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This song reminds me of Montreal

This song reminds me of Montreal

Former Fall Out Boy, Patrick Stump, now has a solo career that I much prefer to his FOB-fronting days. Although he’s a bit too skinny now, I think his lyrics are much better. I loved him as a dirty-blonde, slightly pudgy dude with glasses; eff the overly perfect persona.

It’s clear he loves Michael Jackson, but then again, who doesn’t?

Anyway. Listen up, Montreal:

P.S. I know this song is about Chicago, but you can insert any city you happen to love, in your mind. Hence the song’s genius.

Ontario kills prostitution law!

Ontario kills prostitution law!

In a majorly awesome announcement today, Ontario’s Superior Court struck down the messy and dangerous prostitution laws that have been on Canada’s books since time immemorial.

Dominatrix Terri-Jean Bedford helped fight the unjust prostitution laws, and is glad to see them finally toppled

As the Globe and Mail put it:

“The ruling means that the law can no longer be enforced in Ontario. If the decision were to be upheld on appeal, it would topple the use of the prostitution provisions across the country.”

Hot diggity damn! Does this mean Quebec (the home province to Sin City of the North, Montreal) could be next to enforce good judgment upon its currently underground city of pimps and prostitutes? We can only hope. Of course, that would make the seedy underbelly that provides the background for my book a thing of the past…

… which would only increase its value as a historical document. Pre-order your copy today to get in on this action!

Chapter 7: Daniel Allen Cox

Chapter 7: Daniel Allen Cox

One of my literary heroes, Daniel Allen Cox, is featured in this week’s “Three Dollar Bill” column in the Hour. Daniel’s latest book is called Krakow Melt, and I’m eagerly awaiting my review copy from his publisher, having absolutely adored his previous book, Shuck (which I reviewed on Black Heart’s website).

Daniel Allen Cox (photo by Dallas Curow)

Daniel is someone whose career I’ve been fortunate enough to follow from its early beginnings: hawking his novella, Tattoo This Madness In, at Montreal’s Expozine; baking me delicious carrot-cake cupcakes (with cream cheese icing!) as a thank-you for reviewing his book in The Link back when I was their Literary Arts editor; shucking his pants at readings for Shuck, etc. He’s also someone whom I’d consider a mentor, as I’ve been quietly observing his success and thinking about how similar we really are.

For instance, we both:

  • Posed nude for some skin mags to raise our profiles, though we ultimately aimed at writing careers (hey, it made sense back in the day!)
  • Wrote columns for Canadian newspapers (his “Fingerprinted” column can be found in Xtra!; my “V for Vixen” has been put to rest, but is still archived at Hour‘s website)
  • Created semi-autobiographical characters to describe our sexy experiences, in novel form

That last one is the reason I mention Daniel, because I’ve fictionalized him in Naked Montreal, and I just wanted to share a few words on the subject.

For the rest? You’ll just have to buy a copy of the book.

I can make a million for you overnight

I can make a million for you overnight

I can make a million for you overnight.

That’s a line from the Beatles’ excellent song, Paperback Writer, but it got me thinking when a friend posted it as her Facebook status the other day. The concept of the song is that an aspiring writer has sent a letter to a publisher, along with his manuscript, and is promising that it will be their next Big Thing, therefore they should buy it and make him a real, live Paperback Writer.

This encapsulates the ultimate writer’s dilemma: if you’re writing a kick-ass book that could make a million for someone overnight, shouldn’t that someone be YOU?

Yeah, that’s kinda what I thought, too. Which is why I decided to self-publish my book, Naked Montreal, and do all the promotion myself (BTW, you can buy a copy of this excellent book in advance right here!), despite the fact that traditional publishing definitely has its assets (i.e. you get to concentrate on writing, rather than marketing and selling the book). I’ve self-published stuff before (see: Black Heart Magazine), and it’s not as hard as traditional publishers would like to have you believe. In fact, it’s even easier now that you can do print-on-demand (though I’m still torn on whether or not I dig that particular approach).

Previously, I had spoken to a traditional publisher in Montreal about working together on my book. I was told that if I found a “partner” to help pony up half the cash required to print the project, we could move forward. To me, that was a total non-starter. I mean, if I had this mystery backer to begin with, why would I need this publishing house? My partner and I could go it alone, me doing the writing and my partner handling the financial end of things, and promote it together. We’d both make more money this way, and this publisher wouldn’t be profiting off my work for no reason.

