Hanif Kureishi

Well, in the beginning it's very odd because... You're upside down on your head. You're bleeding from your forehead. And then I saw these objects out of the corner of my eye and I didn't know what they were. And then I began to realise that it was my hands, but I had no agency over them. I thought that they were, you know, sort of live creatures, curled live creatures.

Well, in the beginning it's very odd because... You're upside down on your head. You're bleeding from your forehead. And then I saw these objects out of the corner of my eye and I didn't know what they were. And then I began to realise that it was my hands, but I had no agency over them. I thought that they were, you know, sort of live creatures, curled live creatures.

Well, in the beginning it's very odd because... You're upside down on your head. You're bleeding from your forehead. And then I saw these objects out of the corner of my eye and I didn't know what they were. And then I began to realise that it was my hands, but I had no agency over them. I thought that they were, you know, sort of live creatures, curled live creatures.

And then I became convinced that I was going to die and that eventually I would sort of suffocate.

And then I became convinced that I was going to die and that eventually I would sort of suffocate.

And then I became convinced that I was going to die and that eventually I would sort of suffocate.

It was really because when I was in the ICU in Rome, I was just a body to the nurses, to the doctors. I was in the medical industrial complex and they were working on me and doing stuff to me and, you know, washing me and feeding me and then I had an operation and so on. But I wasn't really a person. I'd lost myself, really.

It was really because when I was in the ICU in Rome, I was just a body to the nurses, to the doctors. I was in the medical industrial complex and they were working on me and doing stuff to me and, you know, washing me and feeding me and then I had an operation and so on. But I wasn't really a person. I'd lost myself, really.

It was really because when I was in the ICU in Rome, I was just a body to the nurses, to the doctors. I was in the medical industrial complex and they were working on me and doing stuff to me and, you know, washing me and feeding me and then I had an operation and so on. But I wasn't really a person. I'd lost myself, really.

And the way that I could remind myself of who I was, a writer with a history, a person in the world, was to start writing again. So I started writing to my long-suffering partner, Isabella, who would sit at the end of the bed, tapping into her phone. And I started to issue statements or blogs about exactly what was happening to me.

And the way that I could remind myself of who I was, a writer with a history, a person in the world, was to start writing again. So I started writing to my long-suffering partner, Isabella, who would sit at the end of the bed, tapping into her phone. And I started to issue statements or blogs about exactly what was happening to me.

And the way that I could remind myself of who I was, a writer with a history, a person in the world, was to start writing again. So I started writing to my long-suffering partner, Isabella, who would sit at the end of the bed, tapping into her phone. And I started to issue statements or blogs about exactly what was happening to me.

And then Carlo, my son, he put the blogs on Substack, where I had an account. And then he started putting them on Twitter and so on. And they started to go around. And people started paying attention and the figures went up and up and up. So I did one one day, then I did one the next day and one the next day. At that point, even though I was really ill,

And then Carlo, my son, he put the blogs on Substack, where I had an account. And then he started putting them on Twitter and so on. And they started to go around. And people started paying attention and the figures went up and up and up. So I did one one day, then I did one the next day and one the next day. At that point, even though I was really ill,

And then Carlo, my son, he put the blogs on Substack, where I had an account. And then he started putting them on Twitter and so on. And they started to go around. And people started paying attention and the figures went up and up and up. So I did one one day, then I did one the next day and one the next day. At that point, even though I was really ill,

and really bombed out of my head on painkillers and so on. I was writing a blog every single day about my condition and it was very exciting that people were interested in what I had to say and what had happened to me. And then people started to write pieces about me in the New York Times and in Australia and India and so on.

and really bombed out of my head on painkillers and so on. I was writing a blog every single day about my condition and it was very exciting that people were interested in what I had to say and what had happened to me. And then people started to write pieces about me in the New York Times and in Australia and India and so on.

and really bombed out of my head on painkillers and so on. I was writing a blog every single day about my condition and it was very exciting that people were interested in what I had to say and what had happened to me. And then people started to write pieces about me in the New York Times and in Australia and India and so on.

So it was a very strange period because, you know, I was completely done for alone, lying in hospital full of drugs and tubes. And my material was going very quickly around the world and increasing numbers of people were interested in what I was saying. And that really cheered me up. You know, I had something to do.

So it was a very strange period because, you know, I was completely done for alone, lying in hospital full of drugs and tubes. And my material was going very quickly around the world and increasing numbers of people were interested in what I was saying. And that really cheered me up. You know, I had something to do.