Kerry Hudson’s debut novel “Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma” was one of my favourite books of last year. When Janie Ryan is born, she’s just the latest in a long line of Ryan women, Aberdeen fishwives to the marrow, always ready to fight. Her violet-eyed Grandma had predicted she’d be sly, while blowing Benson and Hedges smoke rings over her Ma’s swollen belly. In the hospital, her family approached her suspiciously, so close she could smell whether they’d had booze or food for breakfast. It was mostly booze. Tony Hogan tells the story of a Scottish childhood of filthy council flats and B&Bs, screeching women, feckless men, fags and booze and drugs, the dole queue and bread and marge sandwiches. It is also the story of an irresistible, irrepressible heroine, a dysfunctional family you can’t help but adore, the absurdities of the eighties and the fierce bonds that tie people together no matter what. Told in an arrestingly original — and cry-out-loud funny — voice, it launches itself headlong into the middle of one of life’s great fights, between the pull of the past and the freedom of the future. And Janie Ryan, born and bred for combat, is ready to win.To celebrate the release of the paperback, I asked Kerry twenty questions about herself and her work …
What do you hope people take away from the book?
Which were the hardest parts to write?
The end scenes were by far the hardest. Janie has matured, she’s seeing everything clearly and suddenly realises what could be in store for her. But at the same time those scenes that were hard to write are some of the ones that I’m proudest of now; they’re absolutely honest, absolutely truthful.
Which were the hardest parts to leave out?
When did you know it was finished?
How much notice do you take of reviews?
Is winning awards important to you?
How old do you think you need to be to read the book?
If Tony Hogan was a song, what song would it be?
If you could change anything about the book … would you?
Thirst is a love story set between present day Hackney and Siberia. It’s not a follow up to Tony Hogan except that it’s also about normal people, with big, bruised, flawed hearts trying to overcome what life’s given them and chase a bit of happiness.
Having written your second novel, do you find yourself concerned with any re-occuring themes?
I’m still interested in the same things, and use writing as a way of analysing things that make me curious in some way, so I think it’s natural that there are reoccurring themes. How people with their own fragility find love and look after others. What blows life delivers, why and whether it’s ever possible to get beyond them. Small, simple kindnesses and acts of bravery and how much they can change things. Yes, there’s lots from Tony Hogan that I’m still exploring in Thirst.
What kind of books do you like to read?
I’ve done quite a few ‘best of’ or ‘my favourite’ lists recently and what I’ve come realise is that I hunger for three things: a good laugh or some joy, a squeezing at my heart and a decent story where you care what happens next to the characters. With those three it’ll be a good un as far as I’m concerned.
What kind of books leave you cold?
None really, even really poor ones I’ve read there’s something to be learned form why they don’t work. I have a rule that if I’m not enjoying something I just stop which makes it easier to take a punt. There’s so many good books in the world why would you plough through something you’re not getting off on?
What qualities as a writer would you most like to develop and strengthen?
So, so many! I would like to be able to write with more choice instead of sitting down and what comes out comes out, which is how it is at the moment. I get my idea, a strand of story and then I write it in the only way I know how. I feel there must be a more controlled way of writing but I remind myself all the time though that, having only written two novels, I’ve years to learn, develop and mature. I’m really excited by the idea that this is the beginning of that.
If you could live anywhere else and at any other time where and when would that be?
In America at the time of the Beatniks. I was properly obsessed by them when I was about 16 (nope, not a very normal teenager). I think what appealed to me was the meeting of absolute personal freedom and creative productivity. I did end up going to San Francisco and City Light’s Book Store when I was 21 but I would have loved to have gone when the movement, provocative, radical often fairly mental, was emerging.
Which writers, living or dead, do you most admire?
Roddy Doyle, Anne Tyler, Frank McCourt, A. M. Homes, John Irving, Janice Galloway, Jeanette Winterson, Graham Greene, Sylvia Plath, Jennifer Egan…the list is endless because I admire anyone who writes with truth and does so beautifully and luckily there are plenty like that out there.
What function does and should literature serve in 2013?
Needless to say on an individual basis very book should inform or entertain, throw a light on the unseen or make the reader feel something or think about something they hadn’t before. Otherwise, what’s the point? Aside from that I think that literature produced at any time in history should be indicative of the society of the that time and its complexities and nuances. I think that literature should show the full spectrum of society whether that’s the case in 2013 I’m not sure.
Describe your ideal writing day
I get up and run while the airs still a bit cold from the morning, I cook a nice big lunch, I write a wee bit (it’s a first draft and I’m still learning what will happen), I cycle to the cinema and see an afternoon film, I write a wee bit more (I don’t know what will happen but I have a good feeling in my bones which is the best you can hope for at first draft), I hit my 1000 words, I meet someone whose company makes me happy and go for a big walk and a talk across this big beautiful city. Basically: daily targets, first drafts and simple pleasures.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I don’t disbelieve in them and it’s quite a comforting thought, all of those stories, lives, histories all around you…