Fame Is Weird And Amorphous And Unpredictable.

What Le Carré Is So Good At Is Unpicking Something Very Specific About Englishness. That Is Almost Part Of Why I Think He Wrote The Novel. You Can Feel Le Carré's Anger That Someone Who Has Had The Benefits Of An English Education And An English Upbringing Is Using That Privilege To Basically Do The Worst Things Imaginable. There Is An Anger In The Book About That.

Truth In Drama Is Elusive. You Never Quite Find It, But The Search For It Is Compulsive.

I Don't Want To Name Names Because I Don't Want To Draw Too Many Direct Comparisons But The History Of Fascism Is Populated By People Who Need To Subjugate Other People And Elevate Their Status And Power To A Level Which Is Supreme. Usually, Any Psychological Study Of Those People Will Reveal A Sort Of Lost, Damaged Child, Who Is Somehow Heartbroken And Doesn't Have Any Self-worth.

Very Honest, I Hope. God, I Don't Know. I Hope I'm Fun, I Hope I Am A Good Time. Spontaneous, Surprising, Affectionate? I Hope, Kind. Dancing A Lot Of Dancing. I Insist Upon Dancing. Anywhere. Anytime. The More Dancing, The Better

I Find That, When I'm Working, If I Start The Day With A Run - Outside, Not In A Gym, But Just Me Out There In The Elements, With Only My Own Legs To Propel Me Forward... It's Something To Do With Just Being In The World And Getting Out Of My Own Head.