Archive for December, 2010

Acting Showreel–2010 update

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010

I’m just throwing this up to point people to who may want to see this on YouTube and not my site (Vincent Eaton), which has more info on it about my acting.


Click here to have an actual look at the video….


Sneaking it out when less folks are around during holidays…

Puppy Dead! Video story….

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010




Wrote a short-short story a while back called Puppy’s Dead.


Seems to be one of the more popular stories–at least people keep coming back for it.


So I’ve made a little video of it. Did the voice over myself.


CLICK HERE TO SEE IT.


Hope you enjoy. Thanks for coming by. –Vincent

Podcast/audio clips: Brussegem, a snug hell: Part Three, Chapter 7

Sunday, December 12th, 2010

….continuing where we left off last week, another free audio clip from my novel, Brussegem, a snug hell — below you’ll find Chapter 7, and it is the last in this series (I’ll have more audio of my next book, “The Boy in the Sandwich”, in early January 2011).


Click below to listen or download:


Audio Clip: Brussegem, a snug hell, Part 3 – Chapter 7


You can listen to the chapters leading up to this, you can click RIGHT HERE. Click on the Hear section.


Later, & thanks for dropping by — V+

Chapters 6 & 7 from “Brussegem, a snug hell”

Friday, December 10th, 2010




As I come to the end of releasing the first seven chapters of this book, I think, There it is. I wrote this, liking all those stories of expat writers in the 1920s and 30s of the last century in Paris being geniuses together. Thought I’d do the same thing, except not. Just one guy, who may or may not be a genius, alone, determined, full of temperament, getting on with the art making. Throw in a commercial writer friend, a woman (a cat, a baby), see what happens. This book happened.


This week’s extract from Brussegem, a snug hell, following on from last week’s. You will find chapters 6 and 7 in a .pdf file format below, but here’s how Chapter 6 begins:

6.
It was a few days later, while Brussegem was putting the final, exact touches on his latest canvas, when he heard a car come crunching up the gravel of his driveway, the slamming of its door, then the hard knocking at his main entrance—all this smack in the middle of his working afternoon, when all sensible people, and his few acquaintances, knew he was to be left strictly in peace with no interruptions, no matter what the death and destruction. He went to answer the door.
“Who the h—”
Veronica Weise gave him a kiss to close his mouth, patted his cheek, smiled, came in, and took off her coat, tossing it on the sofa. She strode about the room, looking at his painting, looking out the rear window, avoiding his eyes.
“Hello! I’m here! Returned to the scene of the crime. Guess what happened? My husband kicked me out! Just like that!” She fiddled with her bracelet. “Who would’ve ever thought that you would be the last straw! That’s what he called you. You, he said, are one lover too many—out. As if I’ve had dozens.”
She put down the candle holder she was toying with and turned to him, throwing up her arms.
“I don’t know why I’m here, but here I am!” she said brightly, and went into his arms. But his arms remained inert by his sides. He stared at her.

Click below to read on:


Brussegem, a snug hell – Part Three – 6 & 7


See the short video on this book:
Click here to view video.


Last audio clip on this goes up next Sunday/Monday. Thanks for looking. –Vincent

3/5 – Rejection Letter — Hamish Hamilton, UK: reject my novel, I’ll still eat

Wednesday, December 8th, 2010

Here’s another in my occasional videos on rejection letters my first novel received (I have other rejection letters for other novels that I have received over the many years which also received excellent reviews as it was rejected, some of which I may or may not treat in video form one fine day).


This one concerns my only novel published by the mainstream, “Self-Portrait of Someone Else” (Viking-Penguin, New York) which tried to get some love from United Kingdom publishers by my then literary agent, Peter Lampack. This video is based on the letter and reader comments of Hamish Hamilton Limited publishers who sent the rejection to my agent, who passed it on to me. And I now pass it on to you…


One of their readers was kind in writing, “It is, however, powerful and impressive in its understanding and depiction of madness. The use of language is excellent and the style assured”.





