As part of our special Behind the Books feature on Jackie French, we were thrilled to have the opportunity to interview her. Here, she tells us about her latest book, her life as a writer... and the wombats.First, we must ask â" how are the wombats? Mothball is fat and grumpy. She doesnât like the rain- or having to swim through the creek to reach the back door and her dinner. Wombats arenât supposed to swim - but that doesnât stop Mothball.Your latest novel, A Waltz for Matilda, is an intriguing insight into how our nation came about. What was your initial inspiration for this story? The song - any who has farmed sheep knows that you canât stuff a jumbuck in a tucker-bag so easily - or even catch a sheep unless you have dogs and a sheep yard. And where did the troopers come from? There were about 2! 5 troopers for 10,000 square miles- how did they manage to turn up just then?Unless it was a set up, of course. Which Banjo Patterson probably believed it was. The squatter and the troopers provided a âpoddy lambâ whoâd seek out the swaggie, Frenchie Hoffmeier, a unionist suspected of burning down a shearing shed. They couldnât get him on that, so they set him up for sheep stealing.But the plot went wrong. He died. The song was written as one of so many songs of loss and protest in those years of drought and depression.There was another inspiration, too. Most histories of Federation are boring - layers and constitutional conventions. But our nation was born of passion and ideals - even if most of those ideals arenât one a lot of us share today. For every speech Henry Parkes made perhaps 100 were given by the women of the suffrage and temperance movements, who, somehow, became the heroines of A Waltz for Matilda. (I thought the shearers were the heroes, but somehow! they turned into almost comic footnotes.)
You write in such a variety of fields â" which do you feel most at home with? Fiction when thereâs a drought or flood or life is hard; fact when life is peaceful.Mostly though I find the question hard to answer. Like most authors I eat a wide range of foods; read a wide range of genres. Why not write in many genres too? Who wants to eat cherries every day, no matter how sweet they are? What do you love most about producing books for children? Childrenâs laughter, or seeing a childâs face as the story overwhelms them. But also every experience for a child is a proportionately larger part of their life than for an adult. A book has far more power to change the way children see the world. So many experiences created for kids are exploitative or depressing. Itâs an enormous privilege to be able to give joy, instead.What is the hardest thing about writing books for children? Too many ideas, too many bright flickers that canât be! come books. I told stories before I wrote books, and at heart am perhaps still a storyteller. A storyteller can tell a different tale every night.What do you think makes a great picture book? Each page needs its own climax, as well as building to the peak of the story. A novel only has to build once, but every time a child turns the page of a picture book they need to find the unexpected.
Many writers speak of battles with confidence in their ability. Do you still struggle with this or has it become easier to overcome with time and so many published books? Every time I start a book I know itâs a failure. I am utterly convinced I will never write a good book again. Suddenly after three days the world on the page becomes real - and my husband now insists that I âjust write for three daysâ on a piece ! of paper on my desk. There is always that terror time, waiting! for the editor to email back and say if the book has worked.What drives you and makes you determined to succeed? Iâm not, I think.Success comes accidentally. Often writers are successful â" appear on the bestseller list, win the odd award - without anyone except their readers noticing or yelling âhey theyâre a success.â I write for the love of doing it. I create stories for the joy of it. I tell them for the joy they bring, too. I do write for money - to pay the rates, keep the car on the road, and these days thank goodness even put some in superannuation. But if I wasnât paid Iâd still write, when I had time from making a living some other way.
I was interested to read that you are dyslexic. Do you have any advice for others on how to achieve dreams despite obstacles standing in your way? ! Be realistic, then leap for the sky. Symbolically only - you need to dream of the sky to reach it, but only focus and hard work down on earth will get your there. (It is so very easy to live in your daydreams, and forget the work.)As for the realism - know whatâs impossible, then look for something that is. Iâd never make an accountant - figures wander all over the page. I dreamed of singing opera, but an hour of singing left me breathless. (I also have a heart defect.) But stories were my first love, and I still sing opera, but when only the wombats can hear. Dreams plus realism; working hard at what you love - theyâre pretty sure to get you somewhere good.PS. Most humans love creating stories. (Theyâre called daydreams.) Amateurs fall in love with their book, and defend every word of it. Professional writers love working at their stories. The better the writer, the more they love editorial criticism - whatever works to make that book good.
If you couldnât be a writer, what would you be? I would always be a storyteller. I always have been. Only the medium would differ.But sometimes, in ânight dreamsâ to put myself to sleep, I imagine I have been given a whole planet to plant out, to create new forests and landscapes.Iâd also love to be a sentientologist - someone who evaluates other species to see if they are intelligent, and what form their intelligence takes. But sadly I donât think there are any jobs going yet for planet planter or sentientologist. What books did you read as a child? Can you reveal your top 5 favourites?I didnât realise that some of my best loved books were for adults - they just happened to be on the shelf at home. Karalta by Mary Grant BruceBrave New World by Aldous HuxleyGreat Dia! logues of SocratesThe Magic Pudding by Norman LindsayJane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (but I always skipped the pages about the mad woman)Whatâs next for Jackie French? Just more, I hope. More books, more wombats, more laughter with friends, more cooking lasagne for my family, more mooching about the bush. Just more.Family Films
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