At Un aller-retour dans le noir today, my book Le Champion Nu, which I wrote 32 years ago, won the Prix Marianne. Pau is a beautiful city, and the festival is a marvel (amazing to see so many people of all ages who’re serious about books), and I’ve made some new friends.
Speaking of friends… I’m immensely grateful to Mikael Demets, my editor at Editions Tusitala for publishing this book and Le livre de l’homme, and to the great Laurence Viallet, who translated them. Nine bows.
In the summer of 1989, I finished writing my second novel, The Champion's New Clothes. It was a few months before my first, Of Darkness and Light, was published by Bloomsbury. They bought the second one right away, but took almost two years to publish it. Scotland on Sunday called it “entertaining, raw and punkish,” with “scenes of rampant evil.” It soon went out of print, and remained so for more than a decade.
My publisher, Dockyard Press, has a blog called The Harbourmaster's Loug, which, since starting in November, has published work by an impressive variety of writers. From me there's an essay about why I left America and returned to Glasgow after 22 years, a short story updating William Hope Hodgson's Carnacki the Ghost-Finder to contemporary Scotland, and a poem.