Lloyd Jones catches up to history

Cover of A history of silenceWhat is the best result for a writer when they talk?
That everyone wants to read your book, if they haven’t already. By that count, Lloyd Jones’ talk last night was a big winner.  Everyone who went to The Press Christchurch Writers Festival event at the Christchurch Arts Festival will be gagging to get a copy.

“I’m not fresh from the premiere of Mister Pip – I’m exhausted” said Lloyd as Morrin Rout introduced him and the crowd applauded.  But he wasn’t talking about that popular book, he was speaking about “a book I never anticipated ever writing” – his memoir A history of silence. I liked his definition of a memoir as “reoccupying the lived life”.

His first reading was about his early struggles with speech, and a time he saw artist Martin Creed struggle to deliver a speech. He discovered that “the presentation of self was a performance”.

Lloyd admitted the Christchurch earthquakes were the trigger for writing this book. The “wilful forgetting” and “misunderstood foundations” of our city were echoed in his family. The earthquake gave him a language. The dismantling and reassembling of the city’s heritage became a useful metaphor for dismantling (and reassembling) himself.

What happens if one is deconstructed?

When he visited Christchurch after the quakes, Lloyd was wearing his “novelist hat”:

Writers, seagulls, and hawks come from the same predatory tribe.

He visited the Basilica and the Bridge of Remembrance:

I discovered the beauty of the city through its destruction.

Lloyd confessed that he used to find Christchurch annoying. Its sense of history didn’t fit with him – part of his heritage was to be disdainful of heritage. He came from a family and a place where history had no visibility.

He explained a lot about the complicated and emotionally-charged heritage so integral to his tale.  His mother had been shaped by rejection and adoption.  She had a  “strange purpose” and would drive into Wellington from the Hutt – with him in the car – so they could sit and observe her estranged mother.
Lloyd Jones

Lloyd discovered more about his elusive grandmother in a court transcript from a divorce trial. He established contact with the family of his grandfather, visited the farmhouse where his mother was probably conceived. It was, he said, like “catching up to history”. He sat in his grandfather’s chair, and watched a home movie. It was an “act of magic” to see his grandfather on screen, a ghost getting out of a Buick. In an emotional coda Lloyd revealed members of that other family were in the audience.

How did he write this jigsaw of a book? He said the key to writing any book is finding the voice and the language – and in this memoir it required a very interior language. “Faults may appear haphazard but they are never random'” – the words of a geologist applied also to the mysterious behaviour of his mother.

Of all the interesting, emotional, and thoughtful stuff Lloyd said, the thing that resonated with me most was the most simple:

Nothing is lost.

Lloyd Jones

4 thoughts on “Lloyd Jones catches up to history

  1. michaelbaitken 12 September 2013 / 11:56 am

    I was privileged to attend this Writers’ Festival event last night – Mr Jones discussed and read from the book, including an exploration of the connection with the 2011 earthquakes in Christchurch that prompted his examination of his own foundations. The audience included a member of his “discovered” family. Mr Jones impressed as a thoughtful, articulate and feeling man – a parallel with the impression gained when you read his work. A great evening – many thanks to the Writers’ Festival Trust for bringing us these opportunities.

  2. cellenbogen 12 September 2013 / 2:11 pm

    Love his work. Will pick this one up. Thanks.

  3. Dennis 12 September 2013 / 5:04 pm

    A very thoughtful and interesting address. Easy to relate to the experiences. Thank you

  4. Gallivanta 12 September 2013 / 9:41 pm

    ‘memoir as “reoccupying the lived life”.’ I agree; that is a great definition.

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