McDonald's newest novel, 'River
of Gods' is an immersive, complex
overwhelming panoramic story of India in the near future. I contacted
him by email to find out how and why he created this intense and
RK: Ian, tell me about your background -- where you were born, how
you grew up -- as it relates to your fiction.
IM: It's a mongrel bag -- Irish mother, Scottish father, born
in Manchester but lived all my remembered life in Northern Ireland -- where
such distinctions are not just a matter of life and death, they're
more important than that. I went right through what's known with
typical dark Ulster understatement as 'The Troubles' -- looking
back now, it seems like the perfect preparation for the twenty-first
How does it relate to my fiction? Where to end? It's certainly left
me with an abiding interest in divided societies and the agonies
and energies that engenders. In Belfast you're left with no doubt
that you're at the very butt-end of Empire: Britain's first and last
colony. J.G. Ballard is rightly regarded as the sibyl of the Imperial
twilight -- he writes from the point of view of the colonizer,
me from the point of view of the colony.
As an outsider myself, a lot of my fiction is about outsiders -- either
literally, in the case of the alien settlers in 'Sacrifice of Fools',
or as main characters crossing cultural boundaries, like Gaby in
the Chaga Saga, or Aj in 'River of Gods'. My characters tend to possess
an underlying need to find a home, a place to root in and unfurl.
But at the same time, I like the peripheries, the edges, it's where
the juice mingle and the genes meld, it's where the fun is.
of your work -- the Chaga stories and your latest novel, River
of Gods -- weaves science fiction themes into settings not usually found
in science fiction; Africa in the case of the Chaga stories and India
in the case of River of Gods. What brought you to choose these settings?
Did you travel to do research?
planet's biggest democracy."
IM: It's this living-on-the-periphery thing again:
everywhere's more or less foreign to me. We certainly have no illusions
that we are
the hub of the universe. It's no novelty -- science-fictionally
speaking—for the mothership to land on the White House Lawn.
It is if it's Uhuru Park in Nairobi -- or Ormeau Park in Belfast.
And that to me makes it automatically more interesting. For the same
reason that I tend to use female characters because, in our male-oriented
society, a woman has always the longer and more challenging narrative
journey to go on, Third World locations have a more interesting leap
to make. Kenya is making the jump from Iron Age to Information Age
in two generations. Eight years ago I was sharing a house with a
gay Irish Republican who went dewy eyes over the economic miracle
of the Celtic Tiger, when Bill Gates outsourced to Bantry. Even then
I predicted it wouldn't last -- there were ten IT workers in
Bangalore for every one in Bangor Co Down, better educated and probably
spoke better English. Time has proved me right on that one, I think.
And it's the reason why China, despite the US government's fawning
to Beijing, will remain a manufacturing society: English is the second
language in India.
This links into the reason I set 'River of Gods' in India: the US
has consistently ignored India. Think about it: how many Indians
have you seen on supposedly racially-right-on Star Trek? Compared
to East Asians? (Khan was Pakistani). It frankly baffles me that
the US falls over itself to be nice to communist totalitarian China
(let's not kid ourselves here -- capitalism doesn't need a democracy
to work very nicely, thank you) and under-rates the planet's biggest
democracy. (And a very enthusiastic and successful one too, apart
from the few years of the Indira Gandhi 'emergency'). On this side
of the Atlantic, Indian and UK culture have been closely entwined
for centuries. The French rightly recognize that the best Brit food
is Indian -- or rather, Indian-fusion, like Birmingham's indigenous
balti. The Brit-Asian community is extraordinarily energetic and
creative, evolving the way that immigrant communities have in the
US, with the same interestingly ambivalent attitude to the home country.
Travelling: I really can't write about real-world locations unless
I've been there. With 'River of Gods', I'd had the idea back in 1999
over a lunch with my agent John Richard Parker and the legendary
John Jarrold. We were talking about Kipling's 'Kim' and wondering
why India was so little used as a setting for sf, and wouldn't it
be great if there were an sf novel that captured that wide-screen
feel of India. It all kind of snowballed from there, but I had a
good skeleton of the book written before I got to go there -- if
I've got one talent, it's a near-photographic memory, so I can recall
something I see in extraordinary detail and try to write it down.
RK: How do you research for a novel when traveling? Do you have a
plot in mind and search for specifics with which to anchor the story?
