My biography will prove incredibly inspiring to anyone who
wasnâ€™t born in Beijing or Kathmandu, wasnâ€™t sent to school
in Switzerland or Peru, didnâ€™t marry a diplomat at 19, and
doesnâ€™t speak 9 languages.
I was born in Boston, in 1956, second of four sisters, grew
up in the Boston suburbs, went to ordinary suburban schools
for most of my youth, and was rejected from Princeton in
1974 so went to Harvard instead.
I didnâ€™t like Harvard much, but Princeton would have been
worse, though I didnâ€™t know that then.
After three years of thinking â€˜Iâ€™ve got to get out of
hereâ€™, I applied to art school in London, was accepted for
a year studying sculpture, packed a bag and got on a plane.
I stayed in a bed and breakfast in Knightsbridge until I
found a room in a flat in Camden Town, with an architect
who later became my boyfriend. Art school was a disaster (I
was obviously a writer not a sculptor, but I didnâ€™t know
that then, either) but the rest of the year was a
revelation. There was an unbelievable amount of fun to be
had in London in 1977-78. Iâ€™m still reeling.
Eventually I returned to the US to finish my degree, moved
to New York City, spent ten short years working in
publishing and advertising, and then one day quit my job,
told all my friends I was going back to London for three
months, and have been here ever since.
My husband is an English painter and my daughter is a
mongrel with her heart in the American suburbs and the
accent of a North London fishmonger. After a fifteen-year
stint in advertising (which I recommend to no one) my
youngest sister died of breast cancer. And I thought if I
was going to write a book, Iâ€™d better do it soon because
life is short.
So I did.
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Books:Jonathan Unleashed, June 2017
Jonathan Unleashed, July 2016
There Is No Dog, February 2012
What I Was: A Novel, January 2009
Just in Case, February 2008
How I Live Now, August 2004