About the Agency
The Andrew Lownie Literary Agency Ltd, founded in 1988, is now one of the UK's leading non-fiction literary agencies with a special emphasis on history and biography. Books represented have included The Cambridge Guide to Literature in English, The Oxford Classical Dictionary, Norma Major's history of Chequers and the memoirs of Sir John Mills, Alan Whicker, Gloria Hunniford and Patrick MacNee.
Featured Author: Amelia Kallman
Amelia Kallman is originally from Fairfax, Virginia. She grew up entertaining audiences on many of Washington D.C.’s most prestigious stages, worked at The House of Representatives, and was a junior theatre critic for The Washington Post. She studied acting at Marymount Manhattan College, and Shakespeare at U.K.’s Oxford University.
She met her partner/husband, Norman Gosney, at a party on his roof at the Chelsea Hotel and 2004 and together they operated an illegal speakeasy on the tenth floor of an office building, producing live spectaculars in their intimate bijou theatre an...
Articles and Advices
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Salutations
Jan 15 2012 |
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Andrew Lownie continues his series of how recent submissions have addressed him. Hello dear Andrew, Dear Andrew Lownie and/or Associates, Hi Lonnie, Agent-In-Chief; Dear ... -
What Editors Want 2012
Jan 10 2012 |
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Twenty three editors have kindly explained what they are looking for this year giving a fascinating insight into the commissioning mind. Hugh Andrew, Managing DIrector, Birlinn ... -
What the Dickens...
Dec 25 2011 |
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Ah, coincidence... from Dickens to Didion it's the meat and drink of the writer's art. Even readers know that. But what they don't know - and we do - is just how big a role it plays befor...
Featured Book: Haunted
My brother Alex looked scared, so I ran after him into our bedroom. ‘Emily,’ he whispered, ‘do you think she’s really dead?’ I was confused. ‘Is who dead?’ I didn’t understand. ‘Mummy!’ He started crying now. ‘Is mummy dead, stupid!’ Realisation slammed into me like a punch in my stomach, and I started screaming then, crying out her name, over and over again. Then a lady I didn’t know came upstairs and hugged us. ‘It will be okay,’ she kept saying to us. ‘It will be okay, don’t you ...