Hillingdon Libraries are running lunchtime author interviews during the seccond UK lockdown this month. Here’s the conversation I had today with Nathan Brown, about Silence is Also a Lie.
Silence is Also a Lie is not quite contemporary fiction. There’s a dystopian fantasy element to the novel, but it’s rooted in real landscapes and cityscapes, and I wanted to make those as authentic and specific as I could. So writing involved a lot of location scouting, both in London and further afield: identifying and getting to know the places where Ash and Zara live, meet and fall in love… Some of this exploration was done with maps and StreetView, but as much as possible I went to places in real life. I spent a lot of time tramping streets in London, and followed the story further afield to key places outside the city – most importantly to Little Gidding which gained in importance as I wrote: becoming a place of both emotional and dramatic significance in the novel.
Hampstead Heath and the surrounding streets
The Heath’s huge: he thinks of her running across it, in the dark, alone. Anything could happen to her.
They jog down the path onto the Heath and break into a proper run, dodging puddles, walkers, dogs, other kids on shiny bikes. They head into the wood: it’s quieter here, and Zara speeds up; he matches her. Faster, faster: he counts his footfalls, converting the number of paces to distance, but all the time he’s aware of her, all the way through the woods and out onto the slope that runs down to the ponds. There’s a prehistoric mound here (he thinks it’s prehistoric; he doesn’t really know) covered in dark trees, surrounded by iron railings. They stop, stretch, and sit on the bench that commemorates someone or other who loved this view.
Primrose Hill
“The dog needs a proper run. You OK to come to the park?” She glances at him, meeting his grey-blue eyes. No, she thinks, yes, no. “Yes,” she says, and they carry on to the park, climbing to the view point that overlooks London. The towers in the city are grey on grey in the misted air; it’s the sort of view that Sophie would have photographed.
Little Gidding
…a carpark under trees, a white house and a small brick church in an overgrown graveyard. “Ash,” Zara says again, and he feels a sudden lift. It’s OK; it’s the right thing to have given her.