Mavis Cheek

Mavis Cheek


Mavis Cheek began her working life at sixteen in the contemporary art world working with such artists as David Hockney, Bridget Riley and Patrick Caulfield.  Much of this understanding of art colours her writing.  She took her degree at the grand age of twenty eight after which she had her daughter, with the artist Basil Beattie.  She then decided to write and her first novel, Pause Between Acts won the SHE/John Menzies First Novel prize.  She has been called “Jane Austen in Modern Dress” and “The novelist who takes her scalpel to the discreet lack of charms of the bourgeosie”  She has written for radio, short story collections and has published fifteen novels in all – with Faber & Faber, Hamish Hamilton and Hutchinson.  The Observer said of her, ‘Cheek is a comic writer who is honourably fulfilling her contract to amuse…But she is also a proper writer and rage, passion and the authentic yowl of pain lies beneath her jolly prose.’

Mavis teaches for the Arvon Foundation, at Stratford Literature Festival (Guardian Masterclass) and at Ty Newydd, the Welsh Literature Centre.  She is an Associate Fellow of the Royal Literary Fund.  She enjoys speaking at Literature Festivals and all other places where people are interested in writers and what makes them tick.

She has written fifteen novels in all, to reviewers’ acclaim and is currently working on her sixteenth novel.  Currently she lives in the beautiful Wiltshire countryside but is planning to move back to London – eventually.


Mavis Cheek @mavischeekbooks

As befitted a comedy course we had much laughter and some intensity and essential late night vodka.

Then you have one of the most beautiful views in the world. How I envy you being there. Would go back any time. Enjoy the week.

Bit of an emotional journey getting to gig in Enfield - much cars Secrets And Spies Helen Lederer In Conversation With Trudy Gold at Dugdale Centre in London

I’ve got a really lovely day planned with my 12 year old, just the two of us. I’ve given him all of Brighton to choose from for lunch venue. He’s chosen effing Subway. 🤢

Happy with whoever wins the Rugby today - if it's good old England that will be great, but if it is the Springboks then that, for those of us who marched with the Anti-Apartheid movement, now seeing Siya Kolisi as Captain, is also GREAT.

Comedy Women in Print (CWIP) Prize open for nominations. Thanks to @HelenLederer, whose brainchild it is, and @TheWritersGuild for supporting it.

Just been at an event where everyone was nice -reeling @TonyParsonsUK @claireparsonss

Its Christmas - a grown up book from the queen of such things ⁦@MarianKeyes⁩ merci I’ve never had a tote bag like this before - quality cotton can raise more than a smile

Only one week to go until @CWIPprize is open for entries!

Celebrating the wittiest female authors, there are categories for published, unpublished, and published graphic novel 🙌

Interested in entering? More info here:

That's because they're jealous.

Simply going to get very happy to hear this @CWIPprize

Aunt Margaret's Lover changed some women's lives - quite a few readers wrote that they'd dared to do dating after that - and were now married. I hope they were happy ever after. One lad of 18 who worked in a bookshop gave it - in despair - to his single Mum. It worked, he said

I wrote about Greenham a bit in 'Mrs Fytton's Country Life' - memories just bubbled up and had to be in that book - writing is a strange process - part planning, part subconscious - bit like foam on beer (or you could say scum on washing up) - anyway - it got a great response.

I'm in good shape - and I'd love to meet up - I remember so clearly that you were the first and only vegan I knew - what a man ahead of your times you were. Have a great time at Pound Arts - they are very lucky to get you. You can message me for contact.

Sink estates - a disgraceful invention - my mother (single parent, two children, victim of bigamy) worked in a factory but we lived in a decent road - protected by the Rent Act - our neighbours ranged from a bank manager, to a compositor, to a trumpeter - we were as good as them.

We used to say it was 'My dear - we are broke as hell and I simply don't know where the next bottle of gin is coming from' -

Sometimes I stayed home as I had no shoes (mine were stolen once during PE class) - but that's sixty years ago. It makes me sad and angry to think that we are one of the richest nations on earth and this still happens.
Rockets under arses to raise the bar - and blow T3 and HS2.