He’s a Cliche: Christopher Nosnibor Talks with Bill Thunder

So we’re on the eve of the publication of Bill Thunder’s debut novel, the hard-hitting detective story ‘THE BASTARDIZER’ and it’s a book I for one am quite excited about, not least of all because it’s one of the craziest takes on genre fiction I’ve ever read. Bill’s a busy man, but he’d agreed to see me for half an hour, suggesting I swing by his office. An hour before I’m due to arrive, I receive d a call suggesting a change of location. Things have been kicking off – it’s an everyday occurrence in Bill’s life – and he needs to escape and perhaps lie low for a few hours. He suggests a bar that’s fairly quiet and off the beaten track.

When I arrive, Bill’s already there. He’s like one of his own characters. His face shows he’s lived – you’d probably describe him as ‘ruggedly handsome’ as long as you don’t mind three-day stubble and eyebags. He sends me to the bar to get the drinks before we start. He’s drinking Jack Daniel’s – doubles, straight, no ice – and is already on this second when I show up. Yes, he’s a hard bastard and he can handle his drink. He is, as he writes in his book, ‘a cliché.’ And all the cooler because of it.

I put the drinks down and begin my interrogation.

CN: So what inspired ‘THE BASTARDIZER’?

BT: Inspired? I wouldn’t say ‘inspired.’ It kinda implies it’s fictive.

CN: Prompted?

BT: Better. I had some downtime. I thought I’d try my hand at writing. Drawing from my experience in some ways made it something of a busman’s holiday in some respects, but crime fiction’s big right now and so much of what’s out there’s really insipid. I thought ‘I could do better than that.’ So I did.

CN: That’s a hell of a claim, but I can’t really argue. It’s a belter of a book. Which current crime writers do you particularly object to, do you consider to be the worst offenders in the production of insipid crime writing?

BT: Most of them, frankly. Despite my line of work, I enjoy a good detective novel. Trouble is, there aren’t many about. More accurately, there aren’t many recent examples of good crime fiction about. Tess Gerritsen’s fucking awful. Lee Child’s gash. They’re terribly written and really, really far too long.

CN: There’s certainly a fashion for longer books these days, and I can’t see an obvious reason for it myself. I mean, in that people have less spare time and have short attention spans. They’re downsizing everything or even dropping physical formats in many other areas – music, for example. Minimalism’s hip again. I can’t believe that publishers are truly trying to push the idea that a huge books represents ‘value for money.’ What’s more, most of my favourite books are shorter, certainly under 300 pages. That short sharp shock…

BT: Yeah. They’re all putting out these doorstop books, 500 pages plus. Even kids books! I mean, J. K. Rowling…

CN: Don’t start me….

BT: Ok. But I think economics is definitely a factor. Not necessarily value for money per se, but publishers aren’t willing to spend the money employing editors who’ll be strict and insist authors cut their manuscripts down. And most writers tend to waffle. Writing something short and punchy takes discipline.

CN: I saw your manuscript in draft stages, and whatever work was required, length was never an issue. Would you say you have discipline?

BT: Hell yeah!

CN: How long did it take for you to write the book?

BT: Well, I had the idea a fair while ago, but was far too busy. When I set myself the task of actually getting it all down, it took six weeks from start to finish. There were a couple of weeks spent on each round of edits, but not much. Ten weeks in all.

CN: The great pulp authors used to churn them out at a phenomenal rate…

BT: True. In that sense, I guess you could call me a method writer. As I said, I can’t abide the current crop of crime authors and much prefer the older ones – Spillane, Chandler, McBain, they really could knock ‘em out. And the speed of writing in many ways dictated the style, they’re intrinsically linked.

CN: So it’s fair to say that on this basis you’re not wholly averse to genre fiction?

BT: It is. Learning the formula does require some degree of skill. It’s also necessary to learn the formula in order to fuck with it.

CN: And you fuck with it royally in ‘THE BASTARDIZER.’

BT: Kind of you to say so. I do, it’s true.

