âI miss my solitude,â last yearâs Booker prize winner Paul Lynch told an audience at Hay festival on Saturday.
âIn many ways I didnât sign up for this. Iâm an introvert whoâs learned how to be social, a social introvert,â he said. âI signed up to sit in a room on my own for three or four years and write a book,â he said.
âSomething enormous comes your way, and you have to go with it. And Iâve gone with it, and Iâve done 200 interviews. Itâs hard to process that, and I do worry, who will I be after this? When I come back to reality, when my feet touch the ground, what kind of writer am I going to be?
Lynch won the 2023 Booker prize for Prophet Song, set in an imagined Ireland that is descending into tyranny, praised for capturing âthe social and political anxieties of our current momentâ.
The day after winning, he did 23 interviews, with two 10-minute breaks. âIâm a meditator, and I said, âI need to meditate, so let me go into a room,â and I meditate for 10 minutes and they literally grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back out.â The Booker prize staff told him he had appeared in 3,000 pieces of media around the world that day.
After the media âtornadoâ is over, he ultimately believes he will be the âsame writerâ, because his âauthentic selfâ takes over when he is writing. âWhen I seize upon an idea, all Iâm interested in is getting to the end line of truth, and I hope thatâs where I go next,â he said.
Lynchâs win in November came days after the Dublin riots. At the time, he thought âthis isnât the book coming trueâ. But âat the same time, it is the start of a certain energy that Iâve been thinking a lot aboutâ.
It is a âvery dangerous thing to presumeâ that liberal democracy is going to remain. âCivilisation is such a thin veneer, and itâs so fragile.â
He said that while Prophet Song âcan be read as a very political novelâ, he is not a political novelist. âThat is something that has arrived almost by accident. What Iâm seeking is human truth.â
Lynch also said that he has been re-reading Herzog by Saul Bellow, a writer âwho has been banished. The problem with banished writers, the great dead white males, is that great writing still sits there, and it calls you backâ.