We Are The Slaves Of Slaves

Madly, Futilely, I Wrote Novel After Novel, Eight In All, That Failed To Find A Publisher. I Persisted Because For Me The Novel Was The Supreme Literary Form: Not Just One Among Many, Not A Relic Of The Past, But The Way We Communicate To One Another The Subtlest Truths About This Business Of Living.

Here I Am Going To Say Something Which May Come As A Bit Of A Shock. God Doesn't Necessarily Want Us To Be Happy. He Wants Us To Be Lovable. Worthy Of Love. Able To Be Loved By Him. We Don't Start Off Being All That Lovable, If We're Honest. What Makes People Hard To Love? Isn't It What Is Commonly Called Selfishness? Selfish People Are Hard To Love Because So Little Love Comes Out Of Them.

We Read To Know We're Not Alone.

When I Began To Write Seriously, 40 Years Ago Now, My Chosen Form Was The Novel.

My Study Is A Converted Garage Which Is Largely Lined With Bookshelves And Cardboard Boxes Filled With Manuscripts Of My Film Scripts, Plays And Books.