My publisher Wolsak & Wynn is holding a Goodreads book giveaway for Has The World Ended Yet?, my new book. You could win one of 10 free copies. Hell, you could win all 10 free copies if you know how to game the system. I’m not sure what you would do with 10 copies – start a very niche bookstore?
Anyway, enter to win and all that. And leave a review if you’ve already read the book and liked it! Authors like things like good reviews because it shows us people aren’t just buying our books to prop up their wobbly Ikea furniture. Although I’m down with that, too. As long as you buy it. Or win it for free.
I’ll go along with any review of my book that says “in the tradition of writers such as Neil Gaiman.” Thanks, Vancouver Sun!
Peter Darbyshire’s short story collection Has the World Ended Yet? was my third cover for the Buckrider imprint. I was given a PDF of the manuscript, and my art direction from publisher Noelle Allen was “Paul had the idea of the cover being influenced by Weird Tales and having that fun, pulp feel.” (Paul being Senior Editor Paul Vermeersch).
With evocative story titles like “The Calling of Cthulhu,” “The Deity Salesmen Always Ring Twice,” and “You Shall Know Us by Our Vengeance,” as well as the eponymous “Has the World Ended Yet?,” I felt confident in putting together an appropriate apocalyptic pulpy cover.
“Manifestations of discarded, mythological histories that have risen up, unbidden and unwanted, to wreak havoc on characters already caught up in more everyday struggles.” – Quill & Quire review of my new book, Has the World Ended Yet?
(Photo is from the Paris Catacombs, when I was much younger and thinner.)
“Darbyshire (The Warhol Gang) delights in mashing pop-culture genres together, exposing profound truths beneath classic tropes in ways at once hilarious, weird, and heart-breaking.”
(Image via Pixabay)
True story: When I was younger I wanted to be a librarian but I wasn’t smart enough, so I became a writer instead. Writers know their own books but librarians know all the books.
Anyway, I’m in with some good company here. I want to read all these books – and this Tom Hanks fellow may have a future.
I’m thrilled to announce I’ll be taking part in the Trips to the Other World event at the 2017 Vancouver Writers Festival along with Lydia Kwa. Hosted by the always ethereal Sean Cranbury. I expect I’ll be talking about and reading from my new book, Has the World Ended Yet? Here’s the pitch:
Vancouver journalist Peter Darbyshire is also a blogger and author. His collection of 19 linked short stories, Has the World Ended Yet?, starts with retired superheroes living in a soulless suburbia where everyone gets lost trying to get home. Then the angels start to fall from the sky. Darbyshire weaves together superheroes, ghosts, the undead, a hired hitman, the Cold War, the rapture and avenging angels in a Twilight Zone-style collection that is riveting and human. Vancouver psychologist and author Lydia Kwa transports us to seventh-century China, which teems with magic, fox spirits and demons. Singapore-born Kwa updates traditional Chinese mythology to include female empowerment and a wickedly modern sensibility. Fantasy with a modern twist will be on full display this afternoon.
Saturday, Oct. 21
1398 Cartwright St.,
Be there or be in some alternate dimension.
Many years ago, I walked through a snowstorm one night in London, Ontario, to knock on a stranger’s door. The young man on the other side opened the door and looked me up and down. I think my shoes were covered in ice. I think my whole body was encrusted in ice, in fact. I was wearing a jean jacket and hoodie because I couldn’t afford a proper winter jacket.
“I’m here for the writing group,” I said, or words something to that effect.
I was a first year university student, splitting my time between taking English classes at the University of Western Ontario and working the night shift in an IGA grocery store. I’d gone back to school after a few years of working dead-end jobs (the night shift was actually the highlight, believe it or not) because I knew I had to do something to help realize my lifelong dream of being a writer. I worked all night filling shelves with Cheez Whiz, although somehow never enough Cheez Whiz — we always sold out. Always. When I was done my night shift, I hopped on the bus and went to Western, where I took English Lit classes because they didn’t have a creative writing degree. Sometimes I fell asleep in those classes. I really wanted to follow that dream, remember.
During one of my visits to the hallowed halls of the university, I noticed a poster on a wall advertising the meeting of a creative writing group. I can’t recall now if it had a number or an address or what on it, but somehow I found myself in that snowstorm, knocking on that door.
My life was a storm of other sorts back then: divorce, depression, loneliness, poverty — you name it, I had it. The only thing I had going for me was that dream of writing and of maybe publishing stories and books one day.
The man who opened the door and let me into the warmth and sanctuary of his home was Paul Vermeersch, a fellow Western student and an aspiring poet. He warmed me up with hot chocolate and cheered me with conversation, and eventually a few other people arrived and we had some sort of meeting.
I can’t recall too many details of that first meeting, as I was half-frozen and hoping Paul wasn’t a killer who advertised for his victims in universities. But I recall many of the moments from our long friendship that began that night. The numerous other meetings we had as we grew that little writing group and formed wonderful, deep and lasting relationships with other aspiring writers, such as Jonathan Bennett. The basement arts office we hung out in, the walls of which we covered in our favourite literary quotes — “Poor Grendel has had an accident.” The basement apartment we shared when we lived together in Toronto. The IV Lounge Reading Series we ran together for a time in Toronto, although Paul was really the driving force of that. The other writers’ book launches we went to, and then our own book launches, as we both realized our dreams of becoming writers. (I should have dreamed of something more lucrative, damn it!) When Paul let me into his home that night, he saved me from more than one storm.
I’ve kept in touch with Paul even though I live on the West Coast now, and he still remains one of my dearest friends. So I was delighted when he became an editor at Wolsak & Wynn and asked me if I wanted to publish with them. How could I say no to that? It’s the sort of thing that would have been unimaginable to me when I knocked on that door during that snowstorm all those years ago. And it was exactly the sort of thing I’d been dreaming about all my life.
So I’m happy to announce that I’ll be publishing a collection of short stories with Wolsak & Wynn in the fall of 2017. It’s called Has the World Ended Yet? and that’s all I’m going to say about it for now.
Here’s to dark and stormy nights.