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This is the afterword to my novel Island \u2013 explaining the genesis of the story, my chance encounter with Chris Riddell and my gratitude to all my amazing backers.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

So many people have nurtured Island. It\u2019s a tale of chance remarks, serendipitous meetings – and incredible generosity.
\nLet me begin at the beginning. The day when Associate Director Anthony Banks rang me up and asked if I\u2019d like to write a play for the National Theatre. There was a silence my end of the phone.
\n\u2018You\u2019re not going turn it down?\u2019
\n\u2018Well,\u2019 I began, \u2018you think I know how to write a play because of Feather Boy the musical and Knight Crew the opera \u2013 but those were both adaptations of my novels. I\u2019ve never actually written a play from scratch before.\u2019
\n\u2018A week,\u2019 he said, \u2018you can have a week to think about it.\u2019<\/p>\n

As luck would have it, I spent that week in Morocco visiting old friends – Martin and George Rose. One morning at breakfast, their daughter Frances began talking about a trip the family had made on a previous posting to Canada. They\u2019d travelled with a permafrost scientist to an arctic island called Herschel. On that bright sunshiny Moroccan terrace, Frances talked of blizzards and whaling boats stuck in ice; of shallow graves and things which should be buried being uncovered; of bear prints in the sand and twenty-four hour daylight. \u2018A place where I felt,\u2019 she continued in a phrase that went straight into my notebook, \u2018awake for possibilities.\u2019<\/p>\n

I returned to England and phoned the theatre. \u2018There\u2019s this Grandmother,\u2019 I said, \u2018and two kids and they\u2019re on this island in the middle of nowhere and there\u2019s an ice storm and erupting graves and probably a polar bear. And the whole things is full of sounds, wind and waves and icebergs and krill and whale song. What do you think?\u2019
\n\u2018That you\u2019d better start straight away,\u2019 said Mr Banks.<\/p>\n

I came to believe the island was a microcosm for the impact of global warming; the graves opening because of the melting of the permafrost. But I needed to get my facts right – on this and many other things. The Canadian scientist the Rose family had travelled with was Professor Christopher Burn. A fount of information and kindness, he skyped and e-mailed answers to questions as diverse as \u2018what sort of people become arctic research scientists?\u2019 to \u2018are there pea pods on Herschel?\u2019 For the record, all the scientific information in the book, including the flora and fauna is \u2013 to the best of my knowledge – accurate to the island: much of it gleaned from Chris\u2019 own wonderful book Herschel Island: Qikiqtaryuk: a Natural and Cultural history of Yukon\u2019s Arctic Island. (Any errors are mine, obviously.) Two other books also became primary sources and great loves. Hugh Brody\u2019s compelling work The Other Side of Eden based on his first-hand experience of living with hunter-gatherers and Arctic Dreams by Barry Lopez, a book of astonishing beauty about Northern landscapes and people. <\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t seem so very long before I was in a rehearsal room. What a surprising place that was. The creative journeys of a novel and a play are very different. For a novel, you go into a dark, solitary space with a piece of grit to emerge approximately (in my case) eighteen months later with a small pearl. Whatever lustre the pearl has \u2013 or doesn\u2019t have \u2013 is down to you and you alone. You are the king or queen of the dark, solitary space and no-one has powers there but you. <\/p>\n

Imagine such a queen coming into the rehearsal room and finding a bunch of other creative people there. Nice \u2013 but what are they doing in your work-space? Imagine such a person having to bring her pearl \u2013 when it\u2019s still very much a piece of grit – and put it on the table for these other people to inspect. That\u2019s what it\u2019s like for the novelist turned playwright. Scary. And exhilarating. Because \u2013 actually, the people in this room are amazing. Director Adam Penford, interrogating the script line by line. Designer Simon Kenny, bringing new colours and textures \u2013 the island sewn together with animals skin. Sound designer Tom Gibbons making music from sounds you\u2019ve heard before (breaking ice like pistol shots) and sounds you haven\u2019t \u2013 the call of seals zapping through water like electronic arrows. And then there are the actors – Rebecca Boey as Inuluk, Jilly Bond as Pascale, James Cooney as Cameron and Anne Kavanagh as Grandmother – each of them breathing full life into your pale, shadowy characters. I nearly left the planet with excitement. <\/p>\n

