Robin Yassin-Kassab

Interview with Mohsin Hamid

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mohsin-hamidIt was a pleasure to interview Mohsin Hamid, author of ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist’ and ‘Exit West’, for the National. This here is the less edited version.

How did you become a writer? Put another way, why do you write?

I’ve always been a fantasist. Like many children, I used to play make-believe, and I still spend several hours a day living in my imagination. Why didn’t I grow out of it? Most people do, or at least are happy for their imaginings to be guided – they enter worlds made by others, in books or films.

I suspect it’s because I’m uncomfortable with the world as it is. I am mixed and mongrelised. I’ve lived my life between Pakistan, the UK and the US, so I’m foreign everywhere. Then, as I get older, my parents’ generation is passing away. Like everyone, I can’t provide the level of security for my children I’d like to. I experience the vulnerability that we all share.

I’m the type of person who requires unreal activity in order to function. If I don’t write fiction for extended periods I become unsettled, anxious, uncertain. I’m less of a pain to be around when I’m writing.

Your writing is distinguished by its clarity. The prose seems effortless, and the volumes are fairly thin. Yet once you told me a novel takes seven years to write. So how much rewriting is necessary?

My first two novels took seven years each. The third took six, and the fourth only four. I start with some ideas. I explore and build them up. I write an outline and fill notebooks. I even write a draft. Oftentimes these ideas don’t work, or they lead to a dead end. Then I may write a draft which shares no words with the first but is nevertheless influenced by it. The first draft of “Exit West” looked like the final product – the first time it happened – though many ideas from the draft were abandoned. I start with something that demands engagement. As I deal with it, my thoughts begin to clarify.

I’m fortunate in having honest readers – my wife first, but also my agent, and editors. And I write for an imaginary reader, not Pakistani or American, not male or female. In other words, I write novels that I’d like to read, that leave a lot open. I write half-novels if you like, not very long, which leave space for the reader to react and imagine.

Your writing, though very accessible, is often formally adventurous. What does form mean to you?

Form is the starting point. I use it in the same way poets used to use metre and rhyme, not as a restriction but as a set of rules to produce inspiration. Form makes possible the kind of story that readers can relate to intuitively. Form brings with it rhythms and patterns. Even if these are not evident, the way the mind works means they are helpful. Form provides vital architecture. The correct form depends on the nature of the story. This is what I must figure out: what’s the story about? What form suits it? What language fits the form?

You see, I don’t accept the notion that there is a stable thing called reality which the novel simply reflects. Humans are complex bio-chemical machines, and reality blurs quickly. What parts of me are talking to what parts of you? My construct of myself is a fiction. I often behave in ways that contradict this fiction. Through form, the novel can reveal the way in which reality is constructed, and how our selves themselves are constructed. Form allows writer and reader to enter a shared domain. We are aware it’s made up, so it can be still more potent than what we call reality.

“Exit West” contains sci-fi elements… (I reviewed Exit West here.)

The exponential rate of technological and political change means that the current moment feels very like science fiction. I think the sci-fi aspects of “Exit West” bring it closer to our contemporary world. Right now we’re talking to each other through our screens. A door has been opened from one place to another… Sci-fi is our lived emotional reality.

I recently read Nicholas Carr’s book “The Shallows”, which uses hard brain science to confirm what we already suspected – the internet is making us more distracted, less capable of deep reflection or empathy.

The default setting of our species is towards the merger of humans with machines. We’ve outsourced our memory, and the determination of what inputs will interest us, to the internet. Separation from our phones causes great anxiety, as an addict feels when separated from the object of addiction. Soon we may choose to link our brains directly to machines. Nanobots may monitor our bodies from the inside.

Machines think differently to us. Just as the machines must become more human for us to use them, so we must become more machine-like. The human that will eventually be capable of merger will not be like us, but perhaps less empathetic, less spontaneous. Is this what we wish to become? The emotional answer is no, yet as a herd we’re galloping towards it. The danger is that this is happening with so little awareness or consent. Our democratic structures no longer map onto technological reality.

“How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia”, unusually, is written in the second person. The title suggests a capitalist self-help manual, but the novel is something very different to that.

That was inspired by Sufi love poems which are addressed to the divine beloved as ‘you’. There’s a grappling between the cultural origins of the setting and current materialist economic realities.

Globalisation is a theme running through your novels.

And it’s not a new concern. None of us comes from where we’re from, genetically speaking. Our history is of dispersal, and of other peoples imposing on our lives. 150 years ago the East India Company was in Lahore. Before that it was the Mughuls. Further back, Alexander’s army. What’s new is that societies which previously globalised outwards are now being globalised inwards, and this makes them uncomfortable. But the discomfort is based on a false view of history. Donald Trump’s ancestors, for instance, arrived in America very recently.

But beneath the surface, I think your key theme is love.

Life is finite. Rapid change causes anxiety. So what really matters? There are various answers. Living in the moment, for example, or accepting suffering and thereby transcending it. The answer I’m most drawn to is emotional connection to others. Through connection we become less constrained, less finite. I find this approach – which is found in the Sufi tradition – both intriguing and compelling. Love is perhaps the most potent response to the anxieties of a globalised and shifting reality, and it continues to appear in my writing.

“Discontent and its Civilisations” – playing on Freud’s “Civilisation and its Discontents” – is a collection of essays. How does your non-fiction relate to your fiction?

The book includes a section on personal experiences, a section on art, and one on politics. It’s a gathering of my thoughts. It certainly influenced “Exit West”. The narration of my previous novels was always in some way unreliable, but this was a novel that said what it meant.

You live in Lahore. How does the location influence your writing?

I returned to Pakistan in 2009. This is the only place where I can see my parents and my kids every day. I grew up in an extended family. I dislike and resist many aspects of contemporary Pakistani culture, but the extended family works for us.

I’m not pessimistic about Pakistan, but the optimism I felt in 2009 has been beaten out of me. There are more art galleries, PhD programmes, interesting musicians than before. There’s also a diminishing of democratic space and a reduction of tolerance. Pakistan influences my experience of the world, but I’m not a spokesman for Pakistan.

“Exit West” is to some extent a locationless novel…

I used the specificities of Lahore as a jumping-off point to talk about the universal city. Lahore has equal claim to template status with any large city, including the imperial metropoles. To live in any city today is to live with precariousness and a sense of impending apocalypse – through political, economic or climate change. So my place is as universal as any place.


Written by Robin Yassin-Kassab

September 3, 2017 at 11:19 pm

Posted in book review, Interview, Pakistan

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