Ein Mann Von Welt (with English Subtitles) from Antoine Wilson on Vimeo. When my German publisher Suhrkamp / Insel asked me to introduce myself to the German readers of PANORAMA CITY (titled EIN MANN VON WELT over there), I couldn’t resist trying to speak their language. For the record, I speak not a word of German. Location: Oxnard, CA, standing in for the dunes of … Continue reading the german edition of me
So today I got an email from my old school writing homie John Woodward, sympathizing with my book trailer plight. Not only sympathizing, but linking to a trailer Woody himself threw together: THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANYTHING I AM WORKING ON. In exchange for his fine work, Woody gets my eternal gratitude.* *Which he had already. Continue reading I hereby invite any and all crowdsourced book trailers for PANORAMA CITY.
What is your idea of perfect happiness? I don’t have one. What is your greatest fear? Dying abruptly. Which living person do you most admire? My wife. What is the trait you most deplore in others? Salesmanship. What is your greatest extravagance? Custom-painted orange wheels on my white Audi station wagon. What is your favorite journey? Oman: Muscat and the Wahiba Sands. On what occasion … Continue reading proust questionnaire 2011
One of the pleasures of publishing a book is getting to hold a reading at your local bookshop. Family and friends show up, along with a few fans, former students, and, if it’s been promoted well, a handful of curious strangers. You sell books, which is nice. And no matter how modest your advance, or how small your pin on the publishing map, a good … Continue reading Why I Love Your Book Group
When you publish a book, and people read it, and they want to say nice things to you about it (or maybe they’re avoiding saying mean things about it), they often tell you that some part of your work reminds them of some other book they’ve read. These encounters can be some of the most satisfying kind a writer can have with a reader–especially when … Continue reading Why I Gave You that Blank Stare, and Why You Gave Me One, Too