Chapters (35)
- Praise
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- 1 - Friday 29 Feb 2008
- 2 - 1/3/08
- 3 - Sunday 2 March 2008
- 4 - 3/3/08
- 5 - Monday 3 March 2008
- 6 - 3/3/08
- 7 - Monday 3 March 2008
- 8 - 4/3/08
- 9 - Tuesday 4 March 2008
- 10 - 4/3/08
- 11 - Tuesday 4 March 2008
- 12 - 5/3/08
- 13 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 14 - 5/3/08
- 15 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 16 - 5/3/08
- 17 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 18 - 5/3/08
- 19 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 20 - 5/3/08
- 21 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 22 - 5/3/08
- 23 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 24 - 5/3/08
- 25 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 26 - 5/3/08
- 27 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
- 28 - 12/3/08
- 29 - Tuesday 1 April 2008
- Acknowledgements
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I have one last question that I’m bursting to put to all of these rising stars, partly inspired by Martha’s closing words, so I round them up for a group session. I ask them what they’d do if they had to choose between professional fame, success, plaudits, fans, applause—all their wildest career dreams come true—but an unfulfilled and unhappy personal life, or a personal life full of love and happiness and all things good, but total lack of recognition professionally—a career down the tubes. ‘That’s an infantile question,’ says Pippa. Aidan is shaking his head. ‘You haven’t asked it right,’ he says. ‘It’s not about fame or success.’ ‘Speak for yourself!’ Doohan quips. I ask Aidan if he’d care to rephrase my question. ‘What matters to me is being able to do my work, not how well it does commercially,’ he says. ‘Yes, it’s great if other people appreciate what I do, but all that really matters to me is being able to paint.’ I ask if it matters more than personal happiness. ‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘If I had to choose, I’d choose my work over anything else. Creative satisfaction, feeling like I’m achieving something substantial with my art—that’s the most important thing, whether the world notices me doing it or not.’ On the other side of the coin, though, we have Kerry, who is laughing uproariously at Aidan’s response. ‘What, so you’d turn down a rolling programme of bliss from dawn till dusk, even if no one took the blindest bit of notice of your paintings? Not me, mate. I’d choose a happy life over my work any day. No offence to your arts supplement, and obviously I’m pleased to be in it, but I’m only a comedian, for f***’s sake. It’s not like my work’s that important—I’m not some brilliant doctor finding a cure for cancer.’ Doohan refuses to choose. ‘I want it all, me,’ he says. ‘I can have it, too, according to the terms of the dilemma you’ve set out for us. If I’m ecstatically happy, that has to mean I’m happy about all aspects of my life, which would have to include my work. Therefore it must be going well. Right?’ He’s a cheeky boy, that Doohan!
Martha is the only one who seems unsure. ‘Work,’ she says eventually. ‘That’s my official answer.’ She won’t say any more. Obviously, I’m intrigued. I’ll certainly be having a read of her novel, as well as immersing myself in the powerful and varied talents of her four fellow fame-seekers, all of whom are sure to become household names in the very near future. Remember, you heard it here first . . .
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