The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Amy

Interviews by Fans
Title:	The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Amy
Interviewer:	The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index/Abby Goutal
Interviewee:	Amy
Date(s):	posted 06 March 2001
Medium:	online
Fandom(s):	Les Misérables
External Links:	an interview with Amy interview index
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In March 2001, Les Misérables fan writer Amy was interviewed for The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index.

Interview Series

• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Amy
• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Arlene C. Harris
• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Laura Waterstripe/Quiara
• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Lonely Gamine
• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Ponine Enjolras/Jenelin
• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Stefanie
• The Les Miserables Fan Fiction Index Interview with Ursula

Introduction

Amy, author of Grantaire and Kindred Spirits, is 18 and lives in Gosford, NSW, Australia. She attends university next year to pursue "a less-than-useless Arts degree".

Some Experts

Q: Do you tend to base your stories on the novel, or the musical?
A: Oh, the novel. It provides more background, examples of the speech of at least some of the characters and I can always say to myself "at least I'm not interrupting my plot to describe what it is that you can find in a sewer."

Q: What's your favorite story of yours, and why?
A: Oh, probably the Untitled one (which I keep intending to come up with a title for). It's long and unwieldy, but it has a plot and a conclusion, so I'm proud of it.

Q: How did you get the idea for your Untitled story?
A: Well, there is this line: "There are men who seemed to be born two sided. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Ephestion." 'Orestes and Pylades' has been worn to shreds as a metaphor and I was one day struck by the image of Cai declaring: "Roman? Bah. My great grandfather had the dubious distinction of possibly being the bastard son of a man who claimed to have a Roman father. So my father calls himself an Equite, I'm cursed with the lamentably difficult to pronounce name 'Caius,' and you tolerate me because you've an unnatural liking for the appropriately named Brutus. With my luck, that imbecile was probably my ancestor. Political assassinations, mad attempts to resuscitate with all sorts of useless patriotic vapours that consumptive crone, the republic and ending with a reprehensibly melodramatic suicide. It's like one of those tedious Greek tragedies. Melpomene must have been cackling through her blood-streaked lips that day. I should've been called Claudius. I'm lame enough. But if a wolf cub fell on me, it'd be sure to bite me. You're probably more Roman than I am." And that was that. It had to be written. Incidentally, M'sieur Lucien Enjolras has not yet forgiven me for that one.

Q: What's a question you'd like to ask another author?
A: Does anyone want to buy an Enjolras? He glares, he orates, so far he hasn't slept with anybody--comes in good-as-new condition (barring the bullet holes) and with first name attached. And he scares his typist no end. The only drawback is that he tends to lose things. Ah well. In all seriousness, however does one write an Enjolras without him ending melodramatic?