Journalism

Five Best: Jane Harris, Wall Street Journal, 24th March 2012

Jane writes about her five favourite psychological mysteries, including Nabokov's Pale Fire and The Debt to Pleasure by John Lanchester. More ... 

Author Jane Harris photographed at home in London. Photograph: Sophia Evans for the ObserverPhotograph: Sophia Evans for the Observer.

Once Upon A Life, The Observer, 8th May 2011

She'd always wanted to be an actor, but crippling stage fright, a "startling lack of charisma" and the horrors of the alternative comedy circuit in the early 80s finally proved too much for writer Jane Harris. More ...


Sunday Herald, 26th March 2006


I have never been a servant. My closest brush with domestic service was when I was in my late twenties and spent a winter in the French Alps as a 'maid-of-all-work'. The first hotel to hire me was a grim gulag run by Jill and Ted, a slightly sinister English couple who - rumour had it - were somehow connected to the SAS. Jill and Ted were said to engage in lurid sexual practices. More ...


Mslexia, Issue 31, Oct/Nov/Dec 2006


How long does it take to write a novel? One year? Two years? Twelve? Are you kidding? Well - no, not really. In April this year, my first novel The Observations was published. I actually began writing this book in 1993. Had I known then that it would take 13 years before I'd see it in print, I might well have given up before I'd even begun. But, along the way, I've learned a few personal rules about writing. And my first rule is: never give up. More ...


The Times Higher Education Supplement, 18th December 1992

DON'S DIARY

WEDNESDAY. Visit Johnny in C wing. C is for sex-offenders, segregated from other prisoners for their own safety. Johnny is 70, an educated, intelligent man. "I'm a paedophile," he an nounced grandly on our first meeting. His life story, written with undeniable wit and perception, explores his preference for B.O.Y.S. (Bloom Of Youth Syndrome). Even though I'm a woman, he tolerates my editing attempts. A cheery screw unlocks the cell, calls out: "Johnny Rotten?" Johnny performs a pantomime leap from his bed. "l deny everything," he cries. "I demand to see my solicitor." More ...

 

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