Biography
Darwin was born and brought up in London. Her father was Henry Galton Darwin, a lawyer in the Foreign Office, son of Sir Charles Galton Darwin, grandson of Sir George Darwin, and great-grandson of Charles Darwin. Her mother Jane (née Christie) was the younger daughter of John Traill Christie. Jane Darwin was an English teacher, so they spent three years commuting between London and Brussels. She has two sisters; Carola and Sophia. The family spent many holidays on the Essex/Suffolk border, where much of her novel The Mathematics of Love is set. Darwin has lamented that any reviews of her work inevitably include references to her family background
She read Drama at the University of Birmingham, and she spent some years in academic publishing. But when she had two small children she started writing again, and eventually earned an MPhil in Writing at the University of Glamorgan, where her tutor was novelist and poet Christopher Meredith. The novel she wrote for the degree became The Mathematics of Love, which was sold to Headline Review, as the first of a two-book deal. Meanwhile, she had found the form of a research degree so fruitful that she completed a PhD in Creative Writing at Goldsmiths' College in 2010, where her supervisor was Maura Dooley. Darwin now lives with her children in South East London.
The Mathematics of Love was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Best First Book Award for the Europe and South Asia region.
In 2006 her short story Maura's Arm as awarded 3rd place in the Bridport Prize. Previously her story Closing Time had been longlisted for the 2005 Bridport Prize. She also was highly commended for Nunc Dimittis in the Cadenza Magazine Competition March 2005. Her short story Russian Tea was 2004 Phillip Good Memorial Prize Runner Up, and was included in the 2006 Fish Short Histories Prize anthology.
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