Do you interview locals to help create characters? Do you sketch,
paint or photograph locales? Do you take notes, or actually write
prose to be included in the final product?
IM: With 'River of Gods', the story was all in place
-- I knew what I was looking for, but I was careful not to let that
to the serendipitous. And it's the fine details that you can't get
without going -- like India's strange obsession for underwear
ads -- in the country, every other house and dhaba -- roadside
tea-shop—has an ad for Rupa Underwear, or Titan underpants
painted on the side. Or the obsession with cricket -- you may
think it's a quaint English eccentricity masquerading as sport. One
billion Indians beg to differ, mate. Took shitloads of photographs,
met people, scribbled some notes, mostly trusted to the memory --
I didn't want to be 'doing' writing-things, because it would infect
the thing of just being there and being open. Jesus, I sound like
a fucking method actor there. When we were sailing down from Mirzapur
to Varanasi on the Ganga, one of our boatmen -- a fourteen year-old
on his first river-trip—was exactly my mental image of Yogendra,
even down to the knotted pearls.
RK: Any memorable research adventures?
IM: Man, in India and Nepal, you don't want it too adventurous.
"Man, in India and Nepal, you don't want it too adventurous."
There was the skeleton on the beach -- just downstream from
Chunar Fort, on our second night on the river. She was about half
a kay up the bank… a little old lady in a red sari. Jackals
had been at her; the skull was a couple of metres away. She was probably
a Brahmin -- they have to be buried in the sacred river, along
with children, lepers, pregnant woman and people poisoned by cobras.
There was nothing ghastly about it, it was just bones. She was free
from the chakra wheel of incarnation.
Certainly, India is an assault on the senses and sensibilities, and
I suspect everyone has one moment that shocks them, no mater how
liberal they think they are (I mean this in the European sense, rather
than the US). I was stunned by the Dom Rajas panning the ashes of
the dead for gold at Varanasi, and for sheer in-yer-face utilitarianism,
the medic at the Royal Burning Ghats at Pashupatinath in Nepal: he
collected corneas for transplants. The family said yes, he whipped
back the sheet; worked fast with the knife, put the sheet back and
the next thing you saw were two expanding circles of red where the
eyes had been. He stored them in a thermos flask.
We arrived in Delhi in the middle of the Cricket World Cup and the
place was at fever pitch, mostly on the back of Tendulkar, their
legendary batsman. We went to a great restaurant that had been themed
for the Cricket World Cup -- they had the biggest LED screen
I've ever seen up at the back and waiters kept spilling stuff because
they were watching the cricket. In India, where there is an open
patch of ground and idle males, you'll get cricket. They even play
it on the rooftops of apartment blocks. Anyway, come the final -- India
versus the mighty Australia—and we're heading up from Varanasi
to Nepal. The streets were empty. Al India's hopes were riding on
Tendulkar. Out he strode to the crease. The Ozzies bowled, he hit
and was caught out for zero. And I swear I heard one billion people
gasp at once. They firebombed his parent's house. Like what I said
about 'it's not a mater of life and death…'
Got chased by a charging rhino. Didn't meet any Maoists, which is
very much the tourist thing these days… Did see a living goddess…
In doing research as a traveler, how much of what you write is a
result of what you find and how much is a result of what you seek?
lot of my fiction is about outsiders..."
IM: In a sense, the bits you're looking for, you
know already -- all
you can get is a confirmation or a denial of a preconception. It's
like that actory-thing I was saying above, it's going in with the
peripheral vision open that little bit wider. Of course, with any
research you throw away ninety percent of it, but you have to do
it in the first place to know what bits to throw away. Something
I wasn't looking for was the Kumari Devi in Kathmandu -- the child-goddess
who may never bleed or touch the ground outside her palace -- inspired
a spin-off story. I think what impressed me most is how completely
its own place India is -- in many ways like Japan, in that its
culture is ancient and strong yet absorbs influence from all around
the planet and makes them altogether Indian. Hollywood doesn't stand
a chance against Bollywood, even though the Mumbai movie industry
is going through a crisis of faith at the moment -- there's a
TV expression 'jump the shark', whenever a show, desperate for new
twists, does one thing that wrecks its entire premise. It comes from
'Happy Days', when the show was so tired they had the Fonze on waterskis
jump over a shark. Like Roseanne when they won the lottery, or South
Park when they introduced 'Butters'. There's a sense in India that
Bollywood is jumping the shark, and talk of a move towards a more
realist cinema. From the country that gave us Satyajit Ray, this
can only be a good thing. Also, I read recently, a move towards soap
opera. Town and Country here we come!
