Even though his velvet trousers and shaggy hair days have given way to a perfectly groomed middle-aged respectability, there’s still a bristle about Hanif Kureishi — in the sneer, the swagger, the stare. By his own admission he’s a “bloody-minded fellow,” and would prefer to be clubbed on the “Genet” end of the artist’s scale… Continue reading Exclusive: In conversation with Hanif Kureishi
