One of the writing tropes to which I totally object is the notion that writers are defined by what they’re best known for – and that they’re somehow incapable of anything else. Or worse, not even capable of writing what they are acclaimed for.
It happens in an awful lot of places and ways, including fiction circles, where authors get tagged with whatever genre they’ve become known for, and that’s an end to it. If the author does do something different, they risk having critics treat them as if they are incompetent – as if the author has dared to step outside what they know and must, by default, be found wanting. That’s partly, I believe, why J K Rowling used a pseudonym for her detective novel.
The reality – as Rowling’s work makes abundantly clear – is that many authors are quite capable of tackling a wide range of things, brilliantly and with obvious quality. Look at Arthur C. Clarke, whose work ranged from science fact to science fiction (and he understood Einsteinian space-time).
To me that’s all to the good. Personally I couldn’t think of anything more limiting than trawling and re-trawling a specific small territory. I’ve written two books on New Zealand’s First World War, and unless something new occurs to me (which is always possible) that’s enough for the moment. I’ve done three books, to date, on the earlier New Zealand Wars – each ‘cutting into’ the topic from a very different angle. I do want to revise my main analytical volume on the period, but I haven’t much interest in doing anything more.
There is too much else to write about – new, interesting fields that pique my curiosity. Einsteinian space-time, for instance, though truth be told, I knew about that as a teenager – and won a regional science prize on the back of it.
Watch this space. Geddit? Space? Just remember that, when my next important writing thing happens. You’ll see. More soon.
Copyright © Matthew Wright 2015