Living in London is like being on a luxury cruise liner.

Tyrannies not only want to control your mind and thoughts but your flesh as well.

I wanted to analyse and understand how the Chinese people could have their lives so crushed by fear.

My hope is that the Chinese government will come to realise that it is futile to repress free speech, and that contrary to what they believe a regime's strength rests not its suppression of a plurality of opinions and ideas, but in its capacity and willingness to encourage them.

In February of this year I returned to China to research my next book. The authorities know about the novels of mine that have been published in the west, including the latest one, Beijing Coma, about a student shot in Tiananmen Square, but so far have allowed me to return.

China is completely lacking in self-awareness and as someone who has stepped outside that society, I have a responsibility to write about it as I see it.

Red Dust was about the late 1980s; it was a time of burgeoning hopes and opening up and people searching for new ways.