Icome from a family of conventional conservatives. But one grandfather was a sort of socialist. He brought Oklahoma into the Union—Oklahoma has the only ‘socialist’ constitution of any state. They don’t draw attention to that and nobody has ever bothered to read it, but ‘Alfalfa Bill’ Murray, as my grandfather was called, cooked it up with a couple of other Populists. They were all William Jennings Bryan men, previously of the People’s Party. There was a great Populist movement around 1894. It was anti-banks, anti-railroad, anti-black and anti-semitic. When Oklahoma joined the Union my grandfather became its first senator at the age of 36 or 37, and over the years moved more and more to the right. I was brought up in his house. He was benignly anti-black, not so benignly anti-semitic; he came to favour the rich, particularly oil companies. He was not corrupt. He died poor.

My father was the equivalent of Minister of Aviation under Franklin Roosevelt. He came from the Mid-West and was very, very conservative. He was a West Pointer. My stepfather was a Mr Auchincloss who was called by the egregious Steven Birmingham the ‘first gentleman of the United States’. From the age of 10 to 17 I lived with Mr Auchincloss. That was the great world, equally conservative. So here you have three different strands: aviation, Mid-western conservatism; a Southern grandfather, ex-socialist, gone to the far right; and a stepfather who was called the first gentleman of the United States and led a life of great grandeur. I quite liked my grandfather and father, but I didn’t like the last life, and so at the age of 17 I enlisted in the infantry for the Second World War just to get away from it all and I’ve never had a better time. The old joke is as true about the Americans as it is about the Brits with the public schools: the army was the first time I had been well fed and it was an eye-opener. This is a picture of somebody brought up in circumstances quite remote form the real world. Throughout the Depression we had seven servants in the house—all of them white, although in Washington servants were usually black. It was like a royal family: there was a Swedish maid, a Russian chef, etc. In the army I became the first mate of a boat up in the Aleutian Islands, mostly on watch in port, sitting there with nothing to do but stare at the wheelhouse. There wasn’t anything to read. I wrote Williwaw at that time. Then I came to New York where I met Kiman Friar, an American Greek, a busy man who was teaching at Ambrose.

I was keeping company with a lady called Anaïs Nin, who was a friend of Maya Deren—later an enemy since Anaïs quarrelled with everybody eventually. And one day Maya says, ‘We are making a film, come over. I want the two of you on the scene.’ I have never seen the film, but we are all making ritual gestures at a cocktail party. I do have a piece of the film that Maya gave to me, but I have never actually watched it. It was another world. I was introduced to these people by Kiman Friar, who was giving a lecture to the ymha. He asked me to come, and I came, still in uniform, and I sat down next to this extraordinary-looking woman, Anaïs Nin, whom I had never heard of before. My book was just about to come out, and she had just been written about by Edmund Wilson. We said, ‘Hallo’, and I said that she looked like Mary Stuart. She replied, ‘Does that mean you will cut my head off?’ I saw a great deal of her in the next couple of years. She was a friend of all the surrealists like Andrhc) Breton. Jim Agee was hanging out with that set too. I was in the realist tradition, influenced by Steven Crane—not by Hemingway as people thought. Crane’s Red Badge of Courage had shaped my early work. Then suddenly I was in this world—leftist or anarchist to the extent that surrealists were ever political. It was startling. I was so ashamed of my family I wouldn’t tell anybody. When The City and the Pillar came out later everybody thought I had been a tennis-playing hustler, who was anyone’s for fifty dollars.

No, I was bemused by it all. If you read things I wrote like Messiah, you will find them very right-wing. Very anti-communist, very anti-Russian—everything I had been taught. I wasn’t alienated. I was quite successful with good reviews, a lot of press. I was one of the young novelists that Life magazine photographed, I was in orbit. We didn’t question society.

That was several years later. I knew what to expect. I have a rather mean disposition. The only contemporary figure I identify with at all is John McEnroe. I was to the young novelists what he is to the tennis court. I didn’t like this taboo about homosexuality, and I thought: if you people go on like this I am going to lob one right at you. So I did. The blackout began. My next five books were not reviewed by the New York Times, by Time magazine or by Newsweek. With that kind of blackout you no longer exist. In England all my books were still reviewed, for which I am grateful, and this kept my reputation alive. I went broke about the age of 25, and I couldn’t survive, so I wrote three mystery stories under another name, which had wonderful reviews in the New York Times. Then I turned to television.