A Far-flung Life
A Far-flung Life
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M. L. Stedman on A Far-flung Life
In her own words: quotes and insights from the author.Why she wrote it
Problems that refuse to resolveThe clearest statement of what drew her to this material is also a statement of method: she is not drawn to questions she can answer. The novel grew from a long-standing gravitational pull toward moral knots that stay knotted, and she has named that pull explicitly as the generative engine behind both of her novels.
I’m drawn to intractable problems, which, because they have no ‘right’ answer, force us to examine our underlying values: as with The Light Between Oceans, there are knotty ones at the centre of this book.
The book took shape without a publishing contract, without a deadline, and, for years, without anyone outside her own household knowing it existed. That freedom was partly circumstantial: the film adaptation of her debut had absorbed significant attention, then Covid arrived. The result was an unusually unobserved period of work that she has described as its own kind of permission.
I had no time restrictions — until very recently, no one had any idea what I was writing — there was no contract, no promises to anyone. So it just took the time it took.
That absence of external pressure did not mean the absence of stakes. It meant the book’s only audience, for most of its life, was its author.
After the reception of her debut, she faced the version of pressure that arrives not from editors or deadlines but from imagining a waiting readership. Her answer to it has been consistent: she refuses to let a projected reader into the room while she writes.
I just write what I’m writing, really for myself. If, by a miracle, someone else wants to read it, that’s great, but for me, it can never be the primary motivation.
How she wrote it
Red dust in the archives, mushrooms undergroundThe novel’s governing term, ‘forgetment,’ the word she coined for the opposite of a memory, did not come from a library or a linguistics paper. It came from what she kept encountering on the ground during years of fieldwork in Western Australia’s interior: the physical residue of lives that the landscape had nearly swallowed.
The idea of ‘forgetments’, a key theme of the novel, was inspired in part by the fact that, over and over, I came across abandoned homesteads, or once-bustling towns which were now no more than the outlines of a few dirt roads. Fragments of broken china or glass glittered in the dust and hinted at lives long gone, their meaning lost.
Her research was not archival in the conventional sense. She spent time on stations reachable only by small plane, talked to pastoralists and geologists who remembered when Australia ‘rode on the sheep’s back,’ and briefly attempted to shear a sheep under supervision. She has described why none of that could have been replaced by desk work.
There’s no substitute for experiencing first-hand the smells and sounds and textures of the place you’re conjuring. A tiny physical detail might spark a whole scene, or inspire a whole character.
The book was written in neither chronological sequence nor anything resembling an outline. She has compared the process to watching something biological happen underground, where the gardener’s job is patience rather than control.
I don’t write in chronological order. Often, scenes aren’t remotely linked, and then, with time, like mushrooms underground, little connections form by themselves and suddenly things fit together. It’s risky, of course — you have to be prepared to discard strands that turn out to be dead ends. But in discarding, and discovering what the story is not, you narrow down what the story is. For me, the trick is to stay, to wait, and to trust.
The story’s characters did not arrive fully formed. Myrtle, one of the novel’s most singular presences, came to her first as a social fact observed from the outside: the woman the town knew as the uninvited mourner at funerals. What lay behind that image took considerably longer to surface.
I wrote the story over a very, very long time, and it just sort of grew and took shape organically over years. Characters turned up bit by bit, out of nowhere: they might be prompted by seeing a face, or hearing a phrase, or sometimes, they just materialised when I started to imagine a scene. The process is quite mysterious to me.
For narrative distance, she chose to layer a periodic omniscient narrator over the otherwise close third-person perspective: a voice that pulls back to the scale of geological time whenever the characters are buried deepest in crisis. She has named what she was reaching for with that structural choice.
We switch between the characters living their lives minute to minute, struggling through peril to an unknown future, and the omniscient narrator, who reminds us of the vast sweep of events in that timeless, imperturbable landscape. I find that ‘eternal’ perspective reassuring, comforting.
The comfort she describes is not sentimentality. It is the perspective of a landscape that has already outlasted everything that happened in it, offered to a reader in the middle of events that feel unsurvivable.
The personal thread
What the legal mind left behindBefore fiction, she spent years working as a lawyer in London. She has not described that career as something she escaped; she describes it as something that altered how her brain works at the level of reflex, and that the alteration stayed.
Writers I admire include Graham Greene, because of his beautifully honed prose and fascination with moral struggles; anyone who turns a beautiful sentence — like Cormac McCarthy, Marilynne Robinson, and Anne Michaels; and writers who know what makes people tick: Dickens, Eliot, Salinger.
The list is a tell: every writer on it combines sentence-level precision with an unflinching attention to the consequences of human choice, which is precisely the territory her legal training taught her to map.
Both of her novels are set in remote Western Australia while she has lived in London for decades. The distance is not incidental. Writing her second book gave her what she describes as an unusual compensation for the isolation of long-form fiction: years spent inside an imagined world that technology had not yet reached.
It was a great luxury to spend so much time in the remote imaginary setting I’d created, where e-mails and smartphones didn’t exist, ‘far from the madding crowd.’
What she wants us to sit with
Forgetting as the condition of forgivingThe novel opens with a car accident caused by a swerve to avoid a kangaroo, and she has been explicit about what that image is doing. It is not a plot device. It is the book’s governing argument about contingency, made concrete in the first pages so that readers feel it before they can think around it.
Isn’t fate one of those things that doesn’t care whether you believe in it or not? What happens, happens. We take our lives for granted, yet anything we have or love could be taken away in the blink of an eye, without warning or reason. It’s a miracle that anyone gets to go to bed at night more or less as healthy and happy as they woke up.
The novel’s central moral questions are not rhetorical. She lists them as genuine open problems, offered without resolution, and her framing makes clear that the point is the asking, not the arriving at answers.
It asks many questions, such as whether everyone, no matter who they are or what they’ve done, has the right to love and be loved? Does everyone deserve to belong, or are there some things that doom a person to be an outcast from society forever? Who has the right to keep secrets, and who has a duty to keep them? It’s about memory and forgetting, fate and family, tolerance, resilience and hope.
Memory and forgetting are not simply themes in the book’s plot. She connects them to a larger argument about what the permanence of digital record-keeping may be costing us, extending the novel’s historical setting into a question about the present.
I’m fascinated by how the ‘known now’ becomes the ‘lost past’... I’m also interested in the role of forgetting in forgiving (there’s a reason we say ‘forgive and forget’).
Her view of morally compromised characters was articulated first in a 2012 interview about her debut, but it is the position that makes the difficult figures in this novel legible. She has held it without softening it.
I believe that people are born with a strong instinct for good. Of course, views of what ‘good’ looks like differ wildly. But I think it’s usually possible to find compassion for even the most misguided of individuals: that’s different from condoning harmful behavior. It’s just recognizing that the business of being human is complex, and it’s easy to get things wrong.
That distinction, compassion without condoning, is the ethical posture she asks readers to hold throughout a book populated by people who have done real harm to one another and still need to be understood.