CN: Would you care to talk me through that?

BT: Not a lot to say. It’s clinical. It’s brutal. It’s life. It’s postmodern, post-CSI crime fiction. With an absurd plot-twist.

CN: About that…?

BT: Some readers will no doubt hate it. But it serves several purposes. One, I had to wrap the book up, and fast. Two, I’m merging fact and fiction throughout the book. Sometimes it’s blatant, sometimes it’s more subtle. But I wanted to really bring that to the fore in the finale. Third, a lot of the current crop present their crime fiction as being somehow ‘realist,’ then completely lose it in the final twist. I mean, Gerritsen’s ‘Body Double.’ Who the fuck’s gonna buy that ending? But the reviews all go on about how it’s a tense thriller, rather than a tense thriller (it isn’t, it’s flabbily written and would have worked better without the romance chick-lit shit in, thus cutting about a hundred and fifty pages) with a wanky and unbelievable ending. I wanted to take the piss out of that by coming up with an even more far-fetched ending. Finally, there’s a lot of great crime fiction with ridiculously far-fetched endings. Spillane’s ‘The Body Lovers’ is a favourite example of mine.

CN: The elements of fact and fiction, as you say, do blur, but there are points where there are a lot of ‘factual’ elements that might appear fictive.

BT: That was the plan. It’s true: truth is stranger than fiction. All the medical stuff, that’s based on fact. Again, people have got accustomed to technical elements following CSI and all that sort of thing. Obviously, I’m taking it to the next level.

CN: And the Michael Jackson stuff..?

BT: Fact. The Michael Jackson character wasn’t called Michael Jackson at first. I changed the name a few days before he croaked. I considered changing it again but decided against it. So I started researching the phenomenon, the near-exponential rise in Google hits immediately after his death. That’s all fact, and my own research. It was too good to waste.

CN: Are you worried that it may provoke controversy?

BT: No. Controversy’s good for sales, isn’t t?

‘THE BASTARDIZER’ by Bill Thunder is out on 17th August on Clinicality Press as a Clinicality Press Pocket Edition priced £4.99



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Strong Feelings Expressed with Strong Words: ‘Paper Cuts’ by Constance Stadler

Constance Stadler has been nothing if not prolific of late, producing a clutch of chapbooks that have demonstrated her remarkable capacity to weave magical and often potent word-webs. Impressively, quantity has not been at the expense of quality. If anything, her words grow stronger with each publication as she continues to perfect her craft.

So when she says that ‘Paper Cuts’ is her strongest work to date, she’s absolutely right. This isn’t mere hyperbole, but emblematic of her acute awareness, not just of herself, but of the world around her. It’s this awareness that fills her poetry and imbues it with a rare humanity.

What’s most apparent with Stadler’s latest offering is that it sees her truly pushing herself as a writer. This self-challenging manifests not only in terms of the expression of deep, heart-felt emotions, but in terms of her range of expression and voice(s). Not that she is ever less than magnificently eloquent: the fierce intellect that is Stadler’s trademark informs every word in this collection. Indeed, it is this intellect and the aforementioned awareness that enables her to glide seamlessly between densely-weighted epics such as ‘Bed and Breakfast,’ an intricately detailed piece that is more like a painting executed with the smallest, most painstaking of brushstrokes, to brief snapshots, the likes of ‘Fallows.’

However, as ever with Constance’s writing, she’s at her best when she’s channelling the purest of emotions, and there’s much love and much anger here, in almost equal measure. As titles such as ‘A Love Dismembered’ indicate, there’s a forceful passion behind both, and through this she reminds us just how close opposite feelings really are to one another, and how readily joy can become pain, love turn to hate, tenderness to violence. Moreover, she expresses with a rare clarity how these conflicting emotional states not only co-exist, but can be experienced simultaneously. It is this that places this collection of poetry in the realm of not just true art, bur great art. The reader cannot take these poems a mere observer: no, to read Stadler’s words is to feel. This isn’t simply art: this is life.

