Do you think that writing about conflict has given you a way of making sense of growing up with the debris of war?
I come from a family that, like many families, was split up by the Second World War. One of the consequences of war, which we don’t think about, is the destruction of personal lives. I’m coming up to 68 and I’m not sure I make any more sense of conflict by writing about it. But certainly what I’m trying to do is to see if, through fiction, I can shine a light on why it continues to happen.
