Language leads a double life - and so does the novelist. You chat with family and friends, you attend to your correspondence, you consult menus and shopping lists, you observe road signs, and so on. Then you enter your study, where language exists in quite another form - as the stuff of patterned ar
“Music was my oxygen. It's what saved me from being a really lonely and scared teenager.”
“It's weird when people come up to me and know stuff about my life. That sort of creeps me out.”