Richard Beard’s most recent book is Acts of the Assassins, which was shortlisted for the Goldsmiths Prize.In the twenty years since his first book he has published critically acclaimed novels and narrative non-fiction, including Becoming Drusilla, the story of how a friendship between two men was changed by a gender transition. He was formerly Director of the National Academy of Writing in London, and is now a Visiting Professor at the University of Tokyo and has a Creative Writing Fellowship at the University of East Anglia. He is an optimistic opening batsman for the Authors Cricket Club.

Brilliantly original and absurdly compelling ... it’s a book you’ll read in one, frantic gasp

Richard Beard’s most recent book is Acts of the Assassins, which was shortlisted for the Goldsmiths Prize.In the twenty years since his first book he has published critically acclaimed novels and narrative non-fiction, including Becoming Drusilla, the story of how a friendship between two men was changed by a gender transition. He was formerly Director of the National Academy of Writing in London, and is now a Visiting Professor at the University of Tokyo and has a Creative Writing Fellowship at the University of East Anglia. He is an optimistic opening batsman for the Authors Cricket Club.

Brilliantly original and absurdly compelling ... it’s a book you’ll read in one, frantic gasp

Richard Beard’s most recent book is Acts of the Assassins, which was shortlisted for the Goldsmiths Prize.In the twenty years since his first book he has published critically acclaimed novels and narrative non-fiction, including Becoming Drusilla, the story of how a friendship between two men was changed by a gender transition. He was formerly Director of the National Academy of Writing in London, and is now a Visiting Professor at the University of Tokyo and has a Creative Writing Fellowship at the University of East Anglia. He is an optimistic opening batsman for the Authors Cricket Club.

Brilliantly original and absurdly compelling ... it’s a book you’ll read in one, frantic gasp