I get very excited when I receive cover artwork. What writer wouldn’t? Here is the finalised version of the cover for the US and Canadian release of ‘Den of Wolves’, on sale there in June. This design will also form the cover of the Australian and New Zealand re-release, to coincide with the release of ‘Nest of Vipers’, in April.
And here is the finalised version of the cover for the Australian and New Zealand release of ‘Nest of Vipers’ in April, which is the same as the US and Canadian release of the book in August. I think it’s truly sumptuous.
Here’s the transcription of an interview I did recently with ABC Local Radio, here in Australia.
Q: Please describe what it is you do for a living?
A: I’m a popular writer – I write in the desperate hope it’ll make me popular. In my twenties this led me to write black comedy plays for Fringe Festivals where I’d sit in the back row and laugh loudly at all my own gags in order to give the audience the hint that I was a genius. In my thirties this same desperate hope led me to create characters, storylines and 1,500+ scripts for Aussie soap operas. When I regained my health and sanity again in my early forties I turned my still desperate search for popularity towards writing fiction, or more specifically, a series of “swords, sandals, sex & sin” novels set in ancient Rome. I think my desperate need is about to be met at long last with my books going global. Well, let’s hope so anyway.
Q: What was your first job?
A: As a drinks waiter at a Spanish-themed resort on the outskirts of Perth in 1984. Famous for its dancing Andalusian horses, working there was certainly colourful. The bastard of a manager called me “possum” (and not in a kind way) and I had to wear a sombrero on my head and say ‘Ola!’ with a tray of free sangria ready for when drunk wedding parties piled out of their tour buses. The stink of horse shit clung to every surface and the highlight of each evening was watching six hundred nannas get up to do the birdy dance. I’d probably be right into that now, but at the tender age of eighteen I was not enamoured. My WORST job was several years later as a kitchen hand in a café in one of Perth’s premier suburbs – run by Ivan the Terrible and his troll wife. I was sort of “forced” to take the job when the Department of Social Security felt that I had been benefiting from my “unofficial arts grant” (the dole) for too damn long. Consequently, I was grotesquely exploited, under paid and working eleven hour shifts without a break at this place. I had one of the first productions of my plays on at the time and Ivan the Terrible wouldn’t let me swap a shift so I could attend the opening night. I staged a vanishing act during the café’s rush hour, taking a tin of dolmades with me. I never went back.
Q: How did you come to be in your line of work?
A: From the age of fourteen I never wanted to do anything else. I discovered Noel Coward and Evelyn Waugh, and then a whole lot of other writers, and through them I realised the power and joy to be gained from using words to delight people. That desperate search for popularity began right there…
Q: Where did you grow up?
A: The Perth Hills, Western Australia. A semi-rural area, very attractive, which of course I was at pains to flee from as soon as I had means. What an ungrateful brat. Nature has had its revenge, however. Several years ago I moved to rural central Victoria, to a town that is almost exactly like the area I grew up in. My parents continue to find ironies in this.
Q: What is your father like?
A: Before he retired he was a very hard working public servant who stayed with the same WA Government Department for close to 40 years – an old-fashioned loyalty to his employer that I truly admire him for. He gave me his strong work ethic and his own deep love of words. He’s a bibliophile – he collects rather arcane books, many of them history-related, and all of which I suspect I’ll be left in his will.
Q: What is your mother like?
A: Determinedly optimistic – something she passed on to me. Before she retired she was a social worker at a big maternity hospital, helping young teenage mums. She gave me her love of (fictional) drama. She reads a novel a week and watches every drama that the ABC broadcasts. This meant that my childhood was very influenced by BBC “frock shows”, as I call them. I was instilled with a love for historical stories from a very early age, thanks to Mum.
Q: What were your grandparents like?
A: My grandfathers were before my time, but I was blessed with two wonderful grandmothers. Resilient, lovely women who had been through the Depression and WWII. Gran, my Mum’s mum, was an orphan, raised by Anglican nuns. That suggests a horrible childhood but it was anything but – her Children’s Home family numbered in the hundreds. Her own family has gone on to number several dozen, when all the generations are counted. We know absolutely nothing about her parents, sadly, which is a great mystery that my family would dearly love to solve. My Dad’s mum, Nana, was a young divorcee who did a million jobs to make ends meet, but always came back to pulling beers as a barmaid. She was born in London’s East End, which certainly coloured her approach to life. She was used to hard knocks but was also a very warm and loving – a “big” lady.
