Harriet Lane’s debut Alys, Always was a You Book Club choice, longlisted for the Authors’ Club Best First Novel Award and shortlisted for the Writers’ Guild Best Fiction Book award. Her second novel Her is out now, published by W&N. Little, Brown will publish Her in the US in 2015.
Harriet will be discussing this subject with Helen Walsh, Zoe Pilger and chair Rachel Johnson, at the Cheltenham Festival on 3 October. More information here
On Monday 8 September, Harriet will be discussing Her with the Elle Book Club. More information here
Donna Freed of Radio Gorgeous interviewed Harriet. You can find the Author of the Week podcast here
‘Most of my classmates hated Observations (so boring!) but I loved them. I loved the discipline: the accumulation of detail and the curious heady pleasure of finding exactly the right word, the only word that would fit, like a key in a lock.’ More on Bookanista
Harriet spoke to Carrie Plitt, co-host of NTS Radio’s Literary Friction show. You can find the interview here
‘Children ask, occasionally, but I don’t think an adult ever has. What do you see with that eye – the bad one? I say: well, you know when you go into a very dark room and shut the door and close your eyes? That. That’s what I see.‘
More in the Guardian Review
Harriet will be talking about Her at West End Lane Books in West Hampstead at 7:30pm on 25th June; and at Waterstones Hampstead at 7pm on 8th July. Please contact the bookshops for more information.
‘And then when the drugs, incredibly, worked (they don’t always), when the text started re-appearing on the page, I felt a strong desire to get writing, partly because I knew I didn’t have endless time, and partly because I wanted to lose myself in another story. I needed to get out of my head, with its rather grim and sad preoccupations, and try out someone else’s for a change.’
More on the W&N blog here
‘It feels both economical and satisfying to put places so familiar I had almost stopped noticing them into my fiction: the stepped terraces of Highgate New Town, the arctic cliff of the Whittingon’s facade after dark, Pond Square’s dappled shade on a hot summer afternoon.’ See more at kentishtowner