RK: When you're writing a novel
with a large cast of characters like 'River of Gods', how do you
go about actually creating the novel? Do you write down a plot outline,
character sketches, place descriptions, or simply take notes and
let the words fly where they may?
IM: 'River of Gods' was five years in the planning,
so there's a lot of research material… seven or eight hundred
pages of notes, maps, web-site print-offs, lists, character bibles
one entire character never made it to the first draft, though parts
of his story ended up split between Shiv and Parvati Nandha. It's
a slow process of planetary accumulation -- the idea of the book
being the gravity that binds characters, incidents, background together
until they achieve a coherent whole in space-time. I tend to outline
the plot in advance in some detail, then block out the midlevel-structure
a month in advance -- the necessary plot and character mechanics
in a chapter, and then whack out the microstructure a day before,
or even as I'm writing. This frees me up to think about the language
and the details, rather than worrying about what's going to happen
next. Writing's hard enough, anything that makes it easier is very
welcome. Then again, there are always those joyous moments when you
kick the whole lot off the table because you see all of a sudden
what you need to do to really make it live.
RK: Given the exotic
nature of the Indian setting to the average Western reader, the real
aspects of the novel tend to blur into the created aspects of the
novel. Religious beliefs are especially alien. Can you give me some
descriptions of the real religions at play in the novel and the characters
who exemplify them? How did you research these religions to get them
right not only in the present but in your version of the future?
Were these characters based on people you met in your travels?
IM: We in the Abrahamic tradition have trouble understanding
how polytheism manages to be spiritual -- the clash between Islam
and Hinduism is one of the world's big religious divides. The big
breakthrough for me was understanding the difference between the
concept of personal God that can be known though faith, and an impersonal
divine that can be entered through practice. Hinduism is in some
ways like quantum theory, anyone who says they understand it almost
certainly doesn't. Part of the Indian psyche is that you're born
Hindu, you can't convert. In this way it's close to Judaism and also
in its non-proselytising aspect. The whole concept of Mata Bharat
-- Holy Mother India -- is a manifestation of this. There is a temple
in Varanasi where the central deity is a vast map of India. It's
a short step to Hindutva -- nationalistic Hinduism, that equates
the two. But then, again, that is a simplification -- it's very
hard to make absolute statements in Hinduism. I've been to fire ceremonies
by the banks of the Ganga, and the actual Kali temple where Vishram's
father retreats, and there were quite distinct, very different spiritual
experiences. Sailing down the Ganga, I met a fair number of Brahmins
who would come a dawn to bathe in the river.
I'm always wary of equating post-singularity Artificial Intelligence
too closely with 'god' (I argue in the book that we are gods to each
other) -- artificial intelligence is alien intelligence, as I
hope I reason—but the Hindu system of manifestations and incarnations
and avatars and aspects seemed to be a perfect way of building a
Generation Thre Aeai -- rather than the lesser unfolding out
of the Absolute Atman, Atman accumulates from the meshing complexities
of the lower level entities.
The Hindu concept of demons intrigued me, because there was none
of the Abrahamic concept of 'sin' and imperfection -- the Rakshasas
and other demons are just the opponents of the Gods. Morally, the
Gods are little better than the demons; they're just as likely to
raze humanity with divine fire. It's like football: To a Manchester
United fan, Arsenal are only evil because they are opposed to Man
U: they play the same game, with similar powers and talents and characters
and rules. So I don't have any real villains in 'River of Gods' -- or
in any of my books, because I have trouble with this concept of 'evil'.
Islam in India is a very interesting religion: Sufism is strong,
and growing, and I hope that in India it may achieve the same tolerance,
social sense and fostering of the arts as Islam did in Saffayid Spain.
RK: River of Gods is an ambitious novel that uses characters to evoke
a number of science fictional themes. What brought the story of the
Tal and the nutes into focus?
