I’ve always wanted the freedom to be completely disembodied when I’m writing, to feel as if I’m in a pure compositional state. Typing is a highly unnatural activity, and your writing style ends up reflecting the cognitive shackles. When I started to use the tablet, things that are extremely difficult to do on a word processor opened up to me. I could also make drawings to see what a character looked like, and these sketches would be integrated into my research. Part of the mystery of The Echo Maker hinges upon what happened on a certain stretch of road on the night of the accident. I figured that out visually by drawing the scene over and over and seeing how all the elements moved in relationship to one another.
I was already curious to read The Echo Maker, but now I’ve got to get my hands on a copy. Recently I’ve been thinking about the resurgence of oral storytelling — I was largely sheltered from TV as a child and am a late convert — and wondering what, if anything, it means for the novel in the Internet age. And now here’s a writer dictating his book to a computer.