This week’s guest posts come courtesy of Ned Beauman, author of the novel Boxer, Beetle, which came out earlier this month and was described by the Sunday Times as “original, exhilarating and hugely enjoyable”. He has worked as an editor at Dazed & Confused and AnOther Man and has written for dozens of other magazines and newspapers.
What have you got planned this week?
I’m interviewing two indie rock queens for Dazed & Confused. I’m reading a biography of Cornelius Vanderbildt. I’m going to two Szechuan restaurants. And I’m keeping a girl with a broken foot company, because otherwise I’m worried she might go a bit Rear Window.
What do your parents think you do?
I come from a whole family of writers so actually I have no trouble explaining what I do. Although I suppose my mum, who is a biographer, might be alarmed if she knew how little time I actually spend working.
Who do you look like?
Ross Hancock from the third series of Sky One’s Project Catwalk. In other words, like Jake Gyllenhaal if you bought him from a Hackney pound shop.
What’s your favourite sense?
Spider-sense.
Tell us something people don’t know about you…
I get worse ‘red wine mouth’ than anyone you’ve ever met.
Did your education count?
I didn’t do a creative writing course, but I studied philosophy at university and that was great. Nietzsche, Hume, Mackie, Kripke, Rawls – they’re my boys for life.
What word can’t you spell?
Gyllenhaal.
Tell us a good fact
Raymond Chandler used to keep a notebook of good titles for crime stories. One that he wrote down but never used was ‘Twenty Inches of Monkey’.
What’s next?
I’m about half way through my second book, The Teleportation Accident, which is an attempt to demolish the foundations of my first, and should come out in 2012. I’ve also got short stories coming out in a few places, including You Are The Friction.
What’s your ‘Plan B’?
I used to be a magazine journalist, so maybe that, but I love animals deeply and if fiction didn’t work out I was planning to quit my job and go off to volunteer at an orangutan sanctuary somewhere. I still might. Or I might start one of my own and call it ‘Raymond Chandler’s Twenty Inches of Monkey’.