Posts Tagged ‘new novel from Vincent Eaton’

THE NICE GUY – a video concerning my new novel

Thursday, July 12th, 2012



My next novel, The Nice Guy, is coming into the world today.

So I made a video which runs less than 2 minutes that tells you something about it.

So you know. And celebrate.

Oh, yeah, you didn’t know it until right this minute, but this is your summer read.



You want to see this video and hear my voice and listen to my words and see some of my images, click anywhere on this line and knock yourself out.

Thanks for any interest. This book has been waiting some years to see the light of day.

You can find more details and read an excerpt or find links to bookshops by clicking anywhere here.

Now that’s it for the moment.

Be nice.


Read Chapters 4-6, The Boy in the Sandwich, children’s novel

Friday, April 1st, 2011



In this part, “The Boy in the Sandwich” is being eaten by his brother–that’s the above illustration…

From the beginning of Chapter 4:
I found out that blue spiders, who do all sorts of recreating and lots of creating most of the time, resulting in lots and lots of a million and more spider babies, find it easier to have everyone’s birthday on the same day every three weeks, because they figured who could remember a million and more birthday dates for the members of just your immediate family?
“So Happy Birthday Everybody!” everybody screamed, shouted and yelled at one another inside my sandwich, all blowing out the candles on the million and more cakes at the same time.


After the last free sample of the beginning of the book (click here to see/read/listen), and here I am to offer for your reading pleasure chapters 4 to 6 that follow–in easy-to-read .pdf format:
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The Boy in the Sandwich, Chapter 4 to 6

I’ll post the (also free) audio version of these shortly for those who like listening to my voice narrating the story….

Thanks for reading this. – Vincent

FOR MORE ON THIS BOOK!

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:

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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

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…)

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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

Next novel coming up—”Brussegem, a snug hell”

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

My next novel, Brussegem, a snug hell, has spent a long while in the pre-production stage, but (insert moderately shouted hallelujah here) it will be appearing shortly. And it is also a short book.

The delay, if you really want to hear about it, was mainly, as a new-guy, small publishing, media company on the international block, some errors in the production of the very first book (How to Find Yourself) surfaced fairly darn quickly, both in presentation layout and distribution (the second book “Self-Portrait of Someone Else” suffered no production embarrassments). I wanted to ensure everything that followed was professionally accomplished before releasing it. In short, some teething problems, followed by a determination to get it right.

In the meanwhile, I come to my blurb writing, the tiny, catchy synopsis necessary when announcing a book, and with this I have my usual tussle in describing something I have written without sounding like an extended sales letter, or generic book-promo-plot-based-yelping.

But I can tease (says to do so right here in my How To Promote Like a Panting Idiot handbook). Here’s a partial fragment of the cover of the new novel:



And right here is the blurb I’ve been working on to tingle a potential reader’s reading desires:

Brussegem is both a place and a person. But mainly it is a painter. A fully dedicated and fairly isolated American painter living in Europe whose creed is art, and only art.

Until Veronica Weise, the wife of another, seeks his attention, companionship, something artistic, and, if possible, something wild.
But then there’s her baby. And that cat.
The struggle between art and domesticity begins, between an artist who does not want to fall in love, and a woman who does.


Mostly, in this incessant world of promotion and pay-attention-to-me-right-now-I-said-right-now, I plan mainly to post excerpts (both words & audio) of the novel and let people get interested that way. Less hussle and muscle.

Part of my revised plans are to have the novel come out simultaneously as a print book, ebook and audio book. Sometime next month is the actual launch…however, I shall see what reality has in store for me between this moment and that moment.

Thanks for reading this, and for your interest.