Hernan Diaz: ‘If ever I find myself on the page, I view it as an immense failure’

The Pulitzer prize-winning author on the punk rock provocation of his writing, an epiphany at the gym, and working with Kate Winslet on the HBO adaptation of his novel Trust Hernan Diaz, 50, was born in Buenos Aires and lives in Brooklyn. A finalist in 2018 for the Pulitzer prize in fiction with his debut In the Distance, which the New Yorker called “an offbeat western”, he is the joint winner of this year’s award – together with Barbara Kingsolver – for his second novel, Trust, out now in paperback. A slippery story of a Depression-era tycoon and his late wife as told four different ways, it made the longlist for last year’s Booker prize, whose judges called it “sly, sophisticated, insistently questioning [and] determined to rob us of every certainty”.

What led you to tell (and retell) the fictional life of a Wall Street financier?
Almost no novels in the American canon talk about money-making. Many American novels revolve around money, but the money’s already been made and the books are only about the adjacent symptoms bubbling up around money: the corseted manners of the wealthy and so on. Money has this almost transcendental place in American culture, yet it’s also taboo – we don’t talk about it and we don’t even understand it. That seemed bonkers and fascinating. On one hand, money resists narrative because it is coated in this rhetorical varnish of pseudo-science in order to be purposefully impenetrable. We’ve all had these experiences negotiating a loan or a credit card; like, it isn’t meant to be understood. But on the flipside, money is very reliant on storytelling: look at how desperately those who amass any kind of fortune try to account for how it was accumulated so they can present it in a legitimate way to the public.

Why did you avoid dialogue almost entirely in the novel’s first half?
The first section is written in this hyper-careful turn-of-the-century prose, but there’s a punk-rock provocation at its core. My editor said: “Do you realise there are no physical descriptions in the first part?” And I was like, yes, it’s very intentional: nobody has a body, nobody has a face, and in the first 160 pages there’s only one line of dialogue – one word, one letter, “I”. It was a formal dare, almost like an Oulipian constraint. As the book moves forward, we end up inside a body and a mind, and I thought that journey would be more powerful after a highly abstracted opening. The novel is about who has a voice: who, throughout history, has been given a megaphone. Who has been gagged? Rather than thematise that in an expository way, I thought it would be more vivid – and fun – for readers to be presented with this polyphonic arrangement of four voices in succession and gently ask them to question why we trust one over the other. That word “trust” resonates throughout the novel, not least in defining the relationship between you and the reader as you jump from one version of the story to the next. When did you know it should be the title?
It came to me on an elliptical trainer at the gym! I was two-thirds into the writing and I was desperate because I didn’t yet have a title, but I knew I wanted it to be as layered as the book. It was like an epiphany; I typed it into my phone, very excited. Continue reading...