Ultimately, I guess it all comes down to this: I’m not at all against traditional publishing, so long as it actually helps the writer promote his or her work and get it out to the right audience. But if traditional publishing is like the proposal I received from the publisher mentioned above, then why bother? A small press isn’t going to have the money to send you on much of a book tour (if any), and a big press is just going to go through the motions because you’re not their bestselling author. With either approach, I’m not sure where the benefit is to the author, except in not having to logistically plan out your own readings, getting your books into stores, and the other assorted crap work associated with getting your book out of your basement and into the hands of your public—things that suck to do, but which the writer of the book is probably best qualified to do anyway.

I think, really, it’s all about the way writers view the concept of selling. They tend to view it as shilling, as shady, as some pushy salesperson in a bad tie sweating to close the deal. And it doesn’t have to be. It’s not simple, but it’s not really rocket science either, is it?

In the end, if I make a million bucks overnight, that would be awesome. Then I shall retire to the country and work on my next opus, thereby making myself a multi-millionaire. Realistically, that’s not going to happen. So while I’m not quite as naïvely hopeful as the dude in Paperback Writer, I do think that if properly done, I could make a couple thousand on my book, and maybe even “overnight.” Self-publishing writers do this on a more regular basis than the media want us to believe. Just ask Bobbie Christensen, who makes a living writing and selling her own books, and giving guest lectures on the subjects of her books—including how to write, publish and sell your own books.

“I can make a thousand for you overnight” just doesn’t have quite the same ring as McCartney’s line, though, so I’m sticking to this mantra for now. Thanks, Paul.

Reading as Rx

Reading as Rx

The latest issue of ReadyMade features a piece called “Required Reading,” which highlights a London institution called The School of Life, where “bibliotherapists” prescribe books to their “patients.” Give your bibliotherapist a list of your reading preferences and some life goals, and you’ll get your own personalized reading list. Hot, right?

Unfortunately for the broke-asses of the world, bibliotherapy—like most legitimate forms of therapy—doesn’t come cheap. For a remote session, it’s £40 (about $62 US), and you get 40 minutes to talk life, the universe and everything via phone or Skype with your bookish shrink. I’m intrigued by the concept, but sort of irritated by the price. After all, you can get book recommendations from everyone and their dog for free, including some quality recs from the bookish types at both the library and your local bookstore, for the mere price of a conversation.

So while I commend The School of Life for doing this kind of work (and particularly for their ingenius way of parting the rich from their riches), I figured I could offer a one-off service similar to theirs for absolutely free. Thus I present to you the

Laura Roberts Rx Reading List, the Cure For What Ails Ya

(Provided that “what ails ya” is mostly existential angst and not anything requiring professional medical help, of course.)

