"Some Tears May Be Crocodile, But My Salt Is True."
Hey, from now until Halloween the excellent Candlewick Press is selling The Infects e-Book for a buck ninety-nine. Which is probably sixty cents too high, but still. And as part of the promotion, it will infect your Kindle with an ineradicable virus that swallows the code of all your unread novels and re-writes them as Elizabeth Wurtzel's Prozac Nation. Zombies and October are like peanut butter and jelly and spleens. You so can't afford not to jump on this opportunity.
I have a story in the new
London-based ebook anthology TRANSATLANTIC. It's available in the US through Oyster Books.
Really worth checking out, packed with great writing. Support the arts!
Hey, Wise Young Fool is a finalist for the Washington State Book Award. Very cool to be on a slate with books by Jess Walter, Ed Skoog, and Peter Bagge, not to mention pals Suzanne Selfors and Nicole Hardy. When do novels about punk rock ever win anything? Never, that's when. Still, being on the shortlist feels good. I'm gonna go to the ceremony and eat my bodyweight in skirt steak appetizers and spill a gallon of Prosecco in my lap and then clap like hell for whoever takes it home.
Cranked out of my gourd that the film rights to Going Nowhere Faster have been optioned by Canadian production company Hidden Light Films. A feature film based on the book is currently in development and slated for production in Summer 2016. Actually, I'm pretty relaxed about it. But it is cool.
Hey, cool mention for Wesley Payne in the Los Angeles Review of Books. It pays to be noir! Check it HERE.
Unfortunately, this is the only pic I have from last night's killer The Weeklings Live NYC! gig. It was a lot of fun, raised money for Housing Works Bookstore Cafe and generally gave a bunch of us an excuse to drink box wine, hawk rude sentences, and be in the same city at the same time. Huge appreciation to everyone who made it happen, especially Janet Steen and Jennifer Kabat, plus the beechwood smoked rack of talent that was Robert Burke Warren, Elissa Schappell, Nelly Reifler, and Diana Spechler. Wasn't it Voltaire who said "It is only in front of a microphone that I am truly alive"?
The brand spanking new paperback version of The Infects is officially out today, crammed with all sorts of bonus material and extra fear/hilarity. What does this mean? Flee! Also, if you're inclined to pick up a few extra copies as beer coasters or studio insulation, they can be purchased at many fine retailers. Not to mention several retailers who should probably be immediately jailed. But do we pass judgment here at Self-Promo Central? No, we look the other way and count cold, green cash. Or black market beans.
MTV News has Wise Young Fool on this deep list of books you should read this summer. Or about music. Or with cool hair. Or something. Although they probably only picked it because I am boys with Kurt Loder and we once tailgated at a UFC event together. Also, I used to date Martha Quinn. In any case, MTV is always right.
Turns out my inner Classic Rock name is Boy Deepseed. I also once played keytar on an album called "Sound is Best Eaten Soundly". My Holy Grail record is Mountain's "Nantucket Sleighride."
I dare you, yes DARE you to find out who you really are down inside. Way, way down inside.
And then make all your friends do it too.
Killer track list also!
Check it out here.
Here's a teaser for the print version of the excellent London lit rag Litro Magazine, which is out next week. Check the cover. It's the All Music edition! I was lucky to have a short story selected for it by Bloc Party's singer/git player Kele Okereke, who is guest editor. It also features killer illustrations by Babak Ganjei. Very much worth buying a copy or two. Lit mags need your support and love. I, of course, just need your love.