Iain M Banks, Thursday 11th October 2012, 7pm, International Anthony Burgess Foundation
Words by Guy Garrud. Photograph by Jon Atkin.
There's a definite buzz in the air in the tall brick-lined
room in the old Chorlton Mill. The crowd
chats quietly; more than a few commenting on the slightly odd red metal, glass
and plywood lift in the corner behind the stage. After a short pause, Iain M Banks is
introduced and takes to the stage.
He's slightly taller in person than he appears on sleeve
notes; slimmer too. He's also exactly the sort of cheerfully amiable chap the
world needs more of. He plucks the microphone from its stand and wanders the
stage with the relaxed confidence of a stand-up comedian.
He breaks the ice by warning us that if we don't ask enough
questions, he'll go into "self-questioning mode", and proceeds to list
a number of FAQs that bring a look of despair to his features... We are left in
no doubt that it will be more fun for everyone if we up our game for this
session.
The questions range from accusing the US military of patent
violation through to anthropological studies, the nature of a Utopia and how
'Espedair' isn't really an anagram of 'despair'. Banks talks as much about his
mainstream fiction and life in general as he does the grand space-opera of his
culture novels, and there's no sense of segregation between these.
On Consider Pheblas:
"The brief was to out Star Wars Star Wars."
On The Wasp Factory:
"It's supposed to be a pro-feminist novel,
damn it!"
On writing about violence:
"I had to stop shooting pigeons as I was starting to
enjoy it."
It also transpires that, in addition to being a prolific
novelist, Banks has a musical side: "I've written a symphony... I haven't
the faintest idea what key it's in... the first note's a middle C, if that
helps?"
Questions seem to come thick and fast and before we're really
aware of it, our time is up and a table is brought out for Banks to sign copies
of his new book, old books, and pretty much anything else that comes to hand.
All in all, a fun evening and the only complaint is the wish
that it could have gone on longer - although that's hardly a complaint!
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