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Sara Collins sets out to rewrite the characters who have traditionally been invisible in Gothic fiction

A passion for Gothic novels led debut author Sara Collins to write her heroine out of slavery and into the heart of Georgian London in The Confessions of Frannie Langton.

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Sara Collins, author of The Confessions of Frannie Langton

The first black person I ever came across in a novel was the runaway slave, Jim, in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The moment he was introduced (as “Miss Watson’s big nigger”) I saw he was a character you weren’t meant to take seriously. Looking back now, the problem I had with the book was that Jim’s humanity was treated like a question that needed answering. He’d slipped away from Miss Watson only to end up stuck forever in Twain’s trap, where the measure of the man was loyalty to a feckless and undeserving boy. I hated that book, but I forced it down like the deworming medicine my mother dosed us with every summer – and for the same reason. Everyone said it was an American classic, and therefore it was supposed be “good for me”.

My family had fled Kingston some years before, after the eruption of the violence that followed the 1976 elections. We’d ended up in Grand Cayman, where my paternal grandmother was born. When my brothers and I went out in our neighbourhood to play, it meant running the gauntlet of two women who sometimes called out: “You black Jamaican monkeys! Go back where you came from.” Luckily books had given me a home that was privately and irrevocably mine. I scoured them, craving the kind of fierce and instant kinship that sprang up when I met characters like Jane Eyre and Elizabeth Bennett and Jo March. Which was why Twain’s novel came as such a shock. It seemed to slap away those feelings of affinity, with the awful suggestion that it was Jim who lurked in my family tree, not Jane or Jo.

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Luckily books had given me a home that was privately and irrevocably mine.

It wasn’t a surprise to discover I wanted to write a novel driven by emotion of the kind I’d encountered in novels like Jane Eyre, that vibrating energy that pulses through Gothic fiction, nor that, much the same as Jane’s time spent in Mrs. Reed’s household, I wanted Frannie’s early life in Jamaica to form the wellspring of her longing, and her rage. Yet when I came to write about it, I could feel something holding me back. As a black woman, I was reluctant to write a novel about a woman who had been a slave.

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One of history’s many failings is that those early black chroniclers were required to spend all their energy addressing the emergencies that had been made of their lives, instead of leaving behind a proper record of themselves.

What can a mere novelist do to redress the balance? I started by asking myself what I could add that was new. While I was researching the novel, a question occurred to me: If you were dragged back to that place by time machine, what loss would hit you hardest? My answer came clear and instant. Books. And not far behind it came another question: What would you have done to get them? The door to what I wanted to write swung wide open and I saw a young girl growing up on a plantation, desperate to read, craving the books in the library, making her way further and further inside the house and the lives of the people in it, until she made her way all the way to London. The first question led, page by page, to the last: how far would she go? At times, in answering it, I had to allow her make the kinds of choices I hope I wouldn’t have made, and that we aren’t necessarily used to seeing from characters like her. Yet the more I did, the more complex and compelling she became, and the more she seemed to take on real flesh.

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A historical novelist has the power to wake the dead, but then she has to let them live.

I wrote Frannie for the same reason I scoured all those novels as a child. Because the magic of writing is the same as the magic of reading: those brief moments when imagined people breathe. Because a historical novelist has the power to wake the dead, but then she has to let them live. I didn’t want to write another “slave story”, but once upon a time I’d have loved to read a gothic romance about a woman who happened to have been a slave. In all my reading, I had never come across a book like that, or a character like Frannie, even though it’s self-evident that genius, anger, moral complexity, and passionate, all-consuming, romantic love are not qualities that only white characters should be allowed.

There’s a cushion on the chair in my agent’s office where I sat when she offered me representation. During our second meeting, I noticed a quote from Toni Morrison cross-stitched onto it that I’d been too distracted to see properly the first time: “If there’s a book that you want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it”. Perhaps, after all this time, writing Frannie was my personal antidote to Jim.

 

The Confessions of Frannie Langton is out now.

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