‘Paper Cuts’ is out now as a free e-book on Calliope Nerve Media.

Plagiarism? Pastiche? Clinicality Press Push it with ‘The Bastardizer’

So perhaps I’m rather biased where this book’s concerned. After all, I was one of the first to adopt ‘clinical brutality’ as a mode of writing, and I’m not wholly disconnected from all that Clinicality Press does.

Nevertheless, I knew that I had in my possession something special when I first saw an early manuscript for ‘The Bastardizer.’ Really, it packs some clout from the very start, and the plot’s got more twists and turns than I care to count. Yet there’s a lot more to it than plot. Indeed, it’s all in the telling. Like ‘Columbo,’ it’s not about getting to the end, it’s the circuitous route that makes it really interesting.

Crime fiction is huge right now, and while I really dig the ‘classics,’ the pulp masters like Mickey Spillane, much of the contemporary stuff coming through is painfully cliché, and, worse still, ball-achingly long. Tess Gerritson and her ilk really aren’t a patch on McBain or Chandler. And while Ellroy has the clipped narrative down brilliantly, I’d much rather have seen ‘American Tabloid’ done in half the word count. The simple fact is that I’ve always much preferred the punchier pulpier stuff. Under 200 pages with really succinct narrative and snappy dialogue was always what did it for me.

It was reading Stewart Home’s ‘Slow Death’ that proved to be a pivotal moment for me: that a book was a revelation to me, in that it showed how it was possible to be at once clichéd and innovative. Insofar as parody and pastiche are concerned, Home’s early works scale truly admirable heights. So when I saw ‘The Bastardizer,’ I knew it had to be.

While perhaps not as trashy in its style as Home, or as superabundant in its use of cliché, Thunder’s debut at once reinvigorates and exhausts the well-worn detective / crime fiction genre, presenting a classic pulp first-person narrative with a contemporary and deeply misanthropic twist. Thunder doesn’t make any attempt to be a likeable or sympathetic narrator, but given the series of loathsome characters he comes face to face with, his stance seems justified, and in comparison to these other characters – even the good guys, including the intelligent but foul Roger Gash, he’s positively chummy.

The concept of clinical brutality emerged in the late ‘90s. It wasn’t hip to get factual in the middle of an action sequence back then. But this is the post-CSI generation. ‘The Bastardizer’ pushes the idea of incorporating technical biological detail to the point of absurdity, and yet delivers its mockery with a completely straight face. I daresay this will confuse a few people.

Similarly, I daresay the whole ‘Michael Jackson’ element of the story will prove problematic for some. Yes, a central thread of the story sees Thunder on the hunt for a missing man called Michael Jackson. Much dark hilarity ensues. What makes Thunder’s narrative unusual – apart from the attention to the most curious of detail – is his tendency for digression. In fact, it’s often easy to get carried away on the epic and often rather bizarre diversions and forget about the plot. This is perhaps as well, as there are points when the plot is clearly secondary to the action and the narrative form, and the ending comes as nothing if not a surprise. Yes, its far-fetched, but no more far-fetched than, say. Spillane’s ‘The Body Lovers.’ Of course, that’s the whole point. It’s designed to be ridiculous just as the extreme violence is designed to shock. What’s more it, succeeds.

Mediocre crime fiction it ain’t. If the prose was any more hard-boiled, demolition companies would be buying up copies of this book and using them as wrecking balls. I’m not kidding when I say this book should be huge. The question is, is the world ready for it?




‘The Bastardizer’ by Bill Thunder is out in August as a pocket edition on Clinicality Press, and will be followed by a trade paperback edition Spring 2010.

Critical Acclaim

Well sales and the adulation of a legion of fans is all very nice, I’m sure, but critical acclaim is where it’s at. That’s generally because the latter is, more often than not, the route to the former.

It’s always interesting to see what critics – and readers, for that matter – make of a piece of work, and with a book as unconventional and challenging as ‘THE PLAGIARIST’ this is amplified. So it’s gratifying to see that Paige Lovitt at Reader Views managed to get a handle on it and make some quite complimentary comments in her review over here: http://www.readerviews.com/ReviewNosniborThePlagiarist.html.

