Withersin’s Damned Interview with:
Garrett Cook
I’m a 27 year
old author, born in the haunted, perverse little town of
List some of your works (stories,
books, poems, songs, albums, movies, etc):
My story
“Brian’s Girl” was in Exquisite Corpse, my
story “Hundred Year Old Murders” was in Polluto#3,
my story Mr. Plush, Detective was
in The Magazine of Bizarro Fiction. My book Murderland
Part 1:H8 came out last year and my books Archelon Ranch and Murderland Part 2: Life During
Wartime come out next week. My book Jimmy
Plush, Teddy Bear Detective is coming soon from Eraserhead
Press and currently up for preorder, as I said.
Your website: http://thegarrettcook.blogspot.com
How can you be contacted? I can be emailed at
thecentercannothold@gmail.com, you can drop a comment on my blog or you can
add me on Myspace: www.myspace/mezzodelcammin
In your own words,
define Withersin.
It sounds
kind of a like a kenning, something from Anglosaxon
poetry. The sin that makes somebody’s life begin to
decay, the moment where the destruction starts.
Good horror and frightful absurdism often lurks
at that moment.
If you were a sideshow
act, what would you be?
I’d be proud
to be a blockhead. I take pride in my capacity to endure all kinds of crap.
What is your greatest
non-literary influence?
Mental illness, horror movies, not quite fitting in.
Describe your most
irrational fear.
Weird and unexpected behavior from people, random persecution. Like my
waitress will splash me with french-fry oil or the emails from old friends are
filled with viruses. I don’t think badly of people, I just know there’s no
limit to what they’re capable of.
How about your most guilty pleasure?
I’m going to
sound like a pretentious dickface for saying this but
my work is kind of a guilty pleasure for me now that I’ve fallen into the Bizarro crowd and know I’m accepted for who I am. Some of
the things I write now, I can’t help but sit and cackle maniacally.
Name the most
disturbing nursery rhyme/fairy tale you can recall.
I’d say a lot
of the stuff about faeries. I got read and had access to Irish and Scottish
faerie stories and they involve irrationally ghastly creatures and terrible
things happening to little kids. I was horrified of trolls and faeries when I
was little. I don’t think anybody else on Earth was frightened by Troll.
Do you eat meat?
Every five minutes.
I can’t stop.
What were the skies
like when you were young?
Vast and perplexing.
Name your favorite
garden tool.
The trowel. I don’t really like gardening, though. It’s
grueling and I’m allergic to grass clippings.
Name your least
favorite color, first job and worst job.
Yellow, dog
walking and…hmm, this is a toss up. It could be the time I spent cashiering in
a Central PA grocery store or it could be the freelance editorial job I had
working on a piece of “Urban Fiction”. I had to type a xeroxed
manuscript and make something out of a book that didn’t have dialogue
attribution or paragraph breaks. It had a protagonist named Jubaby.
Favorite:
Author, Movie, Music Group, Song, and Quote.
Dante, The Abominable Doctor Phibes,
The Ramones, “Simple Twist of Fate” by Bob Dylan, “history is a nightmare from
which I am waiting to awake”- Stephen Daedalus in Ulysses
If you were a loaf of
bread what kind would you be?
I aspire
toward the goodness and riboflavin content of banana bread but I can’t in good
conscience say I have reached that state of transcendence. I’ll say garlic.
Weirdest news you have
read in your local newspaper:
Back in
Wenham, old people would make ridiculous calls to the police that would end up
in the police log. One of these involved a werewolf. On the same day, someone
called about their missing husky. Our police weren’t as Scooby Doo savvy as
they should have been.
If you have a message
to the people of Earth, tell us what it is:
You can do
the right thing. You know how.
And finally, a
question you can take anyway you like: But Why?
For the bunnies.
Here’s
a photo titled, “INEDIBLE NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN
You have 112 words.
Go.
Quake with fear.
The highway lizards are dyin’. The concrete devils that
hide in the street have been kept at bay by those truck eating behemoths for a
long time now, but no more. The trucks are poison, man! Don’t you get it? Don’tcha? They’re gonna come for
us now! Head for the hills and gather your guns, else pray like you never
prayed before that them lizards learn to read. Or
better yet, maybe you can help ‘em out. Be a part of
the solution. Teach a lizard to read. They like the Berenstain
Bears and Highlights for Children.
Girl lizards are like totally hot for Goofus from “Goofus and Gallant”.