N
M Browne was born in Burnley, Lancashire where she lived not far from the
shadow of Pendle Hill. She worked as a
teacher briefly before teaching creative writing to all age groups and
abilities from children in schools to BA, MA and MFA students. N M Browne recently completed a PhD in
creative writing. To discover more about
N M Browne, visit her website here. We are delighted to welcome N M Browne to the
blog to talk about her tenth novel Bad
Water.
Bad Water is my tenth novel
and is very much of a piece with my other stories.
My
two Carnegie nominated books: Shadow Web
and Basilisk are about crossing from
one world to another, about injustice and revolution set in alternate or
distorted versions of our own world. My historical fiction is always set in
times of change when one civilisation is under threat and a new world order
threatens everything: I have written about the Roman invasion of Britain, the
sixth century Saxon incursions and the ninth century tribulations of Alfred of
Wessex. I like a good clash of values, ideological as well as physical
conflict. I am intrigued by the complexity of political power, the significance
of belief. Don’t be misled though, above all else I love a good story.
Bad Water takes place after
‘The Chaos.’ Our civilisation has largely been destroyed by climate change,
disease, collapsing infrastructure and civil disobedience. What is left is the
Isles of Britain, small communities clinging to islands of habitable, farmable
land when most of what we know is underwater. The City of London is a crumbling
network of high towers swathed in greenery from vertical farms and linked by
swaying rope bridges covered in vegetation. There, the murky waters of the
Thames, the Great River, are rumoured to be rife with pollution and disease. The
people themselves are brutal and violent locked in an endless cycle of gang
warfare. This is ‘Bad Water’ and it is best avoided.
In
this world almost all the technologies which link our world are gone. ipads and
phones are displayed as wealth signifiers, but very little actually works: all
networks are down and the world has shrunk. Few people leave the settlement of
their birth.
Ollu,
my heroine, is a barger, part of a clan who make a living trading. They recycle
and repair old technology, pass messages and gossip among the largely illiterate villages and
settlements of a drowned England. Ollu’s
craft, the Ark, a matriarch boat, was built before the Chaos and has a measure
of ‘preeker’ ( pre chaos) technology. Ollu can read and write and the Ark has
an ancient ‘aye eye’, a computer hidden beneath its boards. Like everything
else it is barely functioning, and the bargers have resorted to old messaging
systems: notes written on scraps of paper,
hidden in old waterproof plastic, marked with the warning colour ‘red’
to signify danger.
When
Ollu’s mother become sick after giving birth to twins, Ollu negotiates with one
of their trading partners: her care in return for a terrible trade. She has to find a cache of Preeker weapons
rumoured to be stashed in Bad Water.
Like all my books, this is primarily an adventure
story. Until Ollu teams up with two boys, Buzz and Ratter, she is alone as few young
people today are alone. She has no peers, no friends as such. As a little child
she had seen films and heard recorded music, they had a radio, but all of that is
now gone . She has to make her own decisions and the stakes are high. Just as
for the children of today, her present is unlike her mother’s past. What
happens in the future is up to her.
The
first draft of this book was written long ago when neither the reality of
climate change nor the potential damage of plague was quite so prominent in the
national consciousness.
My
rewrites improved the plot, but never altered the world: that has always
been vivid to me. When I close my eyes I
can see the rotting spires of the Old Parley ( The Palace of Westminster)
emerging from the Great River, a monument to a whole history lost.
Bad
Water is another story about revolution and the power of young people to change
their world. Ollu’s post Chaos drowned
Britain looks broken, but to her it is a place of hope and fresh potential. She
forges new trading partnerships, mends broken connections, sows the seeds of
civilisation.
I
didn’t write this book for a pandemic, but it is curiously apt. Post-pandemic
or Post-Chaos new relationships can be forged, new connections made.
All
our young people have travelled alone through Bad Water, and just as with Ollu,
what happens in the future is up to them.