Friday, August 5, 2011
Okay, summer is finally here in Victoria, so I figured it was time to relaunch the Great Ride & Sign Fatal Tide Event. What? You don't remember that stroke of self-marketing genius? That fad that swept the nation?
Let me refresh your memory of how it all works:
1) If you live in the Victoria area, first you head out (run, don't walk!) and buy a copy of Fatal Tide: When the Race of a Lifetime Goes Wrong. (Not Fatal Tide, the million-seller by mystery author Iris Johanssen. She doesn't need any sales help.)
2) Drop me a line at email@example.com or via Twitter @LeachWriter or even via the Comment link below.
3) I will set up a day & time to RIDE MY BIKE to your place and sign your book IN PERSON. (Spandex and sweat included.)
Wow, what a deal! Your own autographed copy of Fatal Tide! How cool is that? You could look as happy as this guy or this guy or... wait, I think that's all I sold the first time around.
Plus, my name inked in your first edition will either (according to conventional wisdom about author-signed copies) instantly double its resale value or (according to this online reseller) instantly cut it in half! Who knows?!?
But what, I hear you asking, if you're just too damn lazy to go to a bookstore or boot up your computer to order a copy online?
Well....you still don't have to miss out on this great event! Drop me a line, set up a date, and I will stick a hardcover copy down my cycling shirt and pedal to you in person and sell it to you for a flat rate of 30 bucks -- that saves you a toonie plus tax over the list price, as well as the environmental cost of any and all shipping (exc. for minor mid-ride flatulence).
Don't delay! This is a limited offer for the month of August — and maybe a little longer, depending on the weather and while supplies last!
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I got a lovely (and unexpected) note from Greg Kolodziejzyk, who recently read Fatal Tide. Greg knows more than most people about the highs and lows of outdoor adventure, endurance races and the other themes of my book. He is a multiple Ironman finisher (and was at a fatal race I described in the book) who is now on an epic journey to try to pedal-boat across the Pacific Ocean.
I just finished "Fatal Tide", and I just wanted you to know that I really enjoyed it. I kept thinking about my first Ironman which was the inaugural Ironman Utah where John Boland died in the swim due to the freak wind storm. It was pretty brutal. I see you did mention that event - you are VERY thorough! I especially appreciated your summary and background research into hypothermia, kayak safety, and risk with adventure sports. Very thought provoking stuff!Thanks, Greg. And safe travels on your future journeys!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
"Hi, my name is David, and I'm a magaholic..."
Those are my first words to students in my second-year magazine writing class. It's just a cheeky way of acknowledging my passion for the subject and my hope that some of them will come to share my obsession with magazines by semester's end.
But recently, I've been wondering (and so has my Canada Post deliverywoman, I suspect) if my fondness isn’t more of a sickness. A month ago, I’d been reading Gabor Mate’s In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts, a book about addiction, the author’s medical practice in the Downtown Eastside, and—oddly enough—his own “addiction” to buying classical CDs. (He says he is no way equating his Mozart collection, a habit that cost him eight grand one week, with mainlining heroin, but still...)
My love of magazines is the closest I’ve ever come (and hopefully ever will) to an addictive personality trait. I grew up around magazines (my parents both subscribed to several), and began getting my own from as early as I can remember: Chickadee, Owl, The Electric Company, dozens of Marvel comic books. That was followed by magazines to match every strange teenage hobby or interest I developed: Dragon (during my spotty-faced D&D years), Circus (my spotty-faced heavy-metal era), Soldier of Fortune (my, uh, weird obsession with mercenaries phase), Outside (my discovery of outdoor adventure, or at least reading about it).
If I am to admit I’ve got a problem, I’ve got to first come clean about its extent. Herewith, the magazines that enter my house every month.
Magazines I subscribe to:
- Bicycling (see below)
- Harper’s (my longest-running subscription at more than 20 years)
- Maclean’s (Canada’s chattering class may hate Ken Whyte’s politics, but he’s an editorial genius and turned around this once-moribund newsweekly; plus, it runs the hilarious Scott Feschuk)
- The Atlantic (I haven’t got my first issue but was suckered into an impulse sub by a “professional deal”)
- Chatelaine and Today’s Parent (I get these for my wife, and flip through both)
- Maisonneuve (the little mag that could, out of Montreal)
- The New York Times Magazine (the main reason I get the Sunday Times, which was even better when they also published Key and Play magazines)
- National Geographic (how else will my children inherit an attic full of moldy Nat Geos?)
Magazine’s I’m subscribed to (there’s a difference):
- The New Yorker (world’s best birthday present—thanks to my father in law for renewing annually)
- Sports Illustrated (from my sister in law—does that make them both enablers?)
- The Torch (from UVic) and Queen’s Alumni Review
Magazines I get for free as a contributor:
- 2 Magazine
- Financial Post Business
- British Columbia (my wife works there)
Local magazines I pick up for free:
- Monday (sadly, more of a conventional alt-newsweekly than a true magazine after rounds of freelance cutbacks)
- Focus (a strong arts and politics monthly)
- Boulevard (I don’t always grab it but know several of the columnists)
- Wavelength (for kayakers...and I’m not really a kayaker!)
Magazines that my father in law brings for me whenever he visits:
- Toronto Life and The Walrus (which I used to have subs for)
- The Literary Review of Canada (a bit wonkish, but otherwise decent book coverage)
Magazines that fall out of the newspaper and that I flip through:
- Driven, Sharp, Douglas, Western Living, Report on Business
In-flight magazines that I take home when any sane person leaves them in the seat pocket:
- Up! and EnRoute (Canada is lucky to have not one but two in-flight mags that run more than just boring travel bumph)
I’ve likely missed some in there, and I haven’t mentioned the many magazines that I once subscribed to, or my impulse buys of individual issues at grocery stores and airports, or my large collection of obscure, international or regional magazines, or the online-only magazines I browse, or the magazines I think I should subscribe to or wish I could justify, or the books I buy that are about magazines or that anthologize magazine stories...
Of course, there is no way—even if I didn’t have a full-time job and two small kids—that I’d ever have the time to read every issue of every magazine I get. (So, yes, my habit has an environmental cost, too.)
So you tell me: fondness or sickness?