Q: Where did you go to school?
A: Eastern Hills Senior High School, which, at times, I have referred to as “Bogan Senior High School”, perhaps unfairly, though probably not. “Bogan” is an Australian word that doesn’t really translate very well. The best American equivalent is probably “red-neck”. This was a school that style passed by. It was stuck in a time warp in the early 80s, so I only pray it’s recovered now. I’m sure it has. Back then there was only a semblance of school uniform. Students instead wore tartan sheepskin jackets called “lumbies” and black desert boots. I remember I caused a minor sensation when I cut my hair to a short back and sides in 1983 – I’d betrayed the brotherhood of the mullet. Academic achievement was discouraged by the student body – if not the poor staff – along with creative endeavour and words of more than two syllables. I had a “posh” voice (I was told), clearly the result of watching too many BBC frock shows. You’d think such a school might have made up for a paucity of learning by excelling on the sporting field? Think again. We got slaughtered at every interschool carnival. Despite all this, it actually had some marvellous teachers. I was set on my path in life by several very dedicated English teachers who saw a spark of something in me and actively fanned it. I also had some utterly brilliant, like-minded friends. I’m rare among my contemporaries in that my old high school mates are still among my most treasured pals today – their friendship means all the more to me because it’s lasted close to thirty years.
Q: Cast your mind back to the school playground… are you in the ‘in-crowd’? The ‘sport’ crowd? The ‘clever’ crowd?…
A: At the time, certainly for my senior school years, I would have considered myself deeply of the “in crowd”. But I bet my observers may have held a very different view. I never hung out on the oval botting ciggies, it must be said, so that’s one level of “in” that I was out of. But all the same, I never lacked for party invitations either, and whenever I threw a party, man, that invite list was EXCLUSIVE.
Q: Have you travelled and seen much of the world?
A: Yes, but not as much as I would like. This is something I’m redressing – with help from my book sales, God willing. I’ve spent short stretches in Paris, London and Amsterdam. Plus even shorter stretches in Spain and Germany. I’ve been to Indonesia and I love New Zealand. In my twenties I never travelled when all my friends did – I was so obsessed with writing and chasing down every opportunity to make something of myself. So I missed out on carefree backpacking. Now I’m too damn old for youth hostels. It has to be fluffy bathrobes and turned down sheets for me all the way.
Q: Do you have a place you’d recommend for people to visit?
A: The Hotel New Amsterdam at the top of the Herrengracht, in the old part of the Dutch city. Get a canal room in summer and stay for two weeks, you won’t regret it. You look out through trees to a beautiful stretch of 17th Century canal-scape that gives you 24/7 people-watching, Netherlands style. That part of the world remains in sunshine til after midnight in summer and then the sun gets up again around 4.00am. You completely fall out of the habit of sleeping, but it doesn’t matter because the city is so stunningly lovely. It’s a stroller’s paradise. It’s a deviant’s paradise too, but I didn’t get up to any of that naughtiness. Well, not really. There was just this one Coffee Shop with a name that no ex-soapie writer could ever resist. It was called ‘Amnesia’…
Q: What do you do to relax?
A: I’m actually a keen gardener. At least I call it gardening, my other half would probably just call it “creative weeding combined with occasionally successful planting”. We have a very large garden and a dam. I also read a lot, walk my dogs in the bush, go out to dinner with friends. Does that sound insufferably middle-aged and middle class? Then good.
Q: If you could spend a day in the life of a character from a piece of fiction, who would you be and why?
A: I think I’d quite like to be Miss Agatha Runcible from Evelyn Waugh’s ‘Vile Bodies’. She spends the whole novel in a dizzy daze of cocktails and going to parties in airships etc, with all her Bright Young Thing mates. She makes comments like ‘that’s too, too sick-making’ or ‘that’s too, too jealous-making’. She’s a real hoot. She goes out in style too, ending up in a racing car rally by sheer misadventure and driving her vehicle into a tree. She’s euthanased in the last chapter, still holding her champagne glass and dancing the Charleston under the hospital sheets. All that sounds pretty good to me – for a day.
Q: If you could travel back in time and whisper something to a younger you, what might it be?
A: “Don’t dye your hair black in 1985 – you’ll actually look rather less ‘Beatles’ than you think you will, and a whole lot more Yoko Ono.”














