![]() When I try to imagine the life of someone genuinely famous, like Angelina Jolie or something, my mind just crumples under the weight. ![]() I just don't think the human brain was designed to ensure the experience of being talked about outside one's immediate circle of friends and acquaintances. I gather I have a lovely fan community on Tumblr, and friends occasionally try and lure me into looking at art or jokes they've found there, but I can't. ![]() I avoid anywhere I think my name might be mentioned. I realise that on one level I'm 'world-famous' because there exist people who have read my novel in various different parts of the world, and that is a lovely feeling - for example, I'm very excited to be getting interviewed for a Hungarian newsletter! But I cannot cope at all with 'fame' in its modern sense of people talking about me on the Internet. How do you manage to deal with being a world-famous author? ![]() Gideon the Ninth became a massive success. ![]()
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