Hey palz. Benvie here. Outside of, or alongside, my life in the rock universe, I am also a writer of things. These things occasionally include books. My skull-crushing new novel Maintenance will be arriving on bookshelves in a few weeks, courtesy of my good pals at Coach House Books, and there are a few events slated to get things GOING. So: heads up.
October 2nd: Coach House Fall Launch
Montreal, QC
The Sparrow, 5322 Boulevard Saint-Laurent
— This will be fun. C-House and Snare Books team up for a big night w/many authors and many drinks. Come early, ‘twill be a packed house.
October 3rd: Rob Benvie @ Mother Tongue Books
Ottawa, ON
Mother Tongue Books, 1067 Bank Street
— I have no idea what to expect. I’ll be appearing with punk polemicist Krystin Dunion (The Dirt Chronicles) and urban fabulist Jim Nason (The Girl on the Escalator). Ottawa gets a bad rap, but every time I go there I have fun with wonderful humans. Do it!
October 5th: Coach House Toronto Fall 2011 Launch
Toronto, ON
The Dance Cave, 529 Bloor Street West
— A book launch at The Dance Cave is either the best or worst thing ever. But this promises to be a mighty thing. Impressive humans including Sina Queyras, David McGimpsey and other towering literary figures will be launching books. We will party. Come!
October 14th: Rob Benvie Launches ‘Maintenance’ Full Throttle Platinum Edition
Toronto, ON
Double Double Land, 209 Augusta Ave.
— This will be a blazing inferno of heartache and joy. With SPECIAL MUSICAL GUEST(S) WHO SHALL NOT YET BE NAMED. Details to come.
It has been told to me many times that, “indie rockers don’t read books.” Fuck that shit, prove ‘em wrong. Come on out.
There are more goofy events to come, and bonus “content” such as the MAINTENANCE AUDIO COMPANION, available soon via iTunes, etc.
Stay tuned via Twitter, the Coach House Books site, or write tigrebenvie@gmail.com for questions/queries/concerns.
Thanks bruvs. And, while you’re at it, keep cranking Degeneration Street. A large portion of this book was edited whilst on tour with The Dears, so with every crackle of a turned page, you can imagine Murray’s dulcet tones (if you so wish).
Thine,
Benvie of The Dears
