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Tired of living in dim Victorian homes, murder-mystery novelist Christopher Fowler moved to a modern penthouse in King's Cross with a panoramic view of London and so much light he wears sunglasses to make breakfast, says Katrina Burroughs
CHRISTOPHER Fowler's fictional London is a dark world, a grim and grimy metropolis, the layers of history peeling from its flanks like paint from blown render. His latest murder mystery series features two elderly detectives, Bryant and May, who have scarcely mastered the mobile phone: their successes often owe more to the study of sepia photos and psychogeography than DNA analysis. So it is startling to discover that the novelist's real-life habitat, in King's Cross, is a luminously white open-plan penthouse, kitted out with wi-fi and a hi-tech sound system.See the full content of this document
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When Crime Pays
Fowler, 53, is a Londoner to the bone, descended from generations of Thames lightermen, who ferried goods from cargo ship to quay. Brought up in Greenwich, he has lived in every quarter of the capital, from Kentish Town to Knightsbridge, never straying too far from the water, before s...
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