![]() ![]() ![]() I wrote it anyway – because some books demand to be written, regardless of literary trends or likelihood of publication ![]() I had been told my approach to writing was all wrong. A story very different to those I had published before an old-fashioned tale of tolerance, love and the magic of everyday things, as unlike the bestsellers of the time as any book could hope to be. ![]() I liked it, I was good at it, and my writing was a hobby that I took very seriously, but knew to be unlikely ever to earn me a living.Īnd then, along came Chocolat. At the time I was a French teacher in a boys’ grammar school in Yorkshire mother to a four-year-old child author of two Gothic novels, neither of which had attracted more than a cult readership. It is over 20 years since I wrote Chocolat. One of the most persistent of these is the chocolatière Vianne Rocher, who first appeared in Chocolat, and whose life and relationships have echoed my own in a number of ways. My fictional characters come in two kinds: the ones that leave quietly at the end of a book, their story told, never to return, and the ones that call by unexpectedly, often at inconvenient times, demanding my attention, wreaking havoc along the way. ![]()
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