Sometimes I Get So Immersed In My

Our Family Arrived In England In 1960. At That Time I Thought The War Was Ancient History. But If I Think Of 15 Years Ago From Now, Thats 1990, And That Seems Like Yesterday To Me.

What Interests Me Is The Surprising Enormous Extent To Which Most People Accept The Fate That's Been Given To Them, And Find Some Dignity.

I Don't Think It's Any Fun, Even If You Are One Of The Most Respected Authors In The World Like Margaret Atwood, To Keep Being Nominated And Not Win.

The Fantasy Never Got Beyond That—i Didn’t Let It—and Though The Tears Rolled Down My Face, I Wasn’t Sobbing Or Out Of Control. I Just Waited A Bit, Then Turned Back To The Car, To Drive Off To Wherever It Was I Was Supposed To Be.

I Couldn't Speak Japanese Very Well, Passport Regulations Were Changing, I Felt British And My Future Was In Britain. And It Would Also Make Me Eligible For Literary Awards. But I Still Think I'm Regarded As One Of Their Own In Japan.