Yep, it’s rubber-hose time, folks: a rapid-fire Q&A for those shifty-looking usual suspects ...
What crime novel would you most like to have written?
THE WOMAN CHASER, by Charles Willeford.
What fictional character would you most like to have been?
Sheriff Lou Ford.
Who do you read for guilty pleasures?
No such thing, reading is a virtue, even reading crap.
Most satisfying writing moment?
Tapping out ‘The end’.
The best Irish crime novel is …?
Here I’m going out on a limb … THE MANGAN INHERITANCE by Brian Moore, an ex-pat Irishman turned Canadian who finished his days in Santa Barbara. It’s not even a genre book, and it sold damned few copies. Nonetheless it’s a fine novel, violent and creepy, and I once met him and told him I liked it and he told me I was pretty much alone in that.
What Irish crime novel would make a great movie?
Any of Ken’s …. I suppose CALIBRE would be next in line.
Worst / best thing about being a writer?
The hours. Best and worst both.
The pitch for your next book is …?
A guy walks into a bar.
Who are you reading right now?
Rudy Wurlitzer, Laura Lippman and Rick DeMarinis (if you have not read DeMarinis, what the fuck are you waiting for?).
God appears and says you can only write OR read. Which would it be?
Read. Are you kidding me?
The three best words to describe your own writing are …?
Ha ha ha.
Scott Phillips’ COTTONWOOD is published by Ballantine.
“Burke shows again that he’s not just a comic genius, but also a fine dramatic writer and storyteller.” – Booklist. “Prose both scabrous and poetic.” – Publishers Weekly. “Proust meets Chandler over a pint of Guinness.” – Spectator. “A sheer pleasure.” – Tana French. “Among the most memorable books of the year, of any genre.” – Sunday Times. “A hardboiled delight.” – Guardian. “Imagine Donald Westlake and Richard Stark collaborating on a screwball noir.” – Kirkus Reviews. “A cross between Raymond Chandler and Flann O’Brien.” – John Banville. “The effortless cool of Elmore Leonard at his peak.” – Ray Banks. “A fine writer at the top of his game.” – Lee Child.