texasmonthly.com: In your written work, you’ve created fantastical characters, scenarios, and settings. Your imagination stretches in directions and into realms mine never visits. Where do the ideas/inspirations for your works come from?
Michael Moorcock: I guess I can only say ‘from inside.’ It’s just the kind of imagination I have—a peculiar mix of wild romanticism and classical common sense, maybe from being an only child and reading very eclectically. I don’t read much generic fiction, as such, and very little fantasy and science fiction. Mostly I read social fiction and much of that is by the likes of Elizabeth Taylor, Rose Macaulay, Eudora Welty, Elizabeth Bowen, Annie Proulx, and a host of others. While I have a strong dislike of Hemingway and company, I’m a huge Faulkner fan. I seem to move easily between the world of imagination and the world of reality, one inspiring the other. I’ve tended to use my imagination to confront reality, rather than escape it. Maybe that’s the secret.
texasmonthly.com: How do you know when an idea in your head is right for writing?
MM: When I hear its ‘music,’ its special voice. I tend to be inspired by classical music, Mozart in particular for my structuring. Also by Lester Dent’s Master Plot formula; Dent was the guy who gave us Doc Savage and is reckoned to be one of the first ‘hard-boiled’ writers who inspired Hamett and those who followed him.
texasmonthly.com: What is your writing process like?
MM: Very structured. I have to get the form pretty much perfect—not the plot or details of character, but the ‘shape’ of the book or story. Once I have that, it sets the demand—what I have to reach for to make it work. All my fiction is structured before I work out the details of plot and character.
texasmonthly.com: In King of the City , fantasy and reality both seem to find a home. Will you tell us about the novel and how you’ve blended the two genres?
MM: I’m not really blending genres—I’m using elements which suit that particular story. I’m very quickly bored by fiction which resolves into genre. As far as Westerns are concerned for instance, I’ll enjoy The Virginian, say, but don’t like Louis L’Amour at all. I like Holmes, but have very little patience with, say, Christie. I like a genre in its very early stages or its late, usually humorous stages. I like writers such as McMurtry who rise above genre and make a story their own.
King of the City is a kind of male version of the earlier novel Mother London—much more aggressive in tone and coming from a personal perspectives, whereas Mother London has more of a godlike perspective. Really the only fantasy element in the book is at the end where I propose, against all odds, the beginnings of a just and moral society, where the cruel aspects of consumerism are augmented by people actually acting as they speak! Up until the last chapter or two, which can be taken as the narrator’s fantasy or not, it’s pretty much about things as I know them to be. However, whereas I used pretty much all real locations in