People Are Locked Up In All Sorts

Something We Do Know Is That Review Coverage Does Go To Male Authors More Than Women Authors. That's A Fact. I Think It's One Of Those Examples Of Unconscious Bias: If You Hire A Lot Of Male Journalists, They're More Likely To Pick Up The Latest Ian Mcewan Novel Than The Latest A.s. Byatt Novel.

Stories Are A Different Kind Of True.

I Was Not Exploiting Any Real Individual's Story In Writing Room, Of Course I Was Aware That My Novel, By Commenting On Such Situations, Would Run The Risk Of Falling Into Those Traps Of Voyeurism, Sensationalism And Sentimentality.

I Always Wince A Little Bit When I Send Me To Each Of My New Books. I Wince At Submitting Myself To My Father's Judgment. But, Of Course, He's Such A Fond Father That He Always Writes Back, Saying It's The Greatest Thing Ever Written.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.