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Category Archives: No Sleep till Wonderland
–Wednesday, August 18th, I’ll be appearing (poof!) at the Dover Library with my reading/signing buddy, Dave Zeltserman.
–Last night I signed the signature sheets for the limited edition of IN THE MEAN TIME. I ended up writing a one-line story on each sheet too. Something along the lines of “There once was a boy who had a terrible, horrible hand.”
In the interest of full disclosure, John and I are part of a mutual admiration society (see my top of ’09 list and his novel House of Windows) and we’re very good friends. That said, he’s not a smoke blower, and his blog post about my novels is filled with awesome.
Indeed, in each book, the solution to the case at hand increases Genevich’s melancholy, since it also involves the solution to some aspect of Genevich’s own history, the revelation of crucial information about his past that leaves him more unsettled than he was when he started his investigation. In The Little Sleep, it’s disturbing information about his family; in No Sleep Till Wonderland, it’s information about himself. It’s not unheard of for the P.I. to be shaken up by the case he investigates, but I can’t think of other examples where his unease centers so profoundly in the personal.
–This weekend (March 19-20th) I’ll be at Vericon on the Harvard University Campus. I just knew I’d get into Harvard some day… Part of the weekend fun includes me signing at the Harvard University Bookstore from 1:30-2:15 pm.
–Thursday April 1st, 7pm, I’ll be at the Newtonville Books with Dave Zeltserman and others to be announced.
–Saturday April 3rd, 1-2pm, Walpole Barnes and Noble. Just signing. And maybe juggling. Or tap dancing.
–My spring break starts tomorrow at 12:00 pm. At 12:01 I’ll be listening to Lionel Richie and will dance on the ceiling. Oh what a feeling.
–I’ve already seen both movies, but I bought copies of Pontypool and The Big Lebowski so I can keep their dvd goodness close to me.
–Looking forward to starting Megan Abbot’s Bury Me Deep.
–Emma says “I eat (chips) so I can stay alive.”
–I’ll admit that I still watch and love Survivor. Boston Rob is fantastic. Coach is my favorite all-time tool/crazy person. It ain’t even close.
–The authors of PHANTOM put together a cool book notes essay at the uber-cool Largehearted Boy blog. Go read about literary horror stories and music. One of them chose the immortal Madeline Khan’s “I’m Tired.”
Phantom is a literary horror fiction anthology that collects 14 fascinating short stories. Other than Nick Mamatas and Stephen Graham Jones, these authors were all new to me, and I was impressed by every story in the collection. Thanks to Paul G. Tremblay and Sean Wallace for expanding my literary worldview, and for helping spread the word that horror is much more than vampires, werewolves, and zombies.
—No Sleep Till Wonderland gets a mighty cool review from Joshua Chaplinsky over at Chuck Palahniuk’s site, The Cult. Joshua hadn’t read The Little Sleep so his take on the book is as a complete stand alone. Which is how I tried to write the book.
Despite a nice recap of past exploits for the newcomers, allusions to Mark’s personal history are vague. Almost as if an important piece of information were missing. Fortunately, as the mystery unfurls- the mystery of who Mark is, not just the machinations of the plot- all pertinent questions are answered.
–Future of the Left. I’m kind of obsessed with them right now. Dance, suckas.
–Thursday night, Odyssey Bookshop: South Hadley is a far away land, at least for me, and if driving through two hours of non-accumulating-but-annoying snow and sleet is some kind of entry-into-the-Berkshires-test, I aced that sucker. Or maybe that’s a Free Masonry test, I’m not sure. Regardless, I shared the reading stage with the talented and magical Jedediah Berry. Jedediah read from The Manual of Detection, and then read part of a modular short story (which was envy-inducing with its awesomeness) , with scenes written on note-cards that he shuffled like a deck and had an unsuspecting audience member cut. All I brought was a rock.
In the audience were three other amazing writers (and yes, I’m implying Jedediah and I are amazing writers) Holly Black, David Anthony Durham, and Robert Reddick. The five of us went to dinner in Amherst and had a lovely time while a man in another room played the blues and in the men’s bathroom, the locals gathered for lively conversation. I am not speaking in code. (Read this for David’s account of the evening)
Later, I crashed at Jedediah’s place, met his housemate Katy and Milton the wonderdog. Milton was particularly charming, though he hazed me by unfolding the blankets that I had painstakingly folded, which resulted in a citation and a small fine because I broke an obscure blue law: one must not allow guest-used blankets to be unfolded by a Chihuahua with a first name that begins with M.
(Thanks to Emily and the staff at Odyssey for a great event!)
–Friday Night, Front Street Book Shop: Front Street Book Shop is in Sciutate, a small coastal town on the south shore of Massachusetts, home of my in-laws. I met owner Peg Patten last fall at a mystery con where our dinner table was forced to write a murder song. Thankfully, there was no singing on Friday. But there were, however, three real Genevich’s in the reading audience. I was only verbally threatened twice during the evening.
Peg and her staff (including one woman named Peggy; I never asked if FSBS was like the Ramones of bookselling) were incredibly warm, helpful, and accomodating, and I hope to back there very soon.
–Saturday afternoon, Cornerstone Books: It was a beautiful spring day in the city of Witches. Salem that is. I grew up in Beverly (the town neighboring Salem, and the home of John Hale, of course) so this was sort of a hometown gig for me. Jonathan (thanks Jonathan!) at the Cornerstone let me run amuck through the store, which was probably unwise, but I didn’t do any real damage. I did notice that Joe Hill had already been to the store, signed everything, and left little red horns everywhere. While I did not morally approve of his obvious use of witchcraft and other assorted warlockery, I remained composed for my stay at the store.
At the reading I met John, he of a history degree and reader of noir and PK Dick. John’s wife helps to run the Salem Athenaeum which is only one of 16 subscription libraries left in the US. They were celebrating the library’s 200th birthday on Saturday, along with a fundraiser that evening. I hope it went well for them. And coincidentally enough, there was an article about the Athenaeum in the Globe today. Give it a read and consider a donation!
My children were at the reading too. They were bored. Sorry, guys.
Post-reading, there was dinner with friends and family, then my mother, aunt and I hit Count Orlok’s Nightmare Gallery, which, apparently, is rated number 1 out of 38 things to do in Salem. I thought there was at least 53 things to do in Salem, but I could be wrong. The Gallery was harmless fun. It was nice to see Hammer Films (an Oliver Reed werewolf) and Peter Cushing’s likenesses represented!
An in-depth review that pleases me very much. File under good review:
“Modernizing the archetypal hardboiled detective story, Paul Tremblay mixes surrealism with traditional noir in his novel No Sleep till Wonderland. A conceptual twist on the genre amplifies conventional crime fiction and explores the mysterious power of the human mind.” (Jessica Sycz)