In the redbrick engine house at the Anthony Burgess Foundation we find Norway\u2019s \u2018Most American Author\u2019 and one of Switzerland\u2019s most widely translated novelists. They are both mountain men: they ski, they snowboard, they go to the mountains for isolation and tranquillity, but also to procrastinate. For Nicolai Houm and Arno Camenisch, skiing is \u2018the best way to avoid writing\u2019.<\/p>\n
They are fathers too, and their writing is increasingly fuelled by concern for their children. Houm and his wife \u2018take avalanches more seriously than they used to\u2019, since they became parents. He writes partly to expunge the anxieties of parenthood. What\u2019s the worst thing that could happen to his daughter? His third novel, The Gradual Disappearance of Jane Ashland, <\/em>is his attempt to answer that question.<\/p>\n Camenisch is worried by climate change. He feels it deep in his heart. He sees the change: the warm Swiss summers, the melting glaciers. He wonders what kind of world we are leaving for our children. His latest book, The Last Snow, <\/em>is about snow lift operators, whose way of life is threatened by a dearth of snow and customers.<\/p>\n But Camenisch would disagree that his books are \u2018about\u2019 anything other than his own experience. For him, writing means to write about something that he knows intimately well. He grew up in Tavanasa, a tiny village of roughly forty people in eastern Switzerland. Most of his novels are set in the same area. \u201cI don\u2019t do research,\u201d he says. He has not been back to Tavanasa in eighteen years, but he remembers how it felt. He remembers the feel of his chapped hands in the winter. \u201cMy books are like whisky,\u201d Camenisch tells us: a distillation of his memories, eighteen-years old, left to mature. \u201cIt\u2019s just what I have to tell. Writing is about standing there and having something to say. If you don\u2019t have anything to say, stop talking.\u201d<\/p>\n He does not have much to say about his writing process. Our moderator Naomi Frisby asks determined questions and receives laconic answers. Why did he write his most highly-acclaimed novel, The Alp? \u201c<\/em>Why not?\u201d Was it a conscious decision to write such comedic prose? \u00a0\u201cNo, it\u2019s just me.\u201d Why does he write in vignettes? \u201cOh, so many questions\u2026writing means to me, I sit down and I write. It means no more to me than that.\u201d<\/p>\n Nicolai Houm does things differently. He \u201cthinks too much\u201d. His writing is \u201cmore intentional\u201d. When he stands up to read, his own prose feels extremely deliberate. We are launched into a careful consideration of grief and recovery, rendered like a vivid memory of a real conversation. We can see the psychiatrist\u2019s office, brought to life with sparse, lancing pieces of description. The psychiatrist has eyes \u2018surrounded by dry wrinkly skin, like a parrot\u2019s\u2019. He \u2018smiles like a grandfather, having to deal with a difficult grandchild\u2019.<\/p>\n Camenisch writes with his tongue in his cheek. Perhaps his work benefits for being translated from Romansch, his native language, \u2018just a little language spoken down there in the mountains of Switzerland\u2019. He writes in Romansch, and in German, and assures us that his English is not very good. In German, he claims, he can read for an hour from memory. In English he must read from the book. Which he does, raising chuckles with vignettes of bad driving and adolescent indiscretion: \u201cMy grandmother is naked in front of me. I can\u2019t look away, my neck is made of wood. I\u2019ve never seen nona <\/em>bollock before. She\u2019s totally bollock. Suddenly I can\u2019t talk anymore. My nona <\/em>bollock has taken my words away.\u201d His prose is refreshing, like crisp mountain air. Eventually he enlists Naomi to read in English for him, and he reads extracts in Romansch instead. We cannot tell what is being said, only that he enjoys saying it: rocking on his heels, emphasising words with his eyebrows and with his free hand, smiling as he reads.<\/p>\n Thomas Lee<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the redbrick engine house at the Anthony Burgess Foundation we find Norway\u2019s \u2018Most American Author\u2019 and one of Switzerland\u2019s most widely translated novelists. They are both mountain men: they ski, they snowboard, they go to the mountains for isolation and tranquillity, but also to procrastinate. For Nicolai Houm and Arno Camenisch, skiing is \u2018the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":45,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[13,16,283,18],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n