Jeff Noon, l'auteur de Vurt, a répondu à quelques questions pour le site The Cult Den. Son dernier roman remontant à 2002, il revient justement sur ses activités durant cette longue période mais également sur son nouveau projet de roman, Channel SK1N.
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| Finally, whispers suggest that a new book is in the offing. What can you impart about Channel SK1N? Should we all be tuned to pirate frequencies? OK, first of all a warning: I can’t talk about Channel SK1N without getting utterly excited. I got the idea a couple of years ago whilst listening to the song “All the Young Dudes”, written by David Bowie for the band Mott the Hoople. It was these particular lyrics that got me going: “Television man is crazy, saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks. Oh man I need TV, when I got T Rex.” Television man is crazy. I kept thinking about that. Television man is crazy! Television man. And I suddenly got this image of a man who was a television. That was it. A human being who somehow or other transformed into a television. So, I got round to writing a first draft, or the start of one, showed it to a few people. Put it aside. And then one day I just started writing again, and writing and writing. I hadn’t written a novel in a long time. I felt I was set free. I just couldn’t stop writing! My lodger came home, stared at me, said what’s wrong, you look like you’re in a trance. I was. I was in a trance. At times I would cover up the laptop screen with a tea towel, to stop myself from going back and checking things, from trying to get things right. To just let the words have their own say. And the story flowed out: a woman starts to pick up tv broadcasts on her skin, they take her over, transform her. She’s in pain, she’s desperate, on the run, everybody’s after her, they want a piece of her, they want to turn her into product. And then, one day... Ah well, soon enough Nola’s story will be told. The old dot, dot, dot trick. It’s a book of ghost frequencies, of static overload, pirate broadcasts, programmes that exist between channels, stray signals, noise, interference patterns. It’s all skin and blood and image-blur and transmission and fizz and buzz and screenflesh crackling in the night of phantoms. My word processor allowed me to make a list of words I had added to its dictionary, just for this novel alone. All these neologisms I had created to tell the story of this woman. There were hundreds of them. Hundreds of new words. At the same time, I hope it’s got a good old story to tell. Somewhere along the avant-pulp interface, Channel SK1N exists. The screen clicks on. |
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