She worries deeply about the failures of capitalism and systemic economic inequalities. One of the few political indulgences James allows to slip in her tweets is her staunch anti-Brexit stance. “There are certain debates that I’m just not going to get into because of the s-storm.” “I get so much crap, like any successful woman does,” says James. She learned the hard way to keep her political opinions to herself that people think she should stick to writing about spanking paddles and vibrators. When James became one of the most bestselling authors in the world she discovered that her corner of the internet had shrunk.

Fitness is just another thing she needs to sort out, one of many items “on the list.”įame, as they say, costs. She worries she is unfit, a common curse among desk-bound writers. Although there is a brief acknowledgment that more drama may have unfolded during her eight-hour airport delay, James appreciated that at least she had time to get a massage. She’s someone you would actually want to sit beside at a literary event. But James is a gracious pro with a sly, dry sense of humour, dropping well-placed curses into her answers. James’s desire to keep her private life shuttered, and the fact that her original flight had been cancelled the night before makes her an intimidating interview. I didn’t know I could do that,” says James, two days after BookCon during her first official visit to Toronto as an author. And I’m now getting the same response with my books. “There is nothing more wonderful than escaping into a book that doesn’t let you go. She recently rewatched the first Harry Potter movie, which prompted her to buy the rest of the films, and now wants to read J.K. It goes back to her childhood (birth name, Erika Mitchell) in southeast England, loving the Osmond family on television. This year, a few of James’s dedicated fans flew in from the Dominican Republic just to meet her while she promoted The Mister, her first stand-alone novel without randy provocateur Christian Grey.ĭespite her celebrity status, James, now 56, still feels the seductive pull of fandom. It’s an astonishing scene as lines of eager readers snake around the enormous Javits Convention Center nervously clutching their books in anticipation of those precious moments in front of their favourite writers. In early June, James appeared for the first time at BookCon in New York City, a one-day event where authors are as revered as rock stars. It’s a cheeky reminder that James’s fanfic adaptation of Stephenie Meyer’s teen-vamp Twilight series became the cultural phenomenon we now either love or hate as the whip-smarting blockbuster Fifty Shades of Grey. The hashtag stands out on her slim Twitter bio, an understatement by any social media measure. E L James may be the world’s most famous #fangirl.

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