attract later is complaints when you try to change and develop it.

To apply this to novels, the first author who springs to my mind is, as ever, Ursula Le Guin. Her first novel, developed from short stories, was Rocannon’s World, a fairly good science fiction/fantasy novel which, as she would later comment herself, is not as good as what Gene Wolfe does with similar concepts. The ensuing trilogy, Planet of Exile and City of Illusions is fine, but much of what is done with these books – the ethnographer on a strange planet in Rocannon’s World, the permafrost of Planet of Exile – is picked up again and developed in The Left Hand of Darkness, an undoubtably superior book. At around the same time she began the Earthsea series, and again we see improvement as the trilogy goes along, but personally I feel that the trilogy as a whole shows a lot more competence as a writer because she had grown more, learned by doing, and reached a better point in her skill to do what she wanted as an author. Should Rocannon’s World have remained unpublished? Of course not! Then the series may not have developed, and we would not have Left Hand nor The Dispossessed, and the world would be a more impoverished place.

A counter-argument perhaps emerges when a first book is phenomenally successful, or belongs in a series which becomes phenomenally successful and relies on reading every volume. I’m thinking of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling. I don’t think I’m going to be expressing too controversial an opinion if I suggest that Stone is not the best of the Harry Potter books (it’s Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban) but it has to be good enough to fit with the standard of the rest of the series. And I would say it does, perhaps because in the latter part of the series the books become too long and perhaps were less successfully edited. But here I would suggest the problem is more Arcade Fire, and the series has to be considered as a whole rather than as individual parts. The “second novel”, therefore, is not Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets but The Casual Vacancy. Comments on the internet are already being bitter about the success of the well-loved by all ages Potter and the fact that Rowling can’t write anyway so it will be rubbish blah blah blah; these are people who will never be pleased. But even for those who devoured the Potter books as children, writing something different after such a long time poses difficulties, and it might be a lot easier (if not necessarily better, or more successful) were the first series not to have attracted the attention which I did, and if there were less pressure and fewer assumptions about how the book needs to be.

I think I will have some more thoughts on this topic in the future, when I have read King Rat, China Miéville’s first book, which is unlikely to be as good as The City and the City. As a concluding thought I would perhaps say this: when my literary intentions were greater, and I was reading about the publishing industry, I kept on being told that most authors have an unpublished first novel. Others, for example The Flood by Ian Rankin, are published but sink without a trace only to find a new lease of life when the author finds success elsewhere, such as in the phenomenal Rebus series. The first is not the most important. It is important, as a foot in the publishing door if nothing else. But, really, the follow-up is much more important. Showing that you have longevity, and can keep on going – that’s what you want in an author.

Blogging

So, um, yes. I started this blog fourteen and a half months ago and thought that I would make more than one post in it. I did not. That seems strange to me now, as I did manage to keep a physical offline journal or whatever at the time, far better than I’m doing now. But anyway, in the car coming home I thought that this Christmas what I will try to do is write a blog a day. It seems to be a thing to do. I can’t quite remember my reason why now though, and much of the inspiration appears to have gone.

It seems appropriate to be restarting this blog now as at the time The Suburbs by Arcade Fire had just come out and I considered calling this blog “Mountains beyond Mountains” (which, as I correctly foresaw at the time, would have been a terrible, terrible thing to do) and the video for that Arcade Fire song (still, I would suggest, one of if not the best song on The Suburbs) was released this week. You can see it at http://www.sprawl2.com which has both the traditional, song-with-some-moving-pictures video, and the strange, interactive video which I can’t really get to work properly. Or maybe I have and I don’t understand it.

So the plan is: to write a blog every day that I am at home this Christmas. To actually get some of my thoughts down and on the internet, as I find that this hasn’t quite matched what I was actually thinking while I was in the car without the ability to do it. To see if I can actually be bothered or interesting enough to keep up a blog. That kind of thing. On the basis of this entry I would suggest: no. No I cannot be interesting enough.

The Land Between Two Rivers

Well then: new blog. Wish I could figure out what happened to my old one on MSN, there was some good stuff in there. Well, some stuff, anyway. I knew how to use it is the point. I just about figured out that clicking the “New Post” button allowed me to post an entry, not sure how long it will take me to figure out how to delete the sort of preview one that they put on just when you sign up, and it will no doubt take me even longer to figure out how to rename the blog (currently “…” as I couldn’t think of anything but was assured I would be able to change it “any time”).

The name I want to give this blog is “The Land Between Two Rivers”. I have rejected “Matthew Lloyd’s precious little life” as it will undoubtably be a bit rubbish seeming in not too long a time, and “Mountains Beyond Mountains” because it’s a too recent musical reference. “Land Between Two Rivers” means nothing to anyone but me, as it is a reference to Pangaea, my world, and more specifically to Nashua, whose name means “the land between two rivers”. I may in fact be renaming the story I had earstwhile been calling “Pangaea” “Pangaea: the Land Between Two Rivers” for pretty much that purpose, and I do intend for this to be something of a writing blog. Well, also for me to comment on the scifi/fantasy books I happen to be reading at the time, too, and possibly other things like teevee and music and so on.

For example, today I have been mostly listening to Arcade Fire. I am currently listening to Rebellion (Lies) on Funeral, which is still undoubtably their best album. But I also listened to Neon Bible all the way through, and remembered how good that was. I think The Suburbs is as good, but less special, as was suggested on Roundtable on 6Music today. Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) is, however, a magnificant track. I don’t think I’m alone any more in thinking it is the best track on the album. But the rest of the album risesto meet it. Ready to Start is very good, and both the Half Lights. I’m also realizing how good a rock track Month of May is as well. Compared to the universal excellence of Funeral, perhaps it is not all that great. But taken on it’s own merits it is still a very good album, so hurrah!

Okay, so what I’m going to do now is publish this, look around for a bit at doing some other things, give up, write in my actual physical diary, then go to bed. We will see if I can keep the whole blog thing going again!