Nicola Griffith, Faculty Reading, Emerging Writers' Retreat

Nicola Griffith, Faculty Reading, Emerging Writers' Retreat



slow burger was uh I wrote it in 1990 as published in the nights in school but and the reason I want to read from Ashley the reason I want to read from it tonight is that I have so many stories to tell about this book has been out there such a long time it's been published but the fists are ours tell us in 94 I printed out there made misrepresented as was printed in space put it in but mailed it to my ancient friend now my my agent had sold my first normal Abba night which was set it was like a future planetary romances so she gets this outline for sliver and she phoned me up and she says well neglect it's it's a really interesting story but this is not a selling out line and they say well why not friend it's just as long now I understand why mod the protagonist of a MIDI had to have a girlfriend should have a choice but why why is it white is low or the filtering because she died eventually always with Valentine Valentine del Rey and I had zero problem getting mainstream reviews New York Times as of point o le Times Washington Post except the Queen press I to advance reading copies to outright in Boston when they still so I took a bunch of advance reading comics back people more like and I don't stop my god they're either rockets and this eventually around then science fiction reviews oh my god the reviewers were so bothered by the fact that all my novels were only about lesbian sex oh really let's do this no and it's true you know that there is a lot dykes exit like there's also a lot of strength sex is just say it I don't know how many of you read about the experiment where you get 10 10 people in a room all we want me to traditionally position okay but there's an experiment we put seven men three women in a room and an observable safe it's about half and then if you have four women sorry okay so if you if you have ten with ten people in a room sedimentary women they think there is equal if you have whole women six bands based a myself majority and this is it's kind of what happens travels out but the book was published all over the world and still in print I still get morally to chest YC and they're not huge but guys are really nice people out so basically the moral of my story is anyone they really will it's and even if you make it good enough they will write and that's why you hear this to make your vision better there's no not to follow some else's vision all the people here in this room are we're making the determination in this room all you people you are the nucleus so don't let anyone tell me how to burn with your own vision write what you want to write but listen to the people who can help you make it better don't listen to the people you sing anyway I have a million stories I can tell about this book but I think it's probably time for nutrition get to the world it's a near-future science fiction story it's the story of one woman at her place in the world a story about identity that there's the cause lots of Saxon explosion it as a cool stuff but I usually describe it wasn't all that silly of the main characters we'll look low that she's born into a really privileged family she lives her life then at the age and she's kidding and she's literally she's stripped of everything even her clothes she's dumped naked and injured in a strange city in the middle of the night and she's got no one to tend to nowhere to go and then the book the book actually begins which is fine but I can tell you as much but the thing I think to read now is from near the beginning when rule is waking up in an alley the first thing she thought when she won't make it on on the cobbles was don't roll onto your back she lay very still and tried to concentrate on the cold stones and they hit em cheap and strange taste in her mouth drugs they've given her drugs to make her stop struggling after she she couldn't afford to remember though she would think about it later when she was sinful the memory of what had happened strength safely back into the state level she raised her head felt the great open / across her tracks and stretch nausea force to debrief shallowly for a moment but then she lifted her hand again and looked about night in some strange City she was killed in a fetal position the rats of rubbish on the site Linda Collins Street Bullock an alley somewhere in the edge of the peripheral vision the colors of a news tanker flashed silently she closed her eyes again tried to sing a Whitney was blown now and paper and newsprint hours left in her face she pushed it away that changed the mind and pull to her fate much in red and insulating voices the odd metallic taste in her mouth was fading at her head to clear the middle she had to find somewhere to hide and she had to get warm rain fell on her live but she looked at ulta matically feeling confused why should she hide surely there were people who would love her and care for her 10/10 gently foods if she just let them know where she wants but hi said the voice from the crocodile brain hi I told muscles jumped and sweat started on her flanks and the sick great memory like a balloon in her head swelled with rebels she crawled towards the news tape because it's very fellas a series of news pictures flashing over and over and imitating flight she sat on the road in the rain tonight naked and bathed in the colors as if they were sort of sunlight or safe it took her a while to realize what she was seeing the self the self sitting naked running channel white foam begging her family to please please pay what her kidnappers wanted the pictures while a katana were ripping open the bubble in her head trenching heroin images the kidnapped the humiliation the camera filming so your family will see was serious he had said day after day marked an 18th birthday spent huddled negative attempt in the middle of a room with nothing but a plastic slop bucket for company and here it was in color 3rd naked and weeping a man ranting at the camera demanding money 3rd tied to a chair begging for food begging and the whole world had seamless the whole world had seen her in nakedness physically and mentally while they ate their breakfast or took the passengers going through or maybe drinking coffee at home they've been caught to get the images and decided what the hell meds will pay to download the whole story and she remembered his kidnappers one who had always smelled the frying fish off we needed path carrying he ran out into the body art because she was supposed to be don't be with the drugs she involved the other one camera on his shoulders filming from the back of an open man she remembered the smell of rain on the Father in Rome is resting by a wall and the panic as she thought this is it the gun to kill me and the absolute determination to fight one last time the way the metallic blanketed felt as it slid off her off her shoulders how he pushed the man by her side dropped the physics sighs Jagan England – remembered the look on his face as his eyes met hers as he knew she was going to tell them as she knew she was there to show the shot into his throat she wouldn't she remembered the tight girl as he fell bullying her with him crashing into a pile of metal the ancient flower blade opening her early back for shoulder to love others were the shouting of another man as he jumped from the man camera smash into the cobbles pulling her up checking them out on the ground shouting you killed them you stupid bitch you killed him the way her body would look wouldn't have made image to run how he pushed her roughly into the van and slammed the doors remembered him telling the man where to go the blood on his hands the way he cursed her for a fool haven't she known they were letting her go but she hadn't she thought they were going to kill them and then is the way he shook his hair said sorry we forced me to do this and at least he won't feel any pain and the panic again scrambling widely in the handle behind him the door falling open she remembered beginning the slow double backwards the simultaneous flooding statement and nasal drunk which should have been fatal but she was alive alive enough to sit in the rain skin stains and pictures of herself [Applause] yeah

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