Monthly Archives: March 2014

Darren Shan: interview with the vampire creator

Author Darren ShanDarren O’Shaughnessy is the biggest superstar you’ve probably never heard of. You might know him – then again, you might not – under his nom de plume, Darren Shan. This authorial alter-ego has sold an amazing 25million copies over the last dozen years (he jokes of a favourite band, “I’ve outsold The Killers – they’ve only sold 15million albums!”).

His books have been published in around 40 countries and more than 30 languages, and that’s just the official side: bestselling bootleg versions are also available in such exotic locales as Iran. His work has been adapted by Hollywood. He has legions of devoted fans across the globe, and spends a third of the year travelling to meet them, at public readings, school events and conferences. He’s chin-wagged with JK Rowling in a swanky bar in New York, for God’s sake.

In short, this guy is massive. In terms of popularity and success, he’s Cecelia Ahern, John Boyne and Marian Keyes all rolled into one.

And yet, Darren can walk into a restaurant in Limerick unnoticed. Although he does many interviews and enjoys doing them, his face and name are not famous in the “celebrity” sense. It is, he admits, a perfect situation.

“It’s ideal,” Darren says. “You can get on with ordinary life. And if it’s a choice between being well-known but selling nothing, and under the radar but getting sales – I know which I’d go for. It might be because I mainly write children’s books: there isn’t the same media interest.”

We’re in The French Table, opened six years ago along the “broad, majestic Shannon” by Frenchman Thomas Fialon and his Limerick wife Deirdre. It’s a lovely place, charming and understated – and being French, they have a great wine list.

And Darren Shan is a great dining companion: easy-going, open, cheerful and verbose (he talks a mile a minute; transcribing the Dictaphone is a nightmare!). As we tuck into starters, he explains why a resident of Pallaskenry has a London accent: “I was born in the UK and moved back here aged six. My parents were both from Pallaskenry. I was happy to come back, I was a very energetic child and our flat was getting too small for me.

“I was used to here anyway from summer visits, and I loved it: the fields, all that open space. I never had any hassle about my accent or anything else, although I do have to frequently explain why an Irishman talks like this!”

Darren began writing seriously at 17, and by his early twenties was pitching to agents and publishers. His first novel for adults was released in 1999, aged just 26, and a second followed. But proper, world-straddling success didn’t come until he shifted gears to Young Adult books. The Saga of Darren Shan, a 12-book series on vampires, went ballistic. He followed up with the 10-book Demonata series, and a number of standalone horror and fantasy novels.

Darren’s latest big project is especially ambitious: an epic in 12 parts (the seventh is released on March 27th) exploring themes like racism and fascism through the story of one girl and a zombie epidemic. Unusually heavy subjects, but they’re handled sensitively, and the books work as entertainment too.

“I like to mix genres up,” he says. “Fantasy and horror are the prime narrative drivers – that’s mostly what I’d have read as teenager – but from there it can go anywhere. I work in elements of sci-fi, thrillers, all sorts of stuff… For instance, one of the big influences on the Demonata series was Steven Hawking’s A Brief History of Time.

“And the Zom-B series is very political, reacting to the growth of the BNP and EDL in England, especially since 9/11 and 7/7. I’ve got a flat in London near where the bombs went off, I go over a lot, and I could see a change in the atmosphere. Everyone was on edge. It’s important to do something to address that – not every Muslim is a terrorist, not everyone claiming to want a safer England is to be trusted. Use your brain, see both sides – that’s the message. Because we know where all this leads: Nazi Germany.

“These books had to be shocking and awful; this is what you’ll turn into with these politics. And people react to that in different ways. It was tough juggling the racist element in early drafts; I wanted it to be realistic but it still had to be accessible; people can’t be repulsed by it. An openly racist character, people will just give up on that book.”

I ask where the pseudonym came from. He says, “Darren Shan began because I started as a writer for adults, under my own name, and wanted a different name for the children’s books. My grandfather used to be known as Paddy Shan; it sounded good. The main character in that series is called Darren Shan too, so I can say at the start, ‘This is all true!’ I still get letters from younger kids, years later, asking: is it true?”

Is it tough, juggling adult and kids’ books, horror and fantasy genres, in a publishing industry notorious for its insistence of pigeonholing authors? Yes and no, he says.

“The industry definitely wants something they can market and sell easily; it was like that starting out 20 years ago and it’s even more so now. I can understand their way of thinking, and it’s fine if you’re happy doing just one type of book, but I read all kinds and take inspiration from all over the place. You want to spread yourself widely, and as a creator you shouldn’t be thinking in terms of markets and all that.

“You can always publish yourself these days; I’m thinking of maybe doing that myself with some of my books for adults. It gives you total creative freedom. On the other hand, editors will find flaws in your work and correct them, publishers design great covers and market books in ways you wouldn’t think of… In many ways publishers are crucial. I think most writers need their publishers, even if we grumble about them occasionally.”

In his spare time – what little of it there is – Darren travels with his wife Bas (they married this summer), goes to galleries and the theatre, “pigs out” on weekend trips to London, and enjoys – or endures? – watching Spurs play football.

And of course, there are always more books to work on, and who knows, maybe more movies, too. The first three books in the Darren Shan series were collected into the $100million Hollywood production Cirque du Freak.

He says, “I stayed out of the movie completely, didn’t even visit the set. I learned from the mistakes of other writers who got involved. Usually the producers make up their own story out of your material. I respect that, it’s a different medium. Rather than trying to control something you can’t, I’d rather spend my time and energy on my own books.

