Michael Chabon

Award won Role or nomination

1. 1963 age 0

   Born

2. 2000 age 37

   CreditWonder Boysscreenwriter

3. 2004 age 41

   CreditSpider-Man 2screenwriter

4. 2012 age 49

   CreditJohn Carterscreenwriter

• BSBrent Spiner3 titles
• JRJeri Ryan3 titles
• JFJonathan Frakes3 titles
• TMTobey Maguire2 titles
• WDWillem Dafoe2 titles
• MDMichael Dorn2 titles
• AKAlex Kurtzman2 titles
• GMGates McFadden2 titles
• HTHarry Treadaway2 titles
• LBLeVar Burton2 titles

• Influenced by

  • GMGeorge R. R. Martin
  • RSRobert Stone
  • VNVladimir Nabokov
  • RCRaymond Chandler
  • HJHenry James
  • FFF. Scott Fitzgerald
  • ADArthur Conan Doyle

Nothing recorded for: Spouse, Partner, Parents, Children, Siblings, Studied under, Taught.

• Anything good that I have written has, at some point during its composition, left me feeling uneasy and afraid. It has seemed, for a moment at least, to put me at risk.

  Michael Chabon, CC BY-SA 4.0

• Childhood, at its best, is a perpetual adventure, in the truest sense of that overtaxed word: a setting forth into trackless lands that might have come to existence the instant before you first laid eyes on them.

  Michael Chabon, CC BY-SA 4.0

• The presence of evil, once scented, tends to bring out all that is most irrational and uncontrollable in the public imagination. It is a catalyst for pea-brained theories, gimcrack scholarship, and the credulous cosmologies of hysteria.

  Michael Chabon, CC BY-SA 4.0

• I have staked my career—my life itself—on the things I could see, on the stories I could credit, and on the eventual vindication, when the book was closed, of the reasonable and skeptical approach. In the face of twenty-five years of bloodshed, mayhem, criminality, and the universal human pastime of ruination, I have clung fiercely to Occam’s razor, seeking always to keep my solutions unadorned and free of conjecture, and never to resort to conspiracy or any kind of prosecutorial woolgathering. My mother, whenever she was confronted by calamity or personal sorrow, invoked cosmic emanations, invisible empires, ancient prophecies, and intrigues; it has been the business of my life to reject such folderol and seek the simpler explanation. But we were fools, she and I, arrant blockheads, each of us blind to or heedless of the readiest explanation: that the world is an ungettable joke, and our human need to explain its wonders and horrors, our appalling genius for devising such explanations

  Michael Chabon, CC BY-SA 4.0

• When I first set my sights on becoming a writer at age eleven or so, I wanted to be a fantasy and science fiction writer. That was my preferred reading material and that's what I thought I was going to write. That's always been there. You can even see little hints of it in Mysteries of Pittsburgh and Wonderboys.

  Michael Chabon, CC BY-SA 4.0

• I think it was when I got to the butterflies -- in that brief, beautiful image comprising life, death and technology -- that the hair on the back of my neck began to stand on end. All at once, the pleasure I took in reading was altered irrevocably. Before then I had never noticed, somehow, that stories were made not of ideas or exciting twists of plot but of language. And not merely of pretty words and neat turns of phrase, but of systems of imagery, strategies of metaphor.

  Michael Chabon, CC BY-SA 4.0