Andrew O’Hagan
Andrew O’Hagan was born in Glasgow in 1968. In 2003 he was selected as one of Granta’s Best of Young British Novelists. His books include Personality, winner of the James Tait Black Memorial Prize in 2004, Be Near Me, The Atlantic Ocean: Essays and most recently The Illuminations. He is an editor at Esquire and the London Review of Books.
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Interview: Andrew O’Hagan
Andrew O’Hagan
Andrew O’Hagan was selected as one of Granta’s Best of Young British Novelists in 2003...
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Fiction | The Online Edition
Best of Young Novelists
Andrew O’Hagan
This week on the Granta blog, to coincide with the release of Granta‘s first ever...
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In Conversation | The Online Edition
Interview: Andrew O’Hagan (2010)
Andrew O’Hagan
Andrew O’Hagan was on the Best of Young British Novelists list in 2003 with ‘Gas,...
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Two Years in the Dark
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‘There's no right or wrong about this, there's only style.’
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Gas, Boys, Gas
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‘The men were quiet. They said nothing for a minute and the sea at my back was calm and almost imaginary, but you could hear the waves coming to wash the chalk cliffs from under us.’
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You, the Viewers at Home
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‘Every time I drink a glass of claret it goes straight to my face.’
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Cecilia
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‘Now that everyone lives as if in a movie, we begin to forget that once it was only special people who did.’
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How it Ends
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‘Seagulls murmur overhead, and nip at the banks. You can hear almost nothing.’