The nearest I will ever come to an English road
movie, Fatlands begins with a trip to the West Country, where Hannah is
to chaperone a rebellious young schoolgirl, the daughter of a
scientist. The day does not go well, and the story, about animal
rights, ends up in factory farms and abattoirs. I think this was the
moment when I started to question the violence and implicit misogyny
present in so many thrillers of the time, and to wonder how we women
could not only cope with it but might go about writing it.