The 'Sex and the City' author on ageing, the dating game, and why marriage is a job - 'and that job falls upon the woman'
The Telegraph - 20 June 2015
Twelve years ago, Candace Bushnell and I spent a happy afternoon talking about death over a bottle of Pinot Grigio in her Charlotte Street hotel suite.
“I’m pretty sure my epitaph will just say, ‘Here lies Candace Bushnell: author of Sex and the City’,” shrugged the micro-mini-skirted blonde, fag in hand. A lot has changed since then.
At 56, Bushnell still looks like one of her thirty-something fictional creations, but she now reserves her “two glasses of wine – with ice” for dinners with friends and only occasionally allows herself to light up. Eschewing mad Manhattan (where she still owns an apartment downtown) for her house in Connecticut, she “lives a very, very disciplined life”.
“I eat a lot of asparagus,” sighs the best-selling author. “By 8pm I’m drinking tea and ready for bed. Because you know getting drunk is dangerous as you get older: you could fall down and break something.”
It’s the kind of pithy, Waughsian one-liner you’d expect any one of her literary alter-egos to come out with: if not, perhaps, the terminally girlish Carrie Bradshaw then certainly Samantha Jones, or PJ Wallis, the world-weary heroine of Bushnell’s new novel, Killing Monica. (Little,Brown - NZ$34.99)
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