Left - Vanina Redondi
It is encouraging to
see that Interlitq is still
publishing, after it went down, with Issue 16.
Yes, the review was in abeyance for a year and a half. Inevitably, we
lost quite a lot of ground over that period. But, finally, Interlitq was resurrected, and we have made it to 21 issues now,
and are currently working on Issue 22.
Would you say that the
specific problems you faced then are history?
I take the review one issue at a time. To date we have not been
successful in terms of funding, and so the review is always teetering on the
brink, as it were. There are no guarantees of anything these days. That said, I
am buoyed up by the increasing web traffic, so far as the Interlitq blog is concerned, where I publish every day.
Irrespective of the future for Interlitq,
I hope it is the case that the review has, since it was founded seven years
ago, made its contribution to literature, however small.
It is interesting to
see that in the blog you write increasingly, on a daily basis, about
psychoanalysis, and in Spanish.
How could I possibly be immune, having lived in Buenos Aires for 14
years! The porteño culture is suffused
with psychoanalytic concepts. And now we
have got to the point where our largest readership vis-à-vis the Interlitq blog comes from
Argentina—interesting for an international review—followed by the USA.
If you
continue to publish, do you see the review developing along the same lines?
I think that one must innovate continuously if one is
to be alive. I like to believe that we have some interesting new developments
to incorporate, but we must first overcome a number of hurdles, and then
implement these forward-looking changes.
Finally, and
on another note, on the 18th of September, the Scots will vote on
whether to become independent. Since this issue is highly topical, may I ask
you whether, as a Scot, you have any personal view?
I have been out of touch for so long, with my daily
life far away. The tensions between Scotland and England have been
long-running. And, from a literary perspective, I am not convinced that Dr
Johnson’s sharp-edged commentaries on the Scots are purely jocular. On a
personal note, I can only imagine how my life would have turned out had I, as a
young man, followed in the footsteps of my step-uncle Ames, a brilliant law
student and later the City Chamberlain of Edinburgh, to St Andrews University.
But, weaned on the novels of E. M. Forster, I went south, and that is quite a
different story. Often I think that the Scots, and myself included, pay a high
price for such displacement—a theme explored in James Kennaway’s fiction. For
all their virtues, the English would appear to be unnerved by a Scot who would
not be at home in Trainspotting.
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