“And I liked it. I didn’t think I would – I hated the script! But the actors were good, sets were good. It was unfaithful to the plot but it captured the spirit of the book fairly well… There’s no more movie stuff in the pipeline, but I’m always open to it.”

And with that, Darren Shan steps out into the Limerick streets: a superstar around the planet, pretty much unrecognised in his home-place. Just the way he likes it.


AGE: 40

BORN: London; moved to Pallaskenry, Co Limerick aged six, still lives there

EDUCATION: Leaving Cert in Pallaskenry; degree in English and Sociology from University of Roehampton, UK

FAMILY: married to Londoner Bas; grew up with one brother

BEST KNOWN AS: the master of Young Adult horror and fantasy

BIG BREAK: switching from fiction for grown-ups to kids’ books in the late 1990s: his series The Saga of Darren Shan was a bestseller from 2000 onwards

PROFESSIONAL ACHIVEMENTS: has sold 25 million books, and had his work made into a Hollywood movie

PROUDEST PROFESSIONAL MOMENT: “Hitting the top of the Japanese bestseller chart – for all books, not just children’s – was an immense achievement. That’s a massive book market and very few Western writers ever penetrate it to any sizeable degree”

LIKES: Books, visual art, travel, meeting fans, Tottenham Hotspurs

DISLIKES: Prejudice, racism, pigeon-holing, Arsenal


Letter to my teenage self

Dear 16-year-old me,

This is, eh, me as well. As in you. Except you as you are now, meaning me. Oh, you know what I mean. Or I know what you mean, whichever. Quit confusing me/you, dude.

Quick bit of news: you’re about to get your heart broken. It will feel like a spectacularly painful kick in the crown jewels. But don’t worry: this too will pass (though you’ll find that hard to believe at the time).

Better yet, you’ll actually look back on the whole sorry saga with nostalgic fondness, when you’re a bit older. Okay, much older. You will, though – you’ll see it through the rosy glow of sentimentality. Like watching your own past as if it were a movie; all you need’s the soundtrack.

You’ll even get some artistic inspiration out of it in later years: maybe not directly (you can’t stand those self-flagellating memoirs where writers lay their whole lives bare), but obliquely. This heartbreak will find itself mentioned, in a sideways manner, in a play, a couple of bad poems and song lyrics, and a Young Adult novel. (That one’s still in progress by the way; get a move on, would you?)

In fact, the whole subject of romance will be fertile ground for you as a writer. Oh, I mightn’t have mentioned that bit – you’re a writer now. Journalism and fiction. It’s alright. Better than slopping out kebabs to drunks at three in the morning.

By the way, write a vampire romance novel called Twilight before 2005: I guarantee it’ll sell big.

Anyway, love and romance and sex and women – you’ll find them to be some of the most interesting and productive themes to write about in your adult life. Right now, though, you’re mired in adolescent hell.

Okay, I exaggerate – it’s not really hell. You’re quite happy, in general. (Until the old kick to the goolies comes along, of course.)

Now, if this really was one of those bare-all memoirs, I’d be telling you at this point how girls are a distant mystery to you, and you’d come to know them better as you grew into adulthood, and a whole world would open up to you, and blah blah blah. But that’s not really the case here.

Because you’re going to a co-ed school, girls aren’t a mystery at all. You spend every day with them: in class, at break, on the bus to school. Your best pals – everyone’s best pals – are the same sex, but you know lots of girls too, and have done since primary school.

Which doesn’t mean you’re some kind of babe-magnet – coz you ain’t – but at least girls don’t seem like some weird alien life-form. They’re just people. Who you happen to fancy.

And you know the strangest thing? This won’t change. In a year-and-a-half you’ll begin an Arts degree in UCC. Then you’ll spend some time on the dole, go back to college, live in Japan for a few months, home again, more dole, until finally at about 25 you’ll start working at a proper job, one you’re still doing now.

In all that time, women will be your friends, co-workers, acquaintances. A few will be your enemies. They’ll be bosses, employees, social networking buddies and e-mail acquaintances. Most, though not every single one, of your truly best friends will be women.

All of them will be just people you’ve interacted with. Except, again for that little twist: some of them you’ll fancy.

But this attitude to women – girls, in your case – is a pretty healthy one, and will serve you just fine. You may not be Russell Brand, but at least you won’t be a woman-hating weirdo who can’t hold a conversation with 50% of the human population.

And don’t worry, you’re not a pathetic and lonely schlub who can’t get a date and/or shift either. (‘Shift’: that’s a word from your era. Not sure if kids still use it nowadays. Check it out when you arrive in 2014.)

You’ll have girlfriends, flings, brief encounters, drunken tangles that neither of you remembers and (take a deep breath) serious relationships. By the time you reach 29 you’ll even (take a deeper breath) be married.

Most unexpectedly – though in another sense, it’s not unexpected at all – you’ll assume that, once you’ve fallen in love and committed to another person for life, you could never feel that strongly about someone else.

Then you’ll have a baby and fall in love all over again.

Ooh, one last tip: that thing you do, where you act all super-sensitive and delicate, like an easily bruised flower, to attract girls? Doesn’t work.

They much prefer the confident, slightly cocky you collecting glasses in that hotel summer job. And they like even more the way you smoke your cigarette while working. Don’t ask me why, just remember to do it.

  • First published in U Magazine