Well,I didn't win that IMPAC prize. A pity, really,given the state of my roof. But then...not everyone can win it.
Winners have to be members of a small self selecting coterie of inbred self obsessed literati existing on the fringes of the world's realities and concerns...and they won't let me in.
Maybe I should write better?
I'd better try. The roof situation is becoming untenable.
Maybe the new book, (just out in its E version), maybe that will buy a few slates. Fingers crossed. (And the print version is, I believe,on its way.)
The Snake Dancer of Sati Choura divides its time between Dublin and India and that adds up to a billion or so of a potential market. That's a lot of eyeballs...as they say in the IT sector. So fingers crossed. Extracts on my website.
Extracts are also published within another book that I have coming along shortly. Not a great world changing panoramic sweep (of a definite IMPAC winning novel) like the snake dancer, rather a ruminative little memoir sort of thing, a prequel to my Walk on The Southside.
Boy on a Bicycle is not going to make much inroads into the billion Indian readers, I fear, but if it does as well as the Southside book it will go very well in Ireland anyway. And will actually have a new lease of life when Snake Dancer wins the IMPAC next year.
This is what writing is all about, planning ahead.
And today is the 14th June and this is my wedding anniversary. So I'm out of here. The woman on the cover of Walk on The Southside is up there in bed waiting for her breakfast.
And if it came between a choice of that situation and winning the IMPAC...well..
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