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Membro: CaroleMorin

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Sobre mimCarole Morin was born in Glasgow in one of Grandfather Money’s smoke blackened buildings with a view of the gasworks and cinema.

She escaped the gloom and glamour with a diplomatic scholarship to the United States, where Ronald Reagan asked her if she was having fun. She thought he said, 'Are you chewing gum?' and gave him a piece of Pink & Bubbly.

While living in Stanley Kubrick’s caravan, she started writing short stories - published in Faber’s First Fictions and other anthologies. After winning two short story competitions, judged by Angela Carter and John Fowles (who described Thin White Girls as ‘an intriguing blend of sophistication and innocence’), she was commissioned to write a novel, Lampshades (‘Lolita with a brain’ Sunday Times) about a teenage girl in love with Hitler.

The book had rave reviews (‘Witty, sick, subversive and it made me laugh. Who could ask for more?’ Al Alvarez) and provoked death threats from the Fat Women of London.

She met her husband in an elevator while suffering from a tubercular toe. They married after meeting three times and while working as a diplomat he doubled up as the character Dangerous.

She wrote her novel Dead Glamorous (‘A thrilling cocktail of sex, booze and film stars…the fast pace and punchy writing are addictive’ Guardian) while living in the Judy Garland suite at the Ritz. It was a Quality Paperback Book of the Month Club choice, even though the US edition (published by Peter Mayer) is a hardback.

Her third novel, Penniless in Park Lane, is on the London map somewhere between Dickens and Thackeray. It is the last novel to be published by John Calder – publisher of 50 Nobel Prizewinners including Samuel Beckett and Claude Simon.

She was writer-in-residence at Wormwoods Scrubs with a class of murderers and Literary Fellow at the University of East Anglia where she wrote her own course Autobiography as Fiction, while working with the aptly named Lorna Sage. She lives in London and Beijing, where she turned down an offer to star in ‘a sexy movie about a white Chinese lady, a giant and a wooden bed'.


Praise for Carole Morin:

‘Carole Morin is deliciously dangerous for your peace of mind.’ Harry Evans

‘There’s a whiff of mischief about her writing like brimstone.’ Maureen Cleave, Daily Telegraph

‘An intriguing blend of sophistication and innocence.’ John Fowles

‘Wickedly entertaining, smart and stunningly original.’ Literary Review

‘A cocktail of sex, booze and film stars…the fast pace and punchy writing are addictive.’ Guardian

‘Lolita with a brain.’ Sunday Times

‘Sylvia Plath with a sense of humour.’ The Herald

‘Witty, sick, subversive and it made me laugh. Who could ask for more?’ Al Alvarez

‘Decadent and disturbing.’ New York Times

‘About five minutes after finishing this book I sat down and read it again.’ Mail on Sunday

‘A dark bloodstained book fashioned from the motherlode of a bizarre upbringing.’ The Times

‘In Dead Glamorous heroin overleaps the Ewan McGregor cool debacle and becomes something Morin can dismiss as an excellent slimming aid.’ New York Post

‘Dead Glamorous is like vintage champagne, fizzing with potential, immediately refreshing and wonderfully potent.’ Scotsman

‘Original to the point of uniqueness.’ Alexander Linklater

‘A work of rare imaginative power.’ GQ

Sobre a minha bibliotecaIt was always dark when I walked to the library, keeping my eyes peeled for paedophiles.

Children’s books are stuck with gum and nose candy. Crawling under the shelf to the Adult Section, I sneaked a copy of Wuthering Heights under my white fur coat.

Immediately addicted, I read it under my Indian blanket shining my wee pink torch close to each page as my brother wheezed in the bunk above. Every night I watched my window, hoping Heathcliff would come and steal me.

At first glance, Emily Bronte’s moor seemed different from the urban landscape of my childhood. But darkness, sudden death and ruthless glamour make it more than an attraction of opposites.

Heathcliff uses fortune to destroy his enemies. The strain of being the only rich family in the street, when Mother got her mitts into Grandfather’s money, meant I was too good to be seen in the library again. Wuthering Heights remained hidden under my bed, a dusty secret.

Each time I read it, the story seems different. But the book stays the same, it’s me that changes. Reading remains for me a pleasure of the night.

LocalizaçãoLondon and Beijing

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Membro desdeJul 14, 2009