Finally, after about a thousand cups of tea at Portland's Arabica, several hundred ball-point pens, and about a dozen composition books, my next novel, I AM (NOT) THE WALRUS, comes out on July 9th.
The story concerns the trials and tribulations of Toby, a 16 year-old bass player in a Beatles cover band, and takes place in my own version of the seaside city of Brighton, England, which I call Brunswick.
In spite of the narrative being somewhat autobiographical, readers who know me will spot a number of key differences between myself and Toby.
Toby is the bassist in his band, the Nowhere Men. I was always the rhythm guitarist. Not quite good enough to be the lead guitarist, not quite cool enough to be bassist, and absolutely not handsome enough to be the lead singer, the rhythm guitarist is the perpetual sidekick of the pop world.
The story concerns the trials and tribulations of Toby, a 16 year-old bass player in a Beatles cover band, and takes place in my own version of the seaside city of Brighton, England, which I call Brunswick.
In spite of the narrative being somewhat autobiographical, readers who know me will spot a number of key differences between myself and Toby.
Toby is the bassist in his band, the Nowhere Men. I was always the rhythm guitarist. Not quite good enough to be the lead guitarist, not quite cool enough to be bassist, and absolutely not handsome enough to be the lead singer, the rhythm guitarist is the perpetual sidekick of the pop world.
