The real demon in my life is my father.

My life as an author has always been about brilliant, odd people.

I'm very bad at violence in real life. I can't stand it. And I'm so fed up with crime novels that have too much violence. I can't really do it. It's unnecessary.

As a father, I do everything my dad didn't do. My son Beau's birth changed my life.

My father was highbrow: writing long biographies of Dante and stuff like that. Ghostwriting sportsman memoirs? That was sort of the lowest of the low.

My father was a military attache, so I've been traveling all my life.