Today I introduce you to fellow author Robin Wyatt Dunn, who shares a little about his latest book, A Map of Kex’s Face, and interviews himself. I hope you find this post as entertaining as I did. Without further ado, here’s Robin:
Hello from the capital of paranoia, Los Angeles! For New York it’s anxiety, for Paris melancholia, but for L.A. it’s the feeling close to Woody Allen’s heart: “just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.”
In my new novel, A Map of Kex’s Face, SoCal paranoia has caused a split from the national body: secession. And lust has driven our hero, Professor Roberto, from his marital bed into the arms of his undergraduate mistress.
The bigger split is in reality itself: a dimensional doorway has appeared on campus and SoCal’s breakaway republic and flagship university Eidon Academy are eager to capitalize on it, to forge diplomatic relations with the parallel humans on the other side of the Gate.
And now for an interview with myself, which is easy to do when you’re paranoid:
Q: Robin, how are you doing?
A: I’m doing well, Robin, thanks for asking.
Q: What is with this interviewing yourself thing?
A: No one has time any more, Robin. No one has time any more for anything. Time is money. Society got tossed under the bus.
Q: Now, now, it’s not as bad as all that, yet. You’re here to talk about your new novel!
A: That’s right, I wrote another novel.
Q: Tell us about it.
A: Well, it’s another f***ed up love story (a nice young woman once told me “all love stories are f***ed up”). In this one, animals are as smart as humans (no surprises there), and I shamelessly imitate Kafka in having two creepy gate-guardians (who, I suppose was only emulating Gilgamesh…). Anyway, things go south, and the madness of our hero, Roberto, seeps into the narrative, forcing him to make difficult decisions, as in, what form of reality does he want to experience, and how much of the crazy sh*t he experiences and knows to be real, does he want to admit is real, on a functional level.
Q: Wow, sounds all meta. Real intellectual.
A: Yeah, people hate intellectuals. I recently changed my bio on my website to proudly identify myself as a member of the intelligentsia because so many people (many of them writers!) now seem eager to wave around their “stupid” bonafides, e.g. “I never read books, I only write them!” or “I hate books that make you think!” Yeah, society’s falling apart.
Q: Well, that’s about all the time we have for today…
A: Wait, wait, I know. I’m not being entertaining enough. Okay. Come into my dark corner, reader, neighbor, and I will show you something different. I will show you the spark in my eye, and the fire in your blood, and everything you knew will fall away, because you’re gonna visit, my nightmare city, close to my heart.
Q: How much are you charging for this trip into your nightmare city?
A: That will be $9 for the paperback trip to my nightmare city of my heart, and $6 for the digital version. Available 30 December 2014. Check http://www.robindunn.com/kex.html for a link. Or, if you’re a reader of this blog, send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org. The first five to do so will be entitled to a free advance electronic copy in the format of their choice.
Q: Thanks Robin.
A: You’re welcome Robin.
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He is a member of the intelligentsia. He holds three degrees and drinks coffee (lattes included) and thinks that being intelligent is a good thing and talking about ideas worthwhile.
He is the kind of pinko egghead Joseph McCarthy wanted to flay alive and burn at the stake on the White House lawn. He knows that the McCarthys and Pol Pots and George W. Bushes of the world are always and forever eager and ready to slit his throat and dump him in a mass grave.
This is why he has a wicked sense of humor.