Bernardine Evaristo: "(With hindsight, re-reading this article eight years later, I ask myself, did we really laugh for six weeks? I also remember the stress of always being in a massive group of about 140 people all told, being shepherded hither and thither, without any of my good mates to accompany me - someone who knows me so well that we don’t notice our silences. I also remember feeling very insecure at times, and pissed off that I had to speak all the time, be social. That’s what you have to do in large groups - talk to people. There wasn’t a single day when I could retreat and re-charge my batteries. I need some silence in my life. I’m a writer, for God’s sake, my inner life is often more vivid than my outer one.) "One writer made it his mission to have a different woman in every city. Sadly, he only made it to 15 (poor boy). In many hotels prostitutes were persistently offered at rock-bottom prices to the male writers, leading some of the women to complain about discrimination. How times have changed."
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