By ANTHONY HOROWITZ [Telegraph] – Jeffrey seems to have an impulse to prove everything he says. He tells me that for six weeks he’s been the bestselling author in India. His assistant immediately pops down a second time with a printout of the Indian chart. And yes, there he is, well ahead of Mirza Waheed and Manju Kapur.
Here’s photographic evidence of him addressing the crowd of 3,000.
The Washington Post described him as, “a storyteller in the class of Dumas”. You don’t believe me? Well, here it is in black and white.
You have to understand that I’m perched on this sofa, which is expensive and massively upholstered and puffed out with cushions and it’s a bit like my interview with Jeffrey, in that I’m both uncomfortable and afraid I’m about to fall off the edge.
Is he a nice man?
I’m enjoying the slightly unreal experience of meeting him but all the time I worry that one wrong word, one inept question and he’ll throw me out of the window, not the door. I make a mild remark about his working eight hours a day (in four two-hour sessions), using the same Staedler pencils and notebooks.
He’s already admitted that writing was his second choice of career after politics and it occurs to me that he views it in some ways as a business. “What a vulgar suggestion!” he exclaims and there is a sort of a smile on his lips that balances the anger in his eyes, but actually it’s a close-run thing.
And I haven’t even talked about his book!
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