The language of strangers: Holly Ringland on The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart, and on writing and reading as acts of vulnerability and connection

The language of strangers: Holly Ringland on The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart, and on writing and reading as acts of vulnerability and connection

‘I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.’

– Frida Kahlo 

Since 2009, when I moved to Manchester to do my MA in Creative Writing, I’ve been lucky enough to return home to Australia almost every year. Manchester is the red brick city where I imagined and wrote Alice Hart to life, in my first novel, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart. It’s where I’m writing this piece now, at the same desk I sat at for four years, writing through countless drafts before sending my publisher the very final Word document in January 2018. Before publication in March, when I also left Manchester for Australia to go on my first, monumental book tour, my manuscript hung suspended in space, somewhere between being that emailed Word document and an actual book. With a spine. Bearing my name. Destined for bookshops’ shelves. And, possibly even more bewildering, destined for readers.

Although I was living my dream, when it came to the event of publication I was terrified of failing in every way imaginable: the book tanking, people hating it, hating me, misunderstanding it, misunderstanding me. Of being unfairly judged and criticised. Of being hurt. Of not being smart/good/strong enough to do justice to the privilege of being published. Of what life might be like now that I’d written a story I’d spent most of my life too scared to write. To cope, I started consuming wisdom from other authors, taking great comfort in knowing I wasn’t alone in feeling like I was about to free fall, like my internal organs were on the outside of my body for anyone to see. That was when I rediscovered Frida Kahlo’s words about feeling strange. Everything crystallised. What if Alice Hart, and I as her author, did find our readers, our strange kin? What if all the TED talks I’d watched and books on shame I’d read were true; what if, as Brene Brown says, vulnerability truly is the risk we have to take if we want to experience connection?

I was asked in an interview recently, ‘What do you wish you’d known before you wrote this novel?’ My answer was that I wish I’d known I was enough to do it. I wish I didn’t have such a tormented time with anxiety and self-doubt and fear, though I understand why these things ran so deep: I was conjuring traumatic experiences through the act of writing fiction. There’s also another answer, a bigger, deeper answer about stories and connection and universal emotions: I wish I could have known for sure that Frida’s words are true; that the sore, strange place I was drawing darkness and beauty and magic from would connect with the sore, strange place and darkness and beauty and magic in others. That’s how our common humanity works; there is more that connects us than divides us.

Although I largely wrote Lost Flowers by convincing myself that no one other than me would ever read it, there were days at my desk when I couldn’t fool myself: I wanted my novel to find its people. I was driven by a deep, aching desire for connection. To use my voice. To roar like I used to on bushwalks as a child, yelling cooee out into the Australian bush, waiting with breath held to hear someone else, unknown and unseen to me but on the same track, in the same landscape, yell cooee back. I’m here. You’re not alone. It’s what I wanted to feel in my writing; it’s the feeling I wanted Alice and her story to give others.

At my Manchester desk now, remembering the version of myself – only four months ago – sitting here unpublished, suspended, and terrified of what might come, I understand the only way was through. I could not have prepared for the experience of connecting with readers, like the bookseller whose very first words to me were, ‘Just tell me, just tell me, is Alice okay now?’ Or the message I received after one of my events, about a vulnerable teenage girl who had come to see me speak, and later said I’d given her courage to keep writing: she was in therapy to reclaim her life after abuse and was using writing to help her take ownership of her story. Or the women in signing lines who met me and held my offered hands as tears rolled down their cheeks. We didn’t share why. We didn’t have to. The themes in Lost Flowers spoke for us. That’s what stories can do.

When I talk about how the publication of Lost Flowers has exceeded my childhood dreams, it’s not only the incredibly lucky experience I’ve had being published by my HarperCollins team. It’s also the profundity of finding and connecting with readers of my work.

‘I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.’

– Frida Kahlo

People often used to say that in publication Alice would take on a life of her own, entirely separate to me. It was a truth that scared me. What’s actually happened has been wonderful and even more overwhelming: Alice Hart has found her way into the hearts of readers around the world to whisper, or roar, cooee. And readers have been kind, big-hearted and generous enough to roar cooee back at me. We’re here. We are strange and sore and hopeful, and we are not alone.

– Holly Ringland, July 2018.

 

About the author

Holly Ringland is the author of the bestselling debut novel The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart. She grew up wild and barefoot in her mother’s tropical garden in Northern Australia. When she was nine years old, her family lived in a camper van for two years in North America, travelling from one national park to another, an experience that sparked Holly’s lifelong interest in cultures and stories.

In her twenties, Holly worked for four years in a remote Indigenous community in the central Australian desert. She moved to England in 2009 and obtained her MA in Creative Writing from the University of Manchester in 2011. She now lives between the UK and Australia.

Holly’s essays and short fiction have been published in various anthologies and literary journals. In 2015, the first chapter of The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart won Griffith Review’s annual writer award, which included a week-long fellowship at Varuna House, Australia’s top national writing residency.

Purchase a copy of The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart here // Read our review of The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart here.

 

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                      1. Sharon salter says:

                        Finally a beautifully written book that I couldn’t wait to read the next chapter of. My night time treat. I didn’t want it to end. I look forward to reading more of this great author’s work.

                      2. Megan Kate says:

                        Holly when I met you tears didn’t roll down my cheeks. I am not brave enough to be that vulnerable. The shame and hurt are buried deep. But I love you for writing this for all of us, and the tears are coming now. You are far from alone xx