Nestled on my bookshelf are a couple of novels by an author called Patrick Gale. I read my favourite, Notes from an Exhibition, on holiday a few years ago and was both moved and impressed by it. It's the story of a family, simultaneously ordinary yet extraordinary, deeply affected by the death of artist, mother and human whirlwind, Rachel, who had bipolar disorder. The story moves backwards and forwards in time, revealing aspects of the past through exhibit notes from the artist's posthumous exhibition. It was clear that the author was knowledgeable about mental health issues, but the way the story was written elevated it to being way more than a straightforward tale of adversity. I found the book clever, painful, sweet, fulfilling and gut-wrenchingly real. It covers big topics such as mental illness, love, religion, family, sexuality and hope - but without any of them ever being heavy-handed or overdone. I absolutely loved the book.
My friend Katie and I were therefore delighted to meet with Patrick and Vicky, the person in charge of publicity for his publisher, in a busy cafe in Bloomsbury, having won a Waterstones prize to "meet the author."
Going to London is a big deal for me. I find urban life exciting and enjoyable, yet it can be dangerous. It's easy for me to become overstimulated and overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people, the noise and the bustle. This can lead to an increase in voice hearing and paranoia - unwelcome visitors when I'm trying to enjoy myself!
After a brief pitstop at our hotel, we headed to Gail's Kitchen to meet with Patrick. We spotted him immediately - thankfully, his publicity photos aren't of the 'taken twenty years ago behind a vaselined lens' variety! Vicky introduced herself and Patrick to us and we repaired to a cosy corner for our chat. A tray of amazing cakes soon appeared, along with various cups of tea.
We then spent around an hour and a half in enjoyable and stimulating conversation. Topics ranged from the expected - books and the writing life, to the reasonably obscure, such as illness narratives. Patrick is delightful company. He's clever, witty, funny, thoughtful and has a definite twinkle in his eyes. We each shared a little about ourselves, our domestic lives and our families. I realised immediately that I couldn't be "me" unless I shared something about my mental health - not always an easy thing to do. So I was honest about my difficulties and how they've impacted on my life. I also spoke about my sons' Alport Syndrome, their deafness and kidney issues. I was pleased that Patrick and Vicky showed interest, but that this information was received as part of who I am, rather than being seen as a plea for sympathy.
We chatted about the talk Patrick would be giving that evening in Chorleywood to discuss his latest book, Take Nothing With You. Later this month, he will be giving a similar talk at Ilkley Literature Festival and we shared our love of Ilkley, including the Lido, of which Katie is particularly fond. Unlike the rest of us, it turned out that Patrick has run up Ilkley Moor and past the Cow and Calf. I didn't realise that Patrick was a runner until he mentioned this and it was interesting to ponder the relationship between running and writing.
We discussed boarding school and the effect of sending often very young children away from home. Patrick explained that his father had been sent away to school aged five and that it'd had a profound effect on him (and presumably, therefore, on his family).
We spoke about Patrick's home and garden in Cornwall (on the second windiest spot in the UK). He mentioned his literary shed, where he leaves books for walkers and passers-by to collect. It has seemingly been a big success, with others also bringing books to deposit at the shed. We discussed the writerly life, being on tour and our mutual love of Barter Books in Alnwick, where you can lose yourself for hours, reading beside the open fires.
We discovered that like me, Patrick has rescued a retired racing greyhound. We enthused about the beauty, nobility and laziness of greyhounds and their whippet cousins. Patrick's greyhound, Cerce, was apparently rather shut down and in poor condition when she was rescued, but is now a happy, healthy hound, loving her life in Cornwall with her whippet sidekick and human companions.
In a recent Guardian interview, Patrick said that if he wasn't an author, he'd probably be a psychotherapist. As a counsellor, this appealed to me so I asked him how these qualities and his curiosity about people flowed into his writing. Patrick shared a little about the way he allows his characters to 'grow' organically - they each have a life of their own and a back story, much of which never makes it into print, yet allows him to create three dimensional, characters, with real emotional depth.
I mentioned the sociologist Arthur Frank and his approach to understanding personal narratives, especially in relation to illness. Unfortunately I wasn't very good at explaining why he occurred to me in conversation with Patrick! It just popped into my head and I clumsily spoke about it before I'd clarified my point. What Patrick had said about the telling of his character's individual stories reminded me of Arthur Frank's assertion that we tell stories in order to make sense of the events in our lives, as opposed to conventional wisdom that something happens and then we go on to tell others about it.
Patrick, Vicky and Katie all recommended that I read Maggie O'Farrell, in particular I Am, I Am, I Am : Seventeen Brushes With Death and a host of other authors, whose names I have now sadly forgotten!
In characteristic clumsy Ali fashion, I managed to accidentally throw a teapot lid across the floor mid way through our discussions. Thankfully for my pride, nobody mentioned it. I briefly felt like a bit of a numpty, but thankfully nobody drew attention to it!
There were so many other topics I wish we'd had time to discuss, but when Vicky asked if she could take a photo of us all together, this signalled the end of our meeting as Patrick needed to be on his way. Katie and I will be attending Patrick's talk in Ilkley on the 30th September, so we parted company saying we all looked forward to meeting at the Ilkley event. I had a truly wonderful afternoon and only wish we'd had a bit more time!
I'd like to thank Patrick for being so generous with his time, thoughts and enthusiasm, Vicky for being such a gracious host, Katie for inviting me to tag along with her and of course Waterstones for organising the event.