  1. Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen: Duh, you knew this one was going to top the list. While it likely won’t cure you (and has even been known to increase one’s dissatisfaction with the state of the world), it’ll certainly shake you loose of the average everyday existence you’ve been digging through. That ain’t ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars, my friend. It’s pain, and it’s time to face it. Try religion, try sex, try the therapeutic (or insane) musings of your best friend, try living in a treehouse in the dead of a Montreal winter. Try fireworks. Try painting a model with nail polish. Try everything. Try nothing. Try this.
  2. 101 Things To Do Before You Die by Richard Horne: Okay, so you’re more of a To-Do List type? But you’re also a bit lazy and want someone to make a Bucket List for you? Solution: buy this book. It’s got a page for each item you must complete before your death, a handy checklist in the back, and even a pocket list to keep yourself up to date at all times. Seems to me they must have an iPhone app for this by now, but the only one I found was both unaffiliated with this book and poorly rated, so let’s just leave it alone and give you the website for recent updates.
  3. The Playwright’s Guidebook by Stuart Spencer: This is for all your writers out there. Yes, I know, it’s about playwriting specifically. But don’t scratch it off your list if you write short stories or even poems. It’s essential reading for all writers looking to build dramatic stories, because it discusses Aristotle’s Poetics in a modern way. (If you don’t know wtf the Poetics are, and you’ve been through any type of creative courses in your life, then god help you, cus your teachers have all had their heads up their asses.) Plus, Spencer is incredibly well-read and peppers his pointers with references to well-known works you should have already read, thereby suggesting in a very subtle way that if you haven’t, you should, forthwith. Seriously, dudes, it’s a creative writing degree in a book, probably the only practical book I’ve saved from my own days as a university writing student, which I reference whenever I find myself in a jam, and it’s totally worth the $16 to get a copy. (Actually, there’s one for only $8.49 at Amazon if you hurry.) All the rest are, as they say in Philosophy circles, mere footnotes to Plato (who was Aristotle’s teacher).
  4. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse: I’m not one to quote the Bible, and while I’ve done my time studying its ins and outs like a good little Catholic girl, the whole concept of a Judeo-Christian god who’s both parent and punisher of so-called moral wrongs has never done much for me. Buddhism, on the other hand, with its acceptance of duality, the concepts of good and evil as two sides of the same coin, of circles of repeated patterns, and a complex understanding of the ebb and flow of the world we know and experience, well, that’s another kettle of fish. Personally, I think Western ways of thinking are deeply flawed, particularly when it comes to the belief that all forward motion necessarily equals progress. Nuh-uh, man. It’s a ladder; you go up, you go down, you rest on a rung, you throw the ladder away completely… you pick it back up again. Anyway, if you want a brief intro to the ideas and life of the Buddha, read a Westerner’s take on it in Siddhartha.
  5. Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain: Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, travel, food. Anyone who doesn’t see that this is pretty much the ideal life has clearly lost the plot, is off the rails, is in need of this book—and possibly a slap upside the head. Tony has recently penned a sequel, called Medium Raw, which I haven’t yet read, but like all sequels… how good could it be? (Okay, knowing Tony, it probably kicks ass. But still: you’ve gotta read the original first.) Anyone who is currently writing about food and cooking owes Bourdain a debt of gratitude for busting down the doors to the CIA (that’s the Culinary Institute of America, not the Central Intelligence Agency) and shining a flashlight on their methods and practices. He’s shown us what it really looks like in the kitchens of high and low restaurants throughout the U.S. and around the world, and he’s given us the straight dope on why you should never order fish on Monday, much less hit up a bargain sushi place. Read this book and you’ll find out how to cook and eat like a pro, what to avoid in restaurants and how to cook it at home. You’ll also get a shit ton of insane stories about the lives of pro chefs from all over the place, and you’ll probably want to join up. There are worse things in life than owning your own flexible boning knife.
  6. Naked Montreal by Laura Roberts: C’mon, this was a gimmie, people! Once again, you should pre-order your copy of my book (personally inscribed by the author, with or without smeary lipstick kiss as you prefer!), because: a) it will make you appear sexy to your friends and lovers, b) it will make you appear jaded and hipsterly on public transport, c) it will cause your co-workers to re-evaluate their previous impressions of you and put you into the hot, steamy and potentially-dateworthy category. SHAZAM! Here’s the link to press to buy (the Paypal button is a bit of a scroll down, but it’s there, I swear).

Now get out there and start reading your way to a better life!

Oh, and if you do happen to have the scratch for a full-on bibliotherapy session of your own, you can set up an appointment by emailing bibliotherapy@theschooloflife.com. Do tell what you’ve learned, if you’re the oversharing type; I’d love to hear the juicy details!

Cover photographer found

Cover photographer found

STOP THE PRESSES!

(I’ve always wanted to say that.)

I’ve found my cover photographer, and his name is *safe solvent™. We are currently collaborating on what is sure to become the world’s most awesome book cover EVER, based on an idea for an image that came to me while I was working at one of my two bill-paying day-jobs. I guess total drudgery can be inspirational after all.

In any case, he is currently rustling up some conceptual sketches to make sure we’re both on the same page, contacting possible cover models (could it be YOU?!), and scouting costumes and locations for the most sexually-suggestive shoot ever conducted in la belle ville this side of a Black Heart Magazine cover.

So prepare yourselves for greatness, my pouting mouth-shaped island-dwelling pals, and stay tuned for a sneak peek of this oh-so-sweet cover pic, coming soon to nakedmontreal.net!

Pre-Order Naked Montreal Today

Pre-Order Naked Montreal Today

BIG NEWS: Naked Montreal will be officially be published at the end of August!

But it’s only April. So what’s an interested party to do until then? Why, pre-order the book, of course.

Naked Montreal will retail for $19.95 + $5 shipping, beginning in August 2010, but for those who pre-order now, the cost will be a mere $14.95—with shipping included!

What’s Naked Montreal all about, and why should you buy a copy? For one, you’ll get expanded interviews with many of the exciting sex workers, burlesquers, and gadabouts Laura interviewed for her “V for Vixen” column (circa 2007-2009). But that’s not all! You’ll also receive:

  • Full-color photos of some of Montreal’s hottest performers, perverts, and scenesters;
  • Tantalizing recommendations on where to dine for an erotic evening out;
  • Saucy suggestions for where to book a room when things get hot and heavy;
  • Tips on where to shop for everything from formal and fetishwear to erotic essentials; and
  • The inside scoop on where Montreal’s beautiful people live, lust and lounge!

Whether you’re looking to explore the city’s nightlife, performing arts, specialty shopping, kinky side or romantic old-world sights, Naked Montreal‘s got it all, from the tip of your corset to the toe of your stiletto heels. Reserve your autographed copy today for just $14.95!