Wednesday, February 18, 2015

INTERVIEW WITH DAVID ADAMS RICHARDS

Hello All,

I don't know if I ever posted this. If not, shame on me. Last summer I had the great pleasure and honor of interviewing David Adams Richards, one of my favorite writers, when he passed through town touring his book, Crimes Against My Brother (which is typically awesome). So I sat down in the publisher's office with him and we kibbitzed for some time. It was a thrill for me.

DAVID ADAMS RICHARDS

All best, Craig.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

A FEW NICK-RELATED THINGS . . .

Hello All,

It's me, Nick!



Yeah, that's me in the Garfield suit, dreaming of schnapps-stuffed lasagna or whatever. So what? Big deal! Wanna fight about it?

Okay, rage-storm passed. Serenity now. If you'd like to read a few things I've either written or spoke about lately, read on.

First off, here's an interview in the Calgary Herald with the always great Eric Volmers, who has been really fabulous about getting in contact with each new book and letting me blither-blather away and then somehow, through magical means, managing to turn that blathering into a really good interview where I don't come off as a total bananahead. He earns every penny of what that paper's paying him, let me tell you.

CALGARY HERALD INTERVIEW

Also, here's a piece I wrote for Publisher's Weekly about my Top Ten Horror Books You May Not Have Read. Of course, lists like this are fodder for argument/discussion—more and more I feel like that's their sole purpose, other than to hopefully shine a little light on the books mentioned—but I had a good time writing it and, for casual horror readers, there may be a few books on the list you'd like to take a gander at.

PW LIST

Yrs,
Nick.

Monday, January 19, 2015

DISASTROUS FARTING OLD MEN

Hello All,

In what is now becoming a yearly tradition, I have, for the second straight year, been farted (on? at?)—in any case, I've been victimized by the wanton farts of a devious old man aboard an airplane.

Longtime blog readers will recall that last year, on my 2-week pilgrimage to Birmingham to work on my English PhD, that I was farted at/on by a foul old septugenarian on the incoming flight. It was an assault. An olfactory assault. He may as well have been tossing warm wet garbage at me. I chalked it up to a general loosening of the body's muscles, a natural product of the aging process. But I hung around my grandfather and other old men in my youth and, to the best of my recollection, I fail to recall being ceaselessly peppered with foul old toots coughed up from their randomly-cannonading nether orifices. No, they kept that stuff on lockdown. Not so with that old salt on the plane. It was just . . . a debacle. A hellish living nightmare of sorts, if you will allow me indulge in a small bit of hyperbole.

Well, one hopes that would be the end of it. But then tonight I took my seat beside an old man with a certain mischevious glimmer in his eye and I knew—oh yes, friends, so surely did I know—that I might be in for it again. And indeed, history repeated. It was a merciless bombardment. I was under fire. They came hot and heavy, quite literally. Could I wave the white flag? Would my enemy recognize my plea for clemency, or would he simply reload and re-commit to his war crimes? I tried to hold out against the reckless insults he heaped on me—Lord in Heaven, what had I ever done to deserve such treatment?—but he was a cunning and wily foe, his features fixed into an expression of extreme serenity as he drilled me with his terrible, horrible, soul-destroying stench-lobs. Did nobody else SMELL them? What could I say? I was paralyzed into inaction. I simply froze and absorbed many a foul blow. I may have passed out at one point, I can't fully recall. The inner lining of my nostrils will have to be surgically bleached, I'm pretty sure.

Hateful, awful, vexing old farters! Why do I keep running afoul of them? I swear, next time I'm going to say something. I'm going to grab them by their scrawny wattled old turkey neck and say, "Stop FARTING you fearsome old shipwreck, you! Cease and desist or I'm going to stick a carrot up your caboose and plug you up for good and all!"

I can only hope that these experiences do not sour me on aging entirely. Perhaps I will become a cynical old farter myself, ripping grundlers at my unsuspecting seatmates under the assumption that it is now my right as an oldster. Having seen something of hell, I wish only to wreak some of it on others as it was wrought upon me. Well, let's hope my better instincts prevail.

All best,
Craig.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

GLOBE AND MAIL ARTICLE

Hello All,

Check it out if you're so inclined. My thanks to Mark Medley and J.R. McConvey for taking the time, and to Fred for taking the photos.

CRAIG/NICK

All best,
Craig.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

THE DEEP is out!

Hello All,

Nick Cutter cutting in here—hah! That's not really funny, but whatever. Wordplay!

The Deep, the second Cutter book, "dropped" on January 13th. It should be available at all fine book emporiums, brick-and-mortar or online. I've done a few interviews lately, so I'll post links here if you want to give a listen. And any other book-related matters, of course I will let you know about!

Check out my website www.craigdavidson.net — the Nick Cutter side will have ordering links for the new book, if'n you don't want to schlep out to a store and get it, or if you are a fan of them newfangled e-readers.

LISTEN TO ME BLATHER

AM I WRITE? PODCAST: Three standup comics and one dweeb (me) discuss writing and other related matters, such as killer whales with vendettas and fighting Margaret Atwood. Anyway, I think so. I was drunk (no, not really).

RADIO Q INTERVIEW: CBC interview with the great Damian Abraham from the band "Fucked Up." We talk writing, pen names, beards, and the sources of our fears, and possibly wizards and carpentry. Again, it's fuzzy. Again, I was drunk at 10 o'clock in the morning in a radio station. So sue me!

Yrs,
Nick.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

NEW YEARS POST

Hello All,

Well, 2014 is in the books. It was an enjoyable year. I think a few of my friends had a hard time of it in 2014. For them, and for anyone reading this, I hope your 2015 kills it.

Nick Cutter's The Deep "drops" on January 13th in Canada, the US, and the UK. The author's copies have shown up; here's a few cellphone pics:




I think they look pretty dang snazzy! Great jobs by the designers at Gallery Books and Headline Publishing. Two different interpretations of the same material.

Anyhoo, if you want to order it online, head on over to my website and click on the book cover to find links to online retailers.


You'll also see a link for the next Cutter book, The Acolyte, put out by the fine folks at Chizine Publications. That's out in May, 2015. More on that as we approach the publication date.

In Craig Davidson news, I'll be doing an east coast university tour in February, courtesy of Ross Leckie and the fine folks at UNB (and three other schools). The dates for that are:

Monday, Feb 9.  University of New Brunswick, Fredericton.

Tuesday, Feb 10.  UNB Saint John

Wednesday, Feb 11.  Saint Mary's University, Halifax

Thursday, Feb 12.  University of Prince Edward Island, Charlottetown

If you want to come out and hear me yammer on about Cataract City and so on and so forth, then please, I urge you to do so!

What else? 

Nothing. That's about the size of it.

All best,
Craig.

Monday, December 29, 2014

A DRAMATIC READING OF THE DEEP!

Hello All,

Here's me, reading The Deep, the new Cutter novel, to my enrapt son. He is thrilled, you'd better believe it!

A CHILLING DRAMATIC READING

Also, you can check out my new website here:

www.craigdavidson.net

And there's tour news, too. Andrew Pyper and I, amongst other writers, will be showing up in some Canadian cities this winter. The dates are listed below:

Monday Feb 23: Kingston
Tuesday Feb 24: Ottawa
Wednesday Feb 25: Montreal
Thursday Feb 26: Quebec City

So come on out, if'n you please!

All best,
Craig/Nick.