Here’s THE VIDEO LINK!


If you want to read the actual letter from the publisher and readers, I’m posting them below in pdf files:


Hamish Hamilton rejection letter for Self-Portrait of Someone Else


Hamish Hamilton Reader Report One


Hamish Hamilton Reader Report Two


Here’s a video on this book and it is now available, both in ebook & print formats.


That’s that for this.




Podcast/audio clips: Brussegem, Part Two, Chapter 5 & Part Three, Chapter 6

Sunday, December 5th, 2010

….continuing where we left off last week, more free audio clips of my novel, Brussegem, a snug hell — below you’ll find Chapter 5 and 6, both moderate in length. Next week will be the last in this series.


Click below to listen or download:


Audio Book: Brussegem, a snug hell, PART 2, Chapter 5


Audio Book: Brussegem, a snug hell: PART THREE, Chapter 6


Later, V+

Fiction chapters 4 & 5 –Brussegem, a snug hell

Friday, December 3rd, 2010




This week’s novel extract, following on from last week’s. You will find chapters 4 and 5 in a pdf file below, but here’s how this section begins (foretaste…)


4.
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A further word about Brussegem. As time performed its main function–that is, as it passed—becoming, day-by-day, a week, two weeks, more—this solitary painter, stuck in the sticks, developed a carnal need for a simple, unburdening sexual affair. It had little to do with love. At sixty‑two, Brussegem had a love‑empty lifetime to look back upon, and be philosophical about. In his life, there was little need, desire, or want for the tedious daily demands of kisses, devotion, and intolerable everyday companionship that love implied. Had he been impotent, he might have had a fine, uneventful, untroubling artistic life for the rest of his whatever. Unfortunately, in this respect he was still robust. Other reliefs were unacceptable, such as dreamy, sneaky nocturnal pollutions—they were only semi‑pleasurable, undependable in occurrence, and rather annoying in their sudden sticky surprise to be sufficiently gratifying. The other private solution, masturbation, was out; he had never bothered to acquire this skill during adolescence and saw no reason why he should begin to perfect the belittling act now. Finally, being far too proud to take an occasional bus into Brussels to spend his lust on a blasé prostitute, he instead resolved to make a few contacts out in the world in order to find a place his penis could call home.
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Yates’ party was thus convenient.
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Yates’ party turned out to be fifty or more people, mainly American‑British cliques with bits and pieces of broken Belgian accents dispersed within the humming murmurs; they stood around with glasses in their hands, being subdued and semi‑attentive to light conversation. Brussegem observed them with their glinting sociable smiles as they talked shop and sipped liquor.
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Cigarette smoke was thick in the air; someone spilt a drink on the carpet and laughed; the initially subdued, polite talk gained in volume, becoming more of a constant, unpleasant din of strident voices scrambled together, as dense as the smoke. Pre-recorded music came constantly from somewhere.
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Brussegem was increasingly displeased; the gathering was swiftly reminding him why he usually avoided such things. Every six months or so he would attend one of these social affairs, as the reality of them dimmed in his mind, simply to recall how horrible the experience was. Such gatherings replenished his aversion. It was much like witnessing another imperfect sunset, the world just did not work the way he wished. The earth, parties and all, should have been a quiet, un-agitated, reposeful place, a place built for musing and art, much like his atelier. Yet, here he found himself, much like any other silly smiling fool, attending a semi‑happy gathering, when he could be painting, or sitting cozily, thinking, in his slippers at home.
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He nearly departed straightway, yet he remained, his overpowering sexual appetite required it. He took a silent moment to curse the needs of his sexual equipment.



Click below read on, read all of chapter 4 and 5:


Brussegem,a snug hell – Part Two – chapter 4 & 5


Audio clip of next chapter Sunday/Monday coming up… Thanks, Vincent