Sean Beaudoin

Enough excellent writing to fill a large tube sock

My Books:


Max City Blues

Well, just sent "Maximum City Blues" off last night. We'll see if anyone wants to buy it, but it was a lot of fun to write, a noir/detective thing, basically Lee Marvin meets Royale With Cheese. Even though a lot prep was already done, it's weird to have finished two novels in one calendar year. I sent "This Unlovely Monster" in a few months ago, but before that almost two years went by with almost nothing to show for it (a sprawling now-abandoned manuscript, angry essays, learning how to cook, etc.) It was a low period career-wise, the feeling of deep inertia and self-pity, a time to guzzle Merlot and question the purpose of literature as an ongoing concern, let alone vocation. Not to mention crumbling attention spans, shrinking budgets, and the rise of stories comprised of 140 characters. Yet somehow this year has all come together. I have no idea why. Possibly 6 straight months of rain? In any case, for the first time I like both books unequivocally. Pretty much everything before has felt to some degree fraudulent, like I knew the work could be better, or I might have been more emotionally honest and vulnerable, or any minute some guy in a beret would pop out from behind a velvet curtain and expose me in public for having zero clue what I was doing. And he would have been right. It's always possible neither book will ever actually hit shelves, but they do exist, wrenched out of sloth and pessimism and the vastly easier route of posting record covers on Facebook all day. So there's that. Anyway, 297 pages, 14 characters, 8 epilogues, 3 sex scenes, 2 Ike & Tina references, and one exploding cow.


On The Pod

Hey, I had the good fortune to appear on Brent Jensen's mighty "No Sleep Til Sudbury" podcast. It was a ton of fun. Brent's a Canadian author, musician, DJ, and all-around music industry wheel. In this episode I drop a list of the 10 most formative songs of my early years. Check it out. Hint: Lots of Winger talk.

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Literary Happy Hour

Hey, tomorrow night I'll be reading at Capitol Cider's Literary Happy Hour with the mighty Joshua Mohr and Anca Szilagyi. Swing by for an early double Jager and crudite. I'm going to bust out a chapter of the forthcoming very adult novel "This Unlovely Monster". You've been warned. 5-7pm.


American Junkie Release Party

Hey, tonight's the launch party for the re-release of Tom Hansen's excellent American Junkie. I'll read before Tom does an encore, and then we'll break down all of music and literature and old school Seattle in an Q&A with Jarret Middleton. Definitely the literary event of the year: Lazarus emerges from the cave, shambles into Elliott Bay Book Company to drink beer and yell rude stuff at the podium. Yeah, you want to be there. 7pm.


Bookfest for Charity! Today!

Hey, this great annual event is happening again tomorrow. An absolutely killer lineup of authors, readings, food, and music. Excellent chance to buy some Christmas presents that matter, with a big chunk of the money going to charity, including PNA and the The Greater Seattle Bureau of Fearless Ideas. I'll be reading at 4pm and signing the rest of the while, but mostly standing there feeling good about something for once. You should definitely swing on by.


Election 2016

Here's my final column for The Weeklings, "25 Ways Hillary Can Fix America By Wednesday". It's one that I've been thinking about for six months, but finally got around to writing. Like it or not, Hillary will be elected tomorrow. After which I am going to drink a bowl of ayahuasca and lie in a sensory deprivation tank for two weeks. In the meantime, here are 25 non-partisan, commonsense ways that President Clinton can immediately make this country great again. In a sense, Trump has already won, because he has changed discourse forever. But not my discourse. Article includes at least three bonus Chuck Norris jokes. Plus, the first person who tattoos this entire thing on their back in a barely-legible calligraphy font wins a free T-shirt. Pics required. Selah.

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