Now Kate Atkinson, takes on WWII espionage.

The whole place smells like orchids and olives and old-world money; even the waiters wear white dinner jackets.

In her latest novel, passing unnoticed isnt just a virtue, its a necessity.

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Credit: Euan Myles

Who was the enemy?

What do they look like, and what are they doing?

Are they all spies?

Kate Atkinson, Transcription CR: Little, Brown and Company

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And by the time I finished, it had become a relative thing.

But dont qualify what Atkinson writes as womens fiction, like.

What does that even mean?

In itself, that phrase is completely denigratory.

I would love to revisit them, but I cant work out how, she admits.

Id write them every day if I could.

Does Atkinson really have the time or the inclination for all that at this point in her career?

And I have so many ideas.

I could sell ideas.

If that diminishes, well, Ill stop.

But this is the path Im on.

This is what I do.