Helen Fielding
Helen Fielding
Helen Fielding is an English novelist and screenwriter, best known as the creator of the fictional character Bridget Jones, and a sequence of novels and films beginning with the life of a thirtysomething singleton in London trying to make sense of life and love...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth19 February 1958
new-year hangover thinking
Dieting on New Year's Day isn't a good idea as you can't eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.
thinking cheese different
9p.m. My flat. Feel very strange and empty. Is all very well thinking everything is going to be different when you come back but then it is all the same. Suppose I have to make it different. But what am I going to do with my life? I know. Will eat some cheese.
thinking-about-you thinking like-you
No one is thinking about you. They're thinking about themselves, just like you.
thinking people want
Nobody wants to be racist and I think that most people aren't.
writing thinking confusion
I think that when you're writing fiction what you're doing is reflecting life as you see it, and putting down how you think and how other people think, and the sort of confusions that you don't normally like to admit to.
real thinking ideas
There are so many images pushed at women and so many ideas of what you're supposed to be. I think there's too much of this superwoman, this woman with a bottom like two billiard balls. There's no real celebration of just being a person.
taken writing thinking
I certainly think I'll end up writing about America in some form. I've taken plenty of notes. I like America very much.
thinking people age
I made my excuses and left, thinking, really, after a certain age, people are just going to do what they're going to do and you're either going to accept them as they are or you're not.
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I've only done some work on (the screenplay), and I find it very difficult, actually. Because you can really get away with murder in a book. You write 'round so many things, you can describe people, you can explain things. A screenplay is actually very short. It is only, like, 110 pages long and it's very spread out and every line has to do so many jobs, so I found it really hard.
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I wasn't involved in the casting at that state, but I think it was a good idea. I think she's one of those actresses where you can dress her up or dress her down. She can be very beautiful or very ordinary- looking and I think that's really important with Bridget. And I've heard she's very funny, but I've never met her.
books rejected time
I've had a lot of books rejected in my time. My first novel, which didn't get published, was, with hindsight, crashingly dull.
character course expose thinks
I said 'no,' because I didn't want to expose myself in that way. But I said, 'But I will do this character if you want.' And they said 'Great!' And of course now everyone thinks it is me anyway.
alone car caught decided dying ends exploring flat found girls good haunted horrible identity image independence later life lots married matter needed normal paralyzed perfectly single somewhere subject three tragic weeks woman
I think it is a kind of subject matter that needed exploring ... the identity of the single woman had not caught up with what was happening. Which was that a lot of perfectly attractive, intelligent, nice, normal girls in their 30s had decided not to get married for very good reasons. And they were paralyzed somewhere between the Cosmo girls, you know with the good life and their own flat and car and independence and lots of fun, and haunted by this horrible image of ... the tragic spinster who ends up dying alone and being found three weeks later half-eaten by a dog.
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I think something had gone a bit wrong with the translation, because one of the reviewers said to me 'Bridget Jones's Diary' was a 'transcendental study of existential despair.' So, naturally, I was delighted that someone had at last recognized how profound I was,