Hornby's work frequently touches upon music, sport, and the aimless and obsessive natures of his protagonists. His books have sold more than 5 million copies worldwide as of Hornby published his first book in , a collection of essays about American writers such as Tobias Wolff and Ann Beattie , titled Contemporary American Fiction.
Hornby's second book, Fever Pitch , also published in , is an autobiographical story detailing his fanatical support for Arsenal Football Club. In , the memoir was adapted for film in the UK , and in an American remake was released, following Jimmy Fallon 's character's obsession with the Boston Red Sox , a baseball team. High Fidelity — his third book and first novel — was published in The novel, about a neurotic record collector and his failed relationships, was adapted into a American film starring John Cusack , and a Broadway musical in His second novel, About a Boy , published in , is about two "boys" — Marcus, an awkward yet endearing adolescent from a single-parent family, and the free-floating, mids Will Freeman, who overcomes his own immaturity and self-centeredness through his growing relationship with Marcus.
Hugh Grant and Nicholas Hoult starred in the film version.
In , Hornby received the E. Hornby's next novel, How to Be Good , was published in The female protagonist in the novel explores contemporary morals, marriage and parenthood. It was long listed for the Man Booker Prize in and won the W. Smith Award for Fiction in Part of the money he earned with his next book, Speaking with the Angel in , was donated to TreeHouse , a charity for children with autism , the disorder that affects Hornby's own son. He was editor of the book, which contained twelve short stories written by his friends.
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He also contributed to the collection with the story "NippleJesus". In , Hornby wrote a collection of essays on selected popular songs and the emotional resonance they carry, called 31 Songs known in the US as Songbook. Also in , Hornby was awarded the London Award , an award that was selected by fellow writers.
Hornby has also written essays on various aspects of popular culture and, in particular, he has become known for his writing on pop music and mix tape enthusiasts. Since , he has written a book review column, "Stuff I've Been Reading", for the monthly magazine The Believer ; all of these articles are collected between The Polysyllabic Spree , Housekeeping vs. Hornby's novel A Long Way Down was published in , with a film version of this book released in The protagonist of Slam is a year-old skateboarder named Sam whose life changes drastically when his girlfriend gets pregnant.
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Hornby's following novel, titled Juliet, Naked , was published in September Addressing similar themes as his earlier novel High Fidelity , the book is about a reclusive s rock star who is forced out of isolation, after the re-release of his most famous album brings him into contact with some of his most passionate fans. In , Hornby co-founded the Ministry of Stories , a non-profit organisation in East London dedicated to helping children and young adults develop writing skills and to helping teachers inspire their students to write.
Hornby's most recent novel, Funny Girl , about a Sixties beauty queen determined to make her mark upon television comedy, was released in late Hornby has also developed a career as a screenwriter, and has said that he enjoys the challenge of working in film as opposed to writing novels. With a screenplay there are all these hurdles that seem to have some kind of objectivity to them. The screenplay has to work and I love that.
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In , Hornby adapted an autobiographical memoir by the journalist Lynn Barber for the screen as An Education , a feature film starring Peter Sarsgaard and Carey Mulligan. Speaking on the challenge of adapting such a packed book, Hornby said it was really a case of boiling everything down and making the realisation that he could have made a two-hour film without mentioning walking at all. Tim Robey of The Daily Telegraph said it was "his strongest work ever as a screenwriter". Several of Hornby's books have made the jump from page to screen. Frankly, I find they upset my constitution.
But you, sir, look all the more hearty than I. Wilson could scarcely believe his luck. He looked here and there into the expanse, a frightened expression on his face as though he expected some vindictive God or another to swoop from the sky and steal away the magical passerby, rye whiskey and all. Witnessing this reaction, it was all the Bastard could do not to strike the gluttonous farmer to the ground.
So it was that the Bastard was admitted into the house itself. Wilson rushed to fetch two mugs, and lay these on the kitchen table; his hand trembled as he fell to drinking the precious rye with much slurping and heavy breathing. I would be honored to meet her.
But Wilson was distracted by his rye-guzzling, and his guard was down. But of course he knew about the daughter already. Here was the reason he had stolen the rye from the general store, and why he plied the farmer so generously while he himself abstained. When the daughter, still hidden, began to hum and sing, the Bastard broke character, and a wicked smile spread across his face.
Wilson was already quite drunk, but through the haze he saw this smile, and found himself distantly concerned. Wilson cast his eyes down, impotent, scolded. As such, the Bastard despised him on sight, for if there was one thing he had no tolerance for, it was the overweight. An unfriendly sort, but the Bastard had gone up against many a more formidable foe than this pellet salesman, and he kept his disgust well-buried. It was just outside your store, in the road there.
I never caught his name. The delicate Bastard was prepared for just this question. He held his hand out to exhibit the golden wedding band on his ring finger. A customer entered the store and began walking the aisles with a hand truck. Wordlessly, then, he laid a single bill onto the countertop. The clerk was unsurprised by this; he retrieved the money and stuffed it away, looking all the more accommodating, or at least not quite so hostile as before. Twelve years old, maybe. Coke-bottle glasses. The Bastard shook his head.
Halfway to the door, however, the customer that had entered a moment earlier spoke to the Bastard from the far side of the store.
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The customer nodded. Blonde and fair, just like you mentioned. On account of how she looks I mean? In the general store he dropped a lit match into a paper-filled trashcan, and while customers and employees swarmed to bat at the flames he made off handily with the rye.
He felt joyful as he left the town, forging ahead into the open spaces, the farmland. All or nothing , he thought, decapitating flowers with his stick of pine. Wilson lay face down on the table, a void where only minutes earlier there was a man, or half a man. There was enough left to poison the farmer once more, perhaps twice.
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And after this, then what? He had never been one to fret about the future. He stood and stepped further into the room, taking in his new surroundings with his hands behind his back, like a man luxuriating in a museum or rose garden. The furnishings were unremarkable: candles, lace, quilting, and wicker.
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But why was this so, with the daughter in the house? Why was everything so dingy? This only made him all the more curious about the girl, and his head began to pound as he imagined her alone in her room.
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