And then it was finally on! It played to packed houses in the Cottesloe, got a raft of 4* reviews and toured numerous London schools. And then\u2026
\nIt was over.
\nDone. Dusted. Gone.
\nBit of a shock that, for a novelist. You see, we\u2019re used to leaving traces. Quite fat 250 page traces.
\nBut I let it go, moved on.
\nUntil, that is, about a year later when there was a sudden flurry of newspaper articles about the melting ice-caps. Five people rang me up in the same week.
\n\u2018What happened to Island?\u2019 They asked.
\n\u2018Well, nothing. Slipped away. Much like the island itself probably will\u2026\u2019
\n\u2018Then write it as a novel,\u2019 they said. \u2018Our young people need that story more than ever. Don’t you understand? They have to have the chance to engage with what\u2019s going on in the arctic. Do it. Do it now!\u2019
\nI realised I still had things to say about the subject. So I began again.
\nAnd I fell in love with my characters – again. I also liked the extra space in the book, it allowed me to add in some detail that didn\u2019t make it into the play. All in all, I thought I made a pretty good fist of the re-write. The publishing industry disagreed.
\n‘It\u2019s too quiet,\u2019 they said, \u2018for the current market\u2019.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not sure this particular term has made the OED yet but, roughly translated, I think it means: \u2018this book will not make a shed-load of money\u2019. Leaving aside the fact that if publishers really knew what made money eight of them wouldn\u2019t have turned down Harry Potter, they are, in Island\u2019s case, probably right. But then I didn\u2019t write Island to make a shed-load of money. I wrote it because it seemed a story which still needed to be told.<\/p>\n

Cue Ursula Le Guin\u2019s blistering address to the US National Book Awards last year (https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Et9Nf-rsALk<\/a>) where she talks about the difference between \u2018the production of a market commodity and the practice of an art\u2019. She goes on to wonder at us \u2013 the writers and creators – \u2018who let profiteers sell us like deodorant and tell us what to publish and what to write\u2019. She finishes by demanding, not shed-loads of money \u2013 but freedom. <\/p>\n

What might this freedom look like for someone like me? To be able to publish what I hope is a powerful, meaningful story in powerful, meaningful language. For young people. Yes \u2013 young people. Which is another problem. As well as being \u2018too quiet\u2019, Island was also deemed \u2018too literary\u2019 for these apparently lesser mortals. I\u2019ve felt this chill before. Not least when I was asked to expunge the word \u2018bonnet\u2019 from a previous novel on the basis that no self-respecting 12 year old would know such a word. The publisher was unmoved by my assertion that, at the same age, I was required to be able to spell and define words like \u2018sinecure\u2019. Does this matter? I think so. Put simply, we think in language. It there isn\u2019t a word for something, or that word is not in our vocabulary, it impairs our ability to know – and also to communicate. Which is one of the reasons I have had so much joy (nuannapoq even\u2026) with the Inuit words in this book.<\/p>\n

So what do you do when your book is too quiet and too literary for the current market? There seemed to be three options: 1) lie down and die (only I\u2019m not very good at that); 2) lie down and die (I seriously considered it); 3) put up or shut up. <\/p>\n

I decided on 3) and began researching crowd-funding platforms. What if I could reach a whole new community? A cross section of people who cared about children\u2019s literature and also about the planet? I started to put together a Kickstarter campaign. And thanks to people who know considerably more about social media than I do (thank you Candy Gourlay, thank you SJ Said) word began to get out. The book you\u2019re holding in your hands is the result of that power – people power. And also of trust. People trusted me. (That was \u2013 and remains to me \u2013 pretty humbling). And perhaps it\u2019s also the face of a brave new world where publishing (and what can be successfully published) is gradually, but fundamentally, changing. Where we might be looking be looking, say, at a new \u2013 international \u2013 version of the 18th century subscription model?<\/p>\n

