Tuesday, January 5, 2021
2020 kicked our ass but if you're reading this then by god you're still alive and kicking.
I hope you stay safe and sane in 2021.
I know I haven't been very productive in 2020, I've kind of been hunkering down with my family but as the situation improves I will try to do better in the new year with new books and short stories.
And if I make it to Ireland this year I promise I'll conduct that free walking tour of the Duffyverse that we were planning for 2020.
Please look after yourselves until then.
Sláinte is táinte...
Friday, October 16, 2020
I'm afraid I cannot be my usual glib, sarcastic self today. I'm in shock. (Happy shock.)
Over the last 48 hours The Chain won the Ned Kelly Award, The Barry Award and The Macavity Award to go with the Theakston Crime Novel of the Year Award and the ITW Crime Novel of the Year Award.
I can only express my gratitude to all the judges of these wonderful awards and of course a huge thank you to my loyal readers for sticking by me in the dark times.
Heartfelt love and thanks...Adrian...
Thursday, July 23, 2020
I am so grateful to every reader who has ever read any of my books. I am so grateful for every single review I've ever gotten (even the 1 stars, you know who you are, Kenny) and I am so lucky I stuck at this gig when I basically quit 2 1/2 years ago.
If you're a writer let me tell you its a long, tough, lonely road especially if you want to make a career out of it and you'll want to quit 1000 times but hang in there, if good things can happen to me they can happen to you too. I am blessed. Go raibh maith agat.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
But this is not my way.
I see things differently.
For me writing is nothing to do with deadlines and word counts and getting the job done. For me a writer is a shaman. A holy man. A holy woman. A witch. A writer has been given a staff made from meteor iron and with that stick she scratches a message into clay tablets and the tablets are baked and they are put in a library and the river moves and the city fails and the library’s pillars fall and the clay tablets lie buried in the sand for four thousand years until someone finds them and reads them and understands. You are telling them a story about life and death and the meaning of life. You are talking to them across the centuries.
Spacetime in our universe began 13 billion years ago and it will last in our universe for many trillions of years and, depending upon the variables of dark energy, it will come to an end in a big crunch or a slow, silent heat death. If Einstein’s equations are to be believed everything we say or do has already been done. The equations work equally well backwards or forwards in time. The universe has already died. And we died trillions of years ago, forgotten utterly, our actions, words, thoughts, completely vanished into the void. This is why what the writer does is sacred. What you’re doing isn’t writing a meaningless string of words. You’re scratching a message in the sand in defiance of the tide and the abyss. You can’t halt entropy but for a moment you can strike a match and wave it furiously in the blackness.
Look, look at this! The writer says. I am gone. We are gone. But we were here and we saw and we loved and laughed and we dreamed. We saw beauty and we experienced pain. And we were given a task by the ones who died next to us in the lifeboat: tell them about us.
Yeah, I know, I just write hack crime novels who am I to talk? But that's the whole point isn't it? It doesn't matter what you write about, it's your attitude. Your words could be smuggled on toilet paper out of prison to one old friend or they could be texted to a million followers as you ride the subway car. It's what you think about the words that counts. An audience of one is still an audience.
So I don’t see writing as just another job. I don’t write to fill my word count. I am on a sacred fucking mission. I’m waiting for the goddess. Because I believe in the goddess. I believe in ghosts. The ghosts of the ones who went before and the ones who have not yet come. And I will witness against the beast. And I will defy the darkness and I will tell our story.
I take up my meteor iron and I scratch marks onto sheets of blank paper and what I do is consecrated.
And I will try very hard to make it good.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
I understand times are tough for newspapers but I'm hoping that I can work this out with my employers and I can continue to print my book reviews here on the blog...
I promise to keep you updated and I apologize to everyone who has asked on twitter where the paywall free version of some of my reviews are to be found...until further notice perhaps nowhere.
Again I'm REALLY sorry about this. This was never an issue until the last few months.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Rusdhie is smaller than you’re expecting, with an impish, intelligent smile, and there’s something Tolkienesque about him that you can’t quite put your finger on
I get the impression that a lot of people tell Rushdie they are big fans but that, after a little interrogation, he discovers that they haven’t actually read his stuff
Quichotte is a funny book, maybe Rushdie’s funniest. He has always had a penchant for puns, literary allusions and the like, but the bit with the mastodons had me in stitches
I like complete and utter quiet on a fairly uncluttered desk. I start midmorning, and when I close the door the family knows not to disturb me unless the apartment is on fire
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Friday, July 26, 2019
who voted for me and best of luck to all the other books that were featured on the show.
I've had a lot of people on twitter saying they feel bad for me. Please don't feel bad for me. I am so lucky.
Two years ago I was broke, homeless and an ex writer. Now I'm writing again, my kids are happy, my wife has a new job and everything is great. This is all a huge bonus to me. I am a very very lucky guy. I am playing with house money. And I thank you all for your support through the tough times and now that things are starting to look up.
I owe my readers everything and I am lucky to have you guys and gals on my team.
If you want to continue to support me and my books you can leave me a review on amazon or good reads or audible or tell a friend about my books or ask your bookshop to carry them. Or just chill and live a good life and be kind.
Anyway its been an awesome and humbling ride and I sincerely thank you all.