I wanted to speak directly, to say exactly what I meant, to make statements with sharp edges, to try and pin things down.
For Catapult, David Szalay chronicles the unorthodox origins of his latest novel: from writer’s block and experimenting with “strict forms” like the sonnet and the sestina came All That Man Is. Later, Szalay was keen enough to see that the poems had been, in a sense, writing the novel of their own accord.