IM: The conceit of a third sex fitted in with the
almost Darwinian pressure of future-Indian marriage: some would always
think it better
not even to get into that. Then I bought a book on the art and imagery
of Kali, one of whose manifestations is Ardhanarisvara, the woman/man
divided, and it seemed to confirm the notion I had to make Tal a
central character. Cheryl Morgan has given me a consistent hard time
about bad things happening to people who differ from the sexual majority
in my books -- something I've thought long and hard about. Yes,
bad things do happen to Tal, yts bait in a honey-trap, but yts not
prepared to be the victim, to allow these things to be done to yt,
and yt takes charge and wants to know what the hell is going on.
In the background, Hijras -- traditional eunuchs -- have an important
and ancient role in North India -- we met some at the elephant
festival in Jaipur—but they live as women, and are very closely
constrained. Even though much of its iconography resonates well with
gay culture -- particularly in the UK -- India is very homophobic
-- the only area with any gay culture is, unsurprisingly, Mumbai.
to use the nutes to explore another aspect of future Indian sexual
politics, and the ubiquitous concept of caste. I think the idea in
the back of my mind was, between the nutes and Capital 'B' Brahmins,
you could have a physical underpinning of a new caste system.
RK: Given India's current technological prowess, it's not surprising
that you weave in themes traditionally associated with the cyberpunk
subgenre. How do you manage to do this and end up with a work that
isn't limited by this choice?
Doctorow calls it 'Bollywood-punk', but I've always thought of 'River
of Gods' (from an overheard at a UK
Eastercon) as 'Khyber-punk'.
Khyberpunk being to cyberpunk what Bollywood is to Hollywood... Something
much gaudier and madder. At the back of it is a desire to write a
broadband novel about future India, so of course it's going to look
that way. All you have to do is turn on the evening news to see ultimate
cyberpunk. Bruce Sterling said of 'Schismatrix' that he want to distil
the weak beer of space opera into something stronger. If you'll forgive
the hubris, I wanted to distil the weak beer of cyberpunk into something
| "Khyberpunk being to cyberpunk what Bollywood is to Hollywood... "
RK: This book has taken at least three years to finish. How do you
maintain interest in the work and keep your writing alive and fresh
when writing a work this long, this complex and this time-consuming?
IM: Longer than three years, man. I have a day job
as head of development for a factual TV company. Factual TV eats
information and ideas -- and
you can't be too fond of your little darlings. Across the industry,
the average hit rate in 2%. But it does expose you to a blizzard
of raw feedstock and people: for me, there isn't a point where writing
ends and television begins: there's a continuity of inspiration:
some ideas have crossed from one manifestation to another. Alterre
in 'River of Gods' began as a UK Channel 4 school idea that they
liked but couldn't get the money for. I had the idea of Shiv as an
organ runner -- we pitched an idea of UK Channel Five: give Donal
MacIntyre (as well known UK investigative reporter) £1 million
and see if he can buy an entire village of kidneys out in India (did
it for a lot less than that). That screened last year. Nothing's
ever lost… it's a food chain.
In terms of actual writing, I aspired to two pages a day (like Petrocelli
and his seven bricks, which shows my age). Of course, it never quite
lived up to that, but it was reasonable. Half the battle of writing
is getting into the mindset of writing, so I never found it to hard
to pick up, because I'd never got to the position where I'd written
ahead of myself and didn't know where story and characters were going.
RK: For all the complexities of character, plot and setting, your
prose in River of Gods is also quite complex and beautiful. What
are the origins of your prose style, and how is it modified and influenced
by the plot, setting and characters in River of Gods?
IM: One of the first issues I deal with in a book or story is its
voice: tense, language structure, rhythm. Present tense seemed to
give it the necessary crammed, all-at-once sense I wanted. I also
wanted to celebrate the joys of 'Hinglish' (as she is known) without
getting too 'goodness gracious me.' Certainly, no matter how good
the accent, I can always tell when I've been put through to a Bangalore
call center when they ask me: 'how are you spelling that?' In many
ways, Hinglish is quite like Irish English, full of quaint archaisms
and a love of a good, mouth-filling phrase.
RK: Indian authors are currently being published in the West to great
acclaim, including Roy, Divakaruni, and Mukherjee. Did any of these
authors figure in your reading or come to bear when you were creating
River of Gods?
|"All fiction is
a dialogue with itself..."
IM: I've been reading the Indian and Brit-Asian
writers for years -- they've
historically featured much more prominently in UK literature for
the reasons I mention a couple of questions back. All fiction is
a dialogue with itself, so I self-consciously remixed elements from
Midnight's Children and the breadth of scale of A Suitable Boy. The
other great conscious sample is, of course, Stand on Zanzibar. And
of course, always, everywhere, Blake. But he's not Indian, though
he embraced Hindu concepts in his spirituality.