World domination must surely be only a short way off now…

Today’s the Day… Flooding the Market

Today is the
day that ‘Before the Flood’ is officially unleashed. Although the same
number of pages as its predecessor, ‘Lust for Death,’ it’s priced
fractionally cheaper in line with reduced production costs. This is not
indicative of lower quality, however. An epic monologue on existence,
art and life, ‘Before the Flood’ is a unique prose piece. This pamphlet
is strictly limited to 25 copies and can only be purchased via THIS
LINK: http://christophernosnibor.co.uk/aboutus.aspx

Get it while it’s hot…..

CN

Amazon Adenture – Up the Creak with a Borrowed Paddle

One of the reasons I like to be closely involved with the publication of my work is that I like the degree of control it affords me, over so many of the details I consider important. The design, the marketing, and perhaps most importantly, what actually goes out are all things I like to keep a close eye on. And if there are any shortcomings in any of these, I’ve no-one to blame but myself – which means I’m not going to fall out with anyone over a bad job, etc., etc., provided I’m willing and able to accept my own limitations.

Sometimes, however, it’s good to relinquish some of that control. Sometimes, things happen that are beyond my control, without my intervention. This is why when Lulu, who I use for all of my PoD requirements, notified me that THE PLAGIARIST had been selected for a pilot involving Amazon marketplace, I decided to let it run, rather than opting out. And I’m glad I did. UK sales via Amazon.co.uk are actually up, after a quiet spell and after a period where I’ve not really been promoting the book.

I was similarly surprised today to find that someone’s added a second entry for Bad Houses over on Amazon.com, as well as there now being a listing for the hardback edition of THE PLAGIARIST. This is great, as Clinicality and I jointly agreed not to obtain an ISBN for this instead deciding to focus finance and energy on the mainstream ‘mass-market’ paperback a few months later.

Perhaps most remarkably, C.N.N. can now also be purchased as ‘New and Used’ on Amazon.com. This was entirely self-published, and again, I didn’t see it as a work that warranted an ISBN, and without an ISBN, you can’t get your book listed anywhere, and this includes Amazon. And now it’s here without my having to fork out. Great! Given that promotion for C.N.N. was minimal, sales never really took of, and I had been considering pulling the publication entirely. But now I think I shall leave it, at least for the time being, and see what happens.

High Anxiety

A week and a day to the official launch of my new pamphlet, ‘Lust for Death’ and one can’t help but wonder how it will be received. Standard writer’s wrorries, I’m sure. But when you’re going it alone with a self-published work, and a piece that’s actually involved a degree of financial risk to it really does hit home that there’s much scope for failure, and if it does prove disastrous, you’ve only got yourself to blame.
 
One reason I like to keep busy, other than working on the premise that if I have enough material out in the public domain I have a better chance of people accidentally discovering ymy work and actually liking it, is that fear of failure. The flops can be buried amongst the successes, or at least swept along by the blizzard of output and forgotten about. Well, that’s the theory.
 
I’m learning the hard way that while the Internet may be the medium where it’s at, and that it’s an amazing way of connecting with a global market that it would have previously been impossible to tap into, the sheer volume of material on the Internet – not to mention the volume of free material available on the Internet – makes it increasingly difficult to convince punters to part with their money. They expect free music. Hell, I expect free music. And they expect free writing. And yes, I expect free writing too. But I also do my level best to support independent writers I admire, and to buy their stuff when it comes to print.
 
So, only 25 copies of ‘Lust for Death.’ I’m not going to get rich off it, that’s for sure. But while my site and my MySpace blog receive hundreds of hits per week, there’s no guarantee of those hits translating to sales. There have been advance orders, which is pleasing. But how long it will take to empty the box containing all the copies ever produced…. well that remains to be seen, and is a cause of some anxiety. Think it’s time for a large Laphroaig. Cheers!
 
 
CN
 
 
 
 
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