Here’s a short interview I did about my reading habits with the Globe and Mail‘s My Books, My Place section:
I didn’t move to London so much as ooze there. I had a year of going back and forth a lot. April ’04 was when I actually landed. Now, I’m married to a Londoner and we have a little baby who’s a Londoner, and I’m a pretty happy Londoner.
I used to work out of our place until we had the baby. One of the things about getting my own office – my wife calls it the Mancave – was getting my own Napping Sofa. I have a daily schedule that involves an hour of lying on my Napping Sofa, reading.
Writers need to read. I do a lot of reading on the road. I picked up a book yesterday in New York – it’s a hard-boiled noir detective novel about burlesque called The Corpse Wore Pasties, and it’s quite funny. It’s from Hard Case Crime, which publishes books that look like those beautiful Chandlers you see in Mylar bags in antiquarian booksellers for $500, except brand new – it’s like they fell through a time warp.
