Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other. Though it is irregular, it is less boring this way, and besides, neither of them loses anything through my infidelity. – Anton Chekhov
Elliott has spent the last 20 years as a story teller and therapist. From stage acting at the Theatre Royal Stratford East to the acute ward of a mental health unit. From regular stints at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, to family therapy in Somerset. He started his debut novel in a cabin in the Norwegian mountains, then helped teenagers build a home there during the European migrant crisis.
Today he lives with his partner and daughters near Oslo, where he works with people on the autism spectrum, taking respite in his mother tongue on vintage typewriters whenever he gets fed up.
The Man with the Cloven Thumb 