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Christopher Fowler
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Let's start at base camp When it comes to the arts, there's a scale of achievement many of us feel we have to tackle. The base camp for books is not Mr Dan Brown, as many might think, but the novels of Joan Collins. Joan was taken to court by Random House (my publisher in the US) because she delivered a book that was not publishable. (The story was turned into an episode of Sky's ' Urban Myths')…
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Christopher Fowler
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'What does he deserve for lighting the future on fire?' asks a character in Game Of Thrones. The line bothered me. It's not poke-you-in-the-eye bad grammar, just an awkward juxtaposition of words. It feels wrong. If I was pushed to define it, lighting something is the act of illuminating, setting is more aggressive while, say, 'bored of' instead of 'bored with' is just a change of composition that…
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Christopher Fowler
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There are certain literary traits I don't much care for; over-earnestness, sentiment, nostalgia and manufactured 'edge' being among the worst - TV crime dramas seem to believe that everything should be grim and shouty - Tony Hancock once said 'You can get away with anything if you keep a straight face' - but I've never minded the British (and American) fondness for the properly whimsical. This…
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Christopher Fowler
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Reading & Writing
I'm a pretty well-read guy. An author, after all, has to be familiar with the tools of the trade. I don't sell the kind of figures that get me invited to the Hay Literary Festival, and I don't think I'm dim - Jeez, even Jerry Hall got invited, and don't tell me she's a rocket scientist - but parts of my classical education are deficient. Nowhere more so, than on the subject of 'Tristram Shandy'…
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Christopher Fowler
Actually, she went twice. Charlotte Bronte went to Barbados. Laurence Sterne spent a couple of weeks in Majorca. And I spent a wet weekend with Alan Hollinghurst in Brighton, but he ended up in the dustbin. They're all authors I've dragged away with me on holiday (purely in book form, you understand) who have come back virgins, their pages unruffled, their innocence intact. Every year there are…
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