Why I write: Some years ago, although enjoying great success, I was accused by certain literary critics of repeating myself too much in my work. Allowing such a thing as jealousy being at work here, I worried about the issue until a magazine interview with a great British playwright, Dennis Potter, gave me a new perspective on the issue. To my great joy, he said: “All creative work is a kind of collage in which our obsessions, subliminal or otherwise, are repeatedly reworked. Think Picasso and Gauguin. We are all our own cut-ups.” Sticking to my own field of endeavour, Jane Austen, who I adore, Charles Dickens, incomparable, and Raymond Chandler, a complete one-off: all three repeat themselves totally brilliantly. As for Jack Higgins? Only time will tell.