RK: For all your acclaim, your awards and your obvious skill, you're
currently unpublished in the United States. Does the fact that you're
not being published here change the fiction you write -- for example,
do you give yourself more room to roam since you won't have to try
to sell your work to the cereal-box reading group?
IM: In a sense, having a day-job is the twentieth
century equivalent of an eighteenth-century patron of the arts: it
frees you from having
to write the roof over your head. It certainly frees me to write
the books I want to write, and spend the time it takes to get the
feel, the tack, the smell. I've always had a reputation for not being
'easy', -- particularly for this book—but then again, that's
part of the way I wanted to convey India: it is an assault on mind,
body and spirit and I feel any book about it that claims to be an
'easy read' is selling its subject short.
Another thing the day-job frees me from is the fear that some day
I might have to do a Star Trek novel. I was going to say I've nothing
against Star Trek, but actually, I do, even though I enjoyed DS9
a lot. (But their space battles weren't as sheerly heavy metal as
Bab Five's). I do think it has deformed, not so much the genre, as
the type of stories and characters we can tell, and how we tell them.
It's not the kind of writing I'd want to do, basically. I did once
choose a job opening post in the Department of Social Services rather
than write a Star Trek novel -- best shit job I ever had. Great
people, great money, great hours, and real. It got me out of what
Steve Baxter once called 'white room syndrome', and anyone who's
ever written anything knows what that is.
RK: Since you are so clearly skilled at writing huge, satisfying
novels, how would you go about marketing your books in the States
if you were given the opportunity to do so?
IM: The full-bling tour with Lear and stretch would
be nice. Haven't given it thought…
RK: Can you tell my readers what's next for you? We won't have to
wait three years, will we?
IM: Brasil. Even though Charles DeGaulle once dismissed
it in the words 'Brazil is not a serious country', you don't shrug
planet's fifth biggest country. This is one of the world's greatest
and strangest countries: it's murder rate fits the UN parameters
for a low-grade civil war. Yet it and its people have so many selves,
so many aspects and identities, all flowing into each other. It's
passionate, physical, seductive and has one of the most brutal histories
you can imagine: much of Ursula LeGuin's lovely Four Ways to Forgiveness
could be drawn straight from Brazilian history. Like India, it's
entirely it's own place. Odd: I seem to do sf about places that grow
In the meantime, I'm trying to sell a mainstream novel 'Hopeland'
(any Sigur Ros fans out there?) -- which is a family saga for
the 21st century, in that the family is spread across space rather
than time—I allude to it in 'River of Gods', with Marianna
Fusco and her constellation family, these scattered individuals who
are all connected in a complex web of relationships.
RK: Your novel comes with a pretty intriguing suggested soundtrack.
Can you tell us the part that music plays in your writing, research
and composition? Do you listen to music when you read, and if so,
what music has accompanied your most recent reading and what sort
of music is likely to get chosen?
I'm putting a piece of fiction together, mood and sense is important
to me. I want to get a panoptic feel:
temperature, smell—so I can feel it. Music is a great way of
fixing an emotional state: play the music and you can feel again
what it was you wanted for that scene or section. For 'River of Gods',
I'd been introduced to the music of Talvin Singh and he was the way
into the whole British Asian Anokha scene, which was very much the
sonic foundation for the book.
"Music is a great way of
fixing an emotional state.."
I have sometimes consciously written pieces to try to evoke the same
sense as a piece of music: the opening section of Chaga/Evolution's
Shore (and the close of Kirinya) were written to the opening and
closing sections of John Tavener's The Protecting Veil: a huge sense
of wide-scale, twilit serenity. I can still smell the salt-scrub
when I hear it.
We had a German girl staying with us last year as I was putting the
final section of the book together and I drove her berserk playing
Godspeed You! Black Emperor's Motherfucker/Redeemer over and over
at foundation shaking volumes as I did the scene where Mr Nandha
finally hunts down Aj. And, like Al Reynolds, there are always lot
of little rock allusions and jokes in the text… One of the
great gifts of this age is, like Tal, you can put a soundtrack together
for everything. But the real reason is: if you list your essential
soundtrack, you can claim your music collection against tax.