Both Hot Milk and Swimming Home were shortlisted for the Booker Prize. Do you think prize nominations make it more likely that a book will have another life, beyond the page?
Yes, prize nominations definitely draw attention to the book from the film industry, but that doesn’t mean the book will actually make it to film. There are brilliant novels that don’t make brilliant films. I, of course, believe that every novel and every short story I write would make a superb film. I live in hope. What else is there to live in?
You and director Rebecca Lenkiewicz share a background in theatre. Has that fed into the film adaptation in any way? How do the worlds of stage and screen compare?
I don’t think they do compare. Film is a visual form, so the story is going to be told in images, maybe with very little dialogue. What really matters in every form is the complexity of human problems – what do the characters want and what is stopping them from getting it?
Your play 50 Minutes has recently been staged in Switzerland, and you’ve talked about the fear and thrill of sitting in the audience, experiencing their reactions live. Could you describe the relationship you have with your audiences, and the difference between readers and watchers?
Theatre is a collective experience, reading is a solitary experience. A playwright sitting alone in the dark with the audience is very tuned in to when she has lost their attention and keen to know why – or its opposite – the pleasure of witnessing the intense attention of the audience at a particular moment.
So, at the start of the run of a play, I am still deleting lines and maybe tweaking a scene. By the time I have submitted a novel to my publisher, I have done all that work. A writer is also a reader. I am the first reader of all my books and, in a way, I am its most critical audience.
What I most love about reading is that it is solitary: I can be pulled into big emotions and ideas, be devastated or laugh or smile or cry, but most of all I am invited to think and feel without being observed.