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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Who was the enemy?
What do they look like, and what are they doing?
Are they all spies?

Little, Brown and Company
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.