May 6, 2017

You can read an interview of mine on In it, I talk about the writers who have influenced me, some of my future plans, what I’m working on at the moment, and I was allowed to offer my advice to new writers. You can read it here. I hope you enjoy it.

July 26, 2017

I was honoured when Viking Reviews asked for an interview. In it, I talk about the main themes that influence me, how a given idea I may have develops into a story, the kind of books I enjoy and more.

Here’s an excerpt:

  1. V: Who is Chris Sarantopoulos? What can you tell us about yourself?
    C: I was born in Athens, Greece and learned to speak English almost at the same time I started using my native language. At a time when I still had hair on my head (near the end of the end of the last century – actually the last millenium), I went abroad and studied Geology and Petroleum Geology in Scotland, picked up a few words that I can’t get rid of (like aye for example), then returned to Greece and did a Masters in Service Management. During that time, I was offered the chance to do a PhD, started working on it, but it didn’t work out.
  2. V: When did you start feeling the urge to write?
    C: The really strong urge, the uncontrollable kind, started back in 2013. Until then, I often felt the calling, but didn’t dare following it. The reason for not starting it earlier was due to poor academic skills at school when it came to essay writing, a mandatory subject throughout school life here in Greece. So this feeling of inadequacy gave birth to a little voice at the back of my head that kept telling me that I could never write anything longer than my name.All this changed when, during a casual conversation with a friend of mine about books and the poor quality of some, he simply suggested that I should have a go at writing. I don’t know what changed, but that afternoon I went home and wrote four pages (the world’s worst written four pages ever) of a story I had in my head. And everything felt right. It was as though my life was a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces of my life were wrongly fit together, and suddenly someone knocked the whole thing over, pieces flew up in the air, and miraculously those pieces landed where they should have been originally. Everything in my life made sense after that.

You can read the rest here.