The Paris Review
Subscribe Current Issue Back Issues Interviews Blog Books Print Series Audio Foundation Events Store About

The Paris Review Interviews

Return to Interview Archive Index

Ian McEwan
© Nancy Crampton
IAN MCEWAN

The Art of Fiction No. 173
Interviewed by Adam Begley
Issue 162, Summer 2002
Purchase this issue
View a manuscript page

From the Interview
INTERVIEWER
The Child in Time begins with the abduction of a child—one of those moments of life-changing drama that became something of a hallmark.

McEWAN
Yes. I was still interested in writing at the edge of human experience. But now I was beginning to take character more seriously. These moments of crisis were to become a way of exploring and testing character. How we might withstand, or fail to withstand, an extreme experience, what moral qualities and questions are brought forward, how we live with the consequences of our decisions, how memory torments, what time does, what resources we have to fall back on. At the time this was hardly a conscious choice or a systematic program; it was simply how it came out in a number of novels, beginning with this one. And of course, these scenes—the stealing of the child, the black dogs, the fall from a helium balloon, and so on—offered attractive fictional possibilities in themselves. They presented challenges of pace, description, a sort of drumbeat of sentences, cadences you can only get from action scenes. They also offered a means of exerting a hold over the reader. And I could have action and ideas. I developed a taste for these various elements over a period of time.
      In 1986 I was at the Adelaide literary festival where I read the scene from The Child in Time in which the little girl is stolen from a supermarket. I had finished a first draft the week before and I wanted to try it out. As soon as I was done, Robert Stone got to his feet and delivered a most passionate speech. It really seemed to come from the heart. He said, "Why do we do this? Why do writers do this, and why do readers want it? Why do we reach into ourselves to find the worst thing that can be thought? Literature, especially contemporary literature, keeps reaching for the worst possible case."
      I still don't have a clear answer. I fall back on the notion of the test or investigation of character, and of our moral nature. As James famously asked, What is incident but the illustration of character? Perhaps we use these worst cases to gauge our own moral reach. And perhaps we need to play out our fears within the safe confines of the imaginary, as a form of hopeful exorcism.

Read Listen Look



SEARCH     Full Search
E-mail this page | Print | View Cart | Check Out
Selections From the Current Issue
Summer 2010
INTERVIEW
R. Crumb, David Mitchell
FICTION
Katherine Dunn
DISPATCH
Julia Whitty
MEMOIR
Wenguang Huang, Victor LaValle
POETRY
Matthew Zapruder
PHOTOGRAPHS
Jeff Antebi
Related Links
DNA logo
©2010, The Paris Review
Terms and Conditions Privacy Policy Contact Site Map