This Iranian American novelist wants to live forever.
October 4, 2013
Iranian American novelist Porochista Khakpour says she wrote two novels by the time she was 12 years old. She’s never wanted to be anything but a writer. Her debut novel, Sons and Other Flammable Objects, was published to wide critical acclaim in 2007, and her second novel, The Last Illusion, out from Bloomsbury next May, is all about being an outsider. The novel is inspired, she writes in an essay for The Poetry Foundation, by a story from the Persian epic poem The Shahnameh/Book of Kings in which a boy born into a royal family is abandoned at birth because of his appearance. He’s adopted by a mythical bird, who raises him, and goes on to become a famous Persian warrior.
Khakpour talks about alternative coming of age stories with Yang-Sze Choo, Justin Torres, and Wah-Ming Chang tomorrow at Page Turner. In the meantime, we tracked her down for our weekly Q&A series, Studio Visit.
What’s on your nightstand now?
Student work, several unread New Yorkers, a book I must blurb, my friend Sharifa’s book Harlem is Nowhere which I’ve been rereading since I moved to Harlem.
What superpower would you most like to possess?
Is there one where you live forever? I want that one.
What role does place have in your writing?
Let’s scratch place and call it “setting.” After my characters, it’s everything. Los Angeles and New York City, Y2K to 9/11. And the idea of my homeland Iran.
What songs are on your iPod now?
Mostly old Wu-Tang, Danzig, Mazzy Star, just a ton of Nineties stuff, music I grew up on. Anomalies: Blaze Foley, Chopin’s Nocturnes, new Kanye, Haim.
What is your writing process?
Feast or famine. Write only when I want and then write for days on end, nonstop. I do not write every day and you can’t make me; I do however live every day and that makes its way into my work, I swear.
Other rules and regulations: no clutter, no windows (or else curtained), no music, no distractions, dog and snacks at my side, chamomile tea instead of coffee (I need to be calmed down, not amped up, to think).
What’s your guilty pleasure?
Beer (stouts, porters, scotch ale). Dog parks. Hair metal, black metal. Difficult men.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
Since the age of 4, I’ve never wanted to be anything but a writer.