But let\u2019s return to the heroes of this particular story. The people listed below who actually made this project happen: my family; my friends; people from the world of children\u2019s books (editors, agents, translators, writers); librarians; teachers; environmentalists (workers, activists, writers, advisors to government); musicians, composers, theatre-makers, film-makers, the odd lawyer, a totally non demonic banker and also names that will be as unfamiliar to you as they were to me \u2013 that incredible band of generous strangers from all over the world who took a risk on me. <\/p>\n

I thank each and every one.
\nACHUKA; Nina Allan; Noga Applebaum; Laura Atkins; Adam Baghdadi; Helen and John Barnes; Philip Bartle; Mandy Beall; Susan Benn; Don Black; Rebecca Boey; Jilly Bond; P.S. Brooks; Mark Burgess; Tom Burke; Christopher Burn; Tim Burnett; Alex Burton-Keeble; C.J. Busby; Moira Butterfield; Dawn Casey; Liz Casey; Kops Chow; Miss Rachael Claridge; Jo Clark; Catherine Coe; Conville and Walsh; James Cooney; Chris Cooper; Liz Cross; Linda Daunter; Sue Downie; Alan Durant; Ros Edmonds and family; Daniela Essart; Felix Faber; Robert Faber & Kim Pickin; Ian & Sarah Farringdon; Tia Fisher; Janet Foxley; Philip Franks; GD; Vanessa Gebbie; Debra Goodman; Paulette Gordon-Stewart; Candy Gourlay; Lynda Graham; Maxine Gully; Daniel Hahn; Jan Hall; Henny; Lucy Hooberman; Deborah Holmes; Monica B Holmes; Paul Hudson; Alexandra Jackson Kay; Beverley Johnson; Si\u00e2n Jones; Anne Kavanagh; Simon Kenny; Liz King-Smith; Ann Kronbergs; Sharada Laidlay; Joost Landgraf; Katherine Langrish; Trisha Lee; Lennhoff Family; Bronagh Liddicoat; Jen Lunn; Will Mabbitt; Kristin Mason; Geraldine McCaughrean; Katharine McEwen; Noella Mingo; Jonathan Monk; Nicola Morgan; Lucinda Morrison; Adele Moss; Miriam Moss; Charlotte Mulliner; Beverley Naidoo; Katie Naylor; Valerie Niblett; Stine Nilsen; Jude Oberm\u00fcller; Mary Parker; Guy Parker-Rees; Esm\u00e9 Patey-Ford; Deborah Perkin; Lesley Parr; Clare Paterson; Lucy Pearce, Womancraft Publishing; Lola Perrin; Julie Pike; Fabrice Piwnica; Cindy Polemis; Pop Up Projects CIC; Emily Precious; Jacquie Pritchard; Phil Pritchard; Richard; James Riley; Charlotte Rivington; Amy Rogers; Frances Rose; Martin and George Rose; Mandy Rutter; SF Said; Nikki Sheehan; Jo Sheldon; Colin Singer; Jackie Singer; Janet Singer and Alan Edwards; Stephanie Singer; Molly Singer-Kingsmith; Edmund Singer-Kingsmith; Roland Singer-Kingsmith; Francesca Singer Smith and Mr Tom Ince Esq; Arthur Slade; Shelley Souza; Kay Stephan; Roger Stevens; Gloria Sullivan; Jan Sullivan-Chalmers; Luke Temple; Sarah Towle; Jaime Unson; Eleanor Updale; Janet Waddicor; Jenny Waldman; Sue Wallman; Hope Estella Whitmore; Rupert Widdicombe; Caroline Williams; Claire Williams; Nigel Wilson; Debbie Wiseman.<\/p>\n

People on (and off\u2026) this list put in different amounts of money. Many put in more than they could afford. One person put in an insane amount of money. He thought I wouldn\u2019t know, he thought donations were anonymous. Bad luck, PG! <\/p>\n

