Michel Faber
Michel Faber
Michel Faberis a Dutch-born writer of English-language fiction, including his 2002 novel The Crimson Petal and the White...
NationalityDutch
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 April 1960
faith people
I get increasingly respectful of people who have faith and increasingly creeped out by them.
attempting novels ran since
I had been attempting novels since I was 14 but always ran out of steam. High hopes, poor craftsmanship.
tend
I tend to process emotional stuff very, very slowly.
behave dismiss
If someone's a cartoon villain, you can dismiss them, but if they behave despicably but you kind of like them, they really get under your skin.
pages
In 1978, when I was 17 and in my first year at university, I read approximately 3,500 pages of Dickens.
exploring huge separates work
In all of my work, I think I'm exploring the idea that we are aliens to each other, how there is a huge distance that separates us all.
average hours music
On an average day, I spend 12 hours listening to music. Very little writing.
author forced maybe obsessive success
One of the things my success as an author has forced me to face is how dysfunctional... Maybe that's a strong word, but how obsessive I am.
fetch pathos poignancy work
Pathos and poignancy are, to me, tactics and techniques; in my work as a writer, I fetch them from my toolbox and use them as required.
books good
Really good books need a chaos element: something weird or inexplicable.
almost fated likely novels oblivion suffer total work written
Total oblivion is the fate of almost everything in this world. I'm very likely to suffer that same fate; my work will probably not be remembered, and if any of it is, if any of those novels is fated to be one of those novels that is still being read 50 or 100 years after it was written, I've probably already written it.
can-do participating
Participating in Society in not a thing one can do naturally; one has to rehearse for it.
mad reassurance deep-inside
Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.
way dresses strange
History indulges strange whims in the way it dresses its women.