Interview – Is Suburban have Privacy: The British writer imposed his criminal pen. He published an accident victim who left him disabled Break, a shocking story of lost body.
“I have died without die. I was in pieces, mentally broke. My body was broken as well as my friends, my family should have been processed Privacy: Adapted to Patris Chero Cinema (the “Golden Bear” of the best movie in Berlin, The Suburban Buddha or scenario My beautiful laundry. In his new book, very beautiful Break, He said that the accident left by the accident was completely paralyzed, and his hospital remains in Italy, then in the United Kingdom. An intense history, not a humor lack of an event he continues to overcome day by day.
Madame Figaro. – This book was born from an accident. Can you tell us two words?
Hanif Kurishi. – Two years ago, when I was in Italy, I went out of the walk. I fell and woke up in a blood pool. I was paralyzed. I stayed in the hospital for a year, and I started writing texts that chronicled my daily lives printed on the Real Platform, then on Twitter (:Today x, the editor’s note) They walked around the world. People started writing articles for me in India, New Zealand, America … I realized that I had audience, so I continued. Writing was a necessity. I did it to preserve the idea that I had myself as nobody as an identity as a writer, and not only as a physical body. Only is the idea of making it a book.
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Legislation is one of your artistic literature engines. Subvert Has he not broken the taboo again, telling the change of disability, life in the hospital most vulnerable? This dimension of life scares many of us …
I’m not an exception. I was very afraid of my whole stay. I was taken to me here and there, and I was constantly asking me where I was going to make a syringe, nose or drink the arm. I was completely in the mercy of others, and it was terrible. At the same time, I began to understand that I had nothing exceptional. There are people in every family who get sick, they spend time in the hospital, they die. Aging, my friends suffer from cancer, have heart attacks … All this is inevitable, but of course, I have lived most of my life. We always think that it only happens to others. Then, when it happens to you, you notice that there is no house on your street, which is not a bad point of the point. I was aware of the central location of the disease in our civilization, and it allowed me to write on it.
You also say that you are surprised by goodness and generosity that testify to you …
My friends, particularly my family, were very beautiful and loving. They are generally but when you are sick, you are in a certain situation. I can’t get up or use my hands; Other people have to be constantly developing around me to help me, feed me, wash me down, take me on the street. I’m a kind of old baby, fragile, unable to do anything on my side. I totally depend on the good will of others, it’s very hard, but it’s not free from beauty.
You mentioned your fear. But from your text what is humorous, if it is black …
I remain the same person in this regard. I always have the same spirit, the same sense of humor. Whether I am writing about young people or the people in the hospital, it will always be told in my point of view. Even now, I’m almost 70 years old, and that I am weak, I continue to find the world of fun. On the contrary, I sometimes see what I found in the past. When I watch Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton’s black and white movies, I realize that funny people fall on buses on the street and go out on the buses. These films are filled with accidents. Every five minutes, someone falls and it makes you laugh. And seeing a man who loses control of his will, the reduction of the body subject to conditional force can actually be funny. It remains the fact that when I was restoring the hospital, all in my ministry became victims of the accident. A boy had broken his neck by falling in bed. One broke the spine by lifting a suitcase. And while I wrote Break, I started to be afraid of my loved ones, fearing they could fall anytime. When you think about all crash opportunities, it is unbelievable that there are still many living people on this planet.
We always think that the disease comes only to others. Then when it happens to you, you find it there is no home on your street that is not a bad point of the point
Hanif Kurish
You are many friends with Salman Rushdie. Does the fact of missing the assassination attempt, in the assassination attempt, have still brought you to you as a result of this crash?
As always, Salman applied before me … When I was in intensive care, he sms to make SMS happy and tell him to be patient and write about this experience. In addition, he had already followed physiotherapy, felt fragility, etc., and it helped me a lot. He supported me a lot.
Your paralidity has changed your writing way.
It made my writing more directly. It was important to me to consider what happened to me. So I didn’t change what I felt in the fiction book. I also didn’t try to develop. I just told me what’s going on day-day by keeping a diary. Nothing to do with a script or play. I didn’t want to use my imagination anymore, but I wanted to describe what I was going and it was brand new to me. When you turn to someone, it is possible to make short and brief phrases … This brevity is also due to the fact that this book is dictated by my partner Isabella, who is Italian. His mother tongue is not English, he did not understand everything I said, so I had to be short and brief. I immediately went to the fact, even if there are messes in the book, where I think of my childhood, family or writing …
Paradoxically you write much more after your accident …
I have written Subvert and half of the suite is convenient The Suburban Buddha In a play given in London … I was very busy because there is nothing more boring. I can’t go to the library, sit down and read; I can’t even hold or open a book. So I’m writing, and many other ways, because now I work in collaboration with children who come to see me and with whom I exchange. And if some aspects of writing, when I did it, silence, at my office, at the window, I wouldn’t want to go back to it.
SubvertHanif Kurishi, Ed. Christian Burgoists, 306 pages 23 €. Translated Florence Cababs.
Source: Le Figaro
