Louis de Bernieres
Louis de Bernieres
Louis de Bernièresis a British novelist most famous for his fourth novel, Captain Corelli's Mandolin. In 1993 de Bernières was selected as one of the "20 Best of Young British Novelists", part of a promotion in Granta magazine. Captain Corelli's Mandolin was published in the following year, winning the Commonwealth Writers Prize for Best Book. It was also shortlisted for the 1994 Sunday Express Book of the Year. It has been translated into over 11 languages and is an international...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 December 1954
God is an oppressor, He is incapable of human sympathy; behind a smiling face He hides an evil heart.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
Compared to a novel, a film is like an economy pizza where there are no olives, no ham, no anchovies, no mushrooms, and all you’ve got is the dough.
Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.
We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.
Fascism is fundamentally and at bottom an aesthetic conception, and . . . it is your function as creators of beautiful things to portray with the greatest efficacy the sublime beauty and inevitable reality of the Fascist ideal.
History is the propaganda of the victors.
He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
What keeps me going is my children.
The De Bernieres were very military. I broke the military tradition but I was terribly proud of my father being a soldier.
So the news that divorced fathers are to be denied a legal right to a relationship with their children, in the long overdue review of family law published this week, fills me with horror and despair.
Like many men, I am not ashamed to admit that my principal joys are domestic. I love cooking, and I love looking after my children. Indeed, the times that I have with them are the only ones when I feel unconditionally happy.
Setting up a community and seeing what happens to it when the megalomaniacs get busy: that's my main preoccupation.