Some people gave me other things too – things that money can\u2019t buy. Writers Dawn Casey and Bille Eltringham gave me hope as well as detailed feedback on the manuscript. Michael Rosen (who I bumped into at the Brighton Festival) gave me gracious permission to quote from I\u2019m Going on a Bear Hunt \u2013 a total favourite in our family as well as in Cameron\u2019s. Agent Clare Conville read with her perceptive, critical eye – as always. Tolly Rose provided photographs of lavatories and doors into other universes. Georgie Gadian, Aged 11(nearly 12) \u2013 her brackets (true say!) promised trenchant feedback on the story \u2013 but stopped scribbling after page 20 when she got \u2018carried away with reading\u2019. That\u2019s the nicest sort of feedback, Georgie! Last but by no means least, is Karen Jones\u2019 class of cinqui\u00e8mes at the bi-lingual ASEICA school in Nice who graded my re-write Mention Tr\u00e8s Bien. <\/p>\n

So. Finally.
\nTarget reached. Book ready.
\nProduction about to begin.<\/p>\n

And then, in the midst of all the excitement, I have a Massive Loss of Confidence. <\/p>\n

This happens to writers. Some days we are bullish. We have to be in order to get up and go to our desks and work there in silence for seven hours a day with no-one to praise (or blame\u2026) us but ourselves. Sometimes we are not quite so bullish. The days when, for instance, we allow ourselves to feel overwhelmed by the disinterest of the people the other end of the publishing food chain – the ones with the water-coolers and the regular monthly salaries and…and\u2026and \u2026And here I am busy getting myself in a knot because\u2026actually\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026soon there will be real books\u2026 <\/p>\n

\u2026and Real People will read them\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026and what if I\u2019ve written a turkey, after all? <\/p>\n

My head is hurting. I can\u2019t work. I take myself off to Waterstones and I\u2019m just sitting there with my cup of tea and Someone Else\u2019s Book (oh blessed relief), when this vandal comes in and starts drawing on the walls. He says his name is Chris and he\u2019s allowed. The pictures are quite good. In fact they\u2019re very good. Which is not surprising on account of the fact that he turns out to be the illustrator Chris Riddell, newly appointed UK Children\u2019s Laureate. <\/p>\n

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Anyway, we fall into conversation and Chris asks what I\u2019m currently working on and I tell him about Island and also do some DGB (Doom, Gloom and Bitching) about the current state of children\u2019s publishing and he says suddenly \u2013 I\u2019d like to do a few illustrations for your book. And I think, the coffee\u2019s well gone to his head. But the next day, on my Facebook page these appear: <\/p>\n

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And he\u2019s SERIOUS.<\/p>\n

And I send him the book and a little while later he writes me: Just finished reading your beautiful text and am now rather in love with ‘Island’<\/em>. And after everything that has gone on, you will understand why this makes me cry.<\/p>\n

Chris has lots of other work to do \u2013 some Laureate work, the small matter of a Neil Gaiman book to illustrate\u2026 but he makes time for Island and even posts about it.<\/p>\n

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And then he sends me the real pictures. The ones you see in the is book. Well \u2013 I don\u2019t think I have to add anything to them. Except \u2013 perhaps \u2013 thank you, Chris. Thank you SO much.<\/p>\n

Although, for the record, you should know that Chris is donating his share of any proceeds to Greenpeace. Which just shows you, if you needed any further evidence, what sort of man he is.<\/p>\n

And finally we have Charles Boyle and Trevor Wilson. Charles is a writer. I first spotted him writing (poetry) at his desk in the dull office we shared in our early twenties. He now runs the tiny, award-winning, independent press cbEditions which he still operates single-handedly from his front room. Charles is a tireless champion of homeless literature: poetry, short fiction, translations, the lost and the forgotten. It was Charles who first offered to take Island under his wing. And it\u2019s Trevor, of Caboodle Books, who has put in the extra money to extend the print run so there will be books in bookshops and available to share in schools. Trevor also runs Authors Abroad and, with this hat on, he will help put me in those schools so the discussion can finally start with the really important people \u2013 the children.<\/p>\n

And who made that happen?
\nYOU.<\/p>\n

In gratitude and affection<\/p>\n

Nicky Singer
\nSeptember 2015 <\/p>\n

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