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In a 45-page essay chronicling the collapse of a .5m deal for Assange’s autobiography, O’Hagan, an award-winning novelist and non-fiction author, recounts how he spent months with the Australian computer hacker in an attempt to extract material for the book.

"The man who put himself in charge of disclosing the world’s secrets simply couldn’t bear his own,” writes O’Hagan in the London Review of Books. “He’d rather spend hours Googling himself than have his own say in the pages of his autobiography.” In the end Assange's publisher, Cannongate, releases its own version of the autobiography, after Assange allegedly fails to honour the terms of his contract.

Even Assange’s girlfriend, Wiki Leaks researcher Sarah Harrison, grew increasingly frustrated at his behaviour during the weeks he spent on bail at Ellingham Hall, in Norfolk, the home of another of his guarantors, Vaughan Smith, the founder of the Frontline Club.

Miss Harrison says of Assange: “He openly chats girls up and has his hands on their a**e and goes nuts if I even talk to another guy.

He is vain, secretive, paranoid and jealous, prone to leering at young women and making frequent sexist jokes – and that's not the view of one of his many enemies, but of a friend who regards him sympathetically.

A damning picture of Julian Assange, the founder of Wiki Leaks who is currently sheltering in the Ecuadorean embassy in London in a bid to avoid extradition to Sweden on rape charges, has emerged in a detailed account by his ghostwriter Andrew O’Hagan.

But at 4pm, my grandmother and I would have baked him cookies, made coffee and served it all for him at the living room table and we were sitting facing him, smiling, looking excited to hear him talk. If we interrupted him – by either looking away, coughing, laughing too much at something that wasn’t that funny, not seeming interested enough or sipping the coffee too loudly – he would the story over and this time, talk shower. To something he had said in the beginning of the story. I was a child(-genius, some would say) and I was so proud that I had thought of a joke. I realised it wasn’t because it was secret, but it was because it was private. She said that she knew that when she died, she would be with her sisters and mother and father again. My grandfather, her husband of 30 years, looked her in the eyes and said, “That’s stupid. I’m doing last year’s callback-heavy show “Bubblewrap” at Soho Theatre on May 6th and 7th. If you haven’t heard it yet, go listen to Or my very own podcast A journalist wanted a photo of me from my teenage-days. I quickly realised that I have never uploaded any photos from my teenage years. I am still fat, my hair is still constantly static and flat, my nose is still pointy and I still get pimples and I still recall the hurtful words from the bullies. It is a defiance against the beauty industry and horrible kids all having done their best to break me and my spirit. Sometimes they are taken from an unapologetically flattering angle, sometimes they are not. Had it happened to a friend of mine, I would have agreed. Women who have been sexually assaulted and didn’t report it, because they were scared. ” Jessamyn smiles: “You don’t know what your body is capable of. It is the best seat on a bus, if you don’t want to be close to people. And then I hold my breath till I’m over ground again.

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