WR Interview: Samantha Hunt, author of The Invention of Everything Else
Monday, November 26th, 2007 Deemed by biographer Robert Lomas as “the man who invented the 20th century,” Nikola Tesla was one of the world’s most revolutionary and famed electrical engineers. He is a captivating if not puzzling figure, whose interests ranged from electromagnetism to Vedic philosophy to pigeons. Samantha Hunt’s The Invention of Everything Else brilliantly resurrects Tesla’s stay at the Hotel New Yorker, where he lived out his last days. On New Year’s Day 1943, Louisa, a young chambermaid, first encounters a luminous Tesla during a blackout at the hotel. She strikes up a friendship with the extraordinary inventor through their shared love of pigeons and begins to uncover his past. All the while, her romance with Arthur—a mechanic possibly from the future—buds, and her father’s impending departure in a time machine approaches. With The Invention of Everything Else Hunt celebrates the spirit of invention, and of life itself.
-Lisa Kunik
Lisa Kunik: The opening pages of The Invention of Everything Else transport the reader to an early twentieth century New York painted through a magical realist lens in which Nikola Tesla converses with pigeons. Likewise, your first novel The Seas embodies a magical spirit, that of the sea and mermaids. Has the realm of the magical always inspired your writing?
Samantha Hunt: I never think of it as magic or magical realism but I have always had an interest in mystery and those writers who, rather than solve mysteries, point out even larger ones — people like Haruki Murakami and Kelly Link. The world’s a mysterious place. Science and nature are stranger than any sort of magic or trickery. I’m very interested in the experiments being done by the British biologist Rupert Sheldrake. He studies things like why we know when someone is staring at us, or why, when we think of a long lost friend, very often he or she calls. He would like to demonstrate that these phenomena — that we all agree happen — are controlled not by coincidence or magic but by cells, biology. (He also happens to be doing experiments with pigeons and how they know the way home.) I like to think that’s the way I write as well.





