Russian Books

I received these two books in the post this week, from the Russian publisher Eskmo: recently-published Russian copies of my novels Suzy, Led Zeppelin and Me, and The Good Fairies of New York. I was pleased to get them, particularly as they arrived in nice parcels of brown paper wrapped up with string, which you don't see so often these days, in the era of the padded envelope. Really, they sent me too many, which publishers sometimes do. I'm not sure what to do with six copies of each book in Russian.

I have some Russian copies of Thraxas too, and a Russian Milk, Sulphate and Alby Starvation. So I've sold quite a few books to Russia, over the years.

Yesterday a photographer arrived to take pictures for a piece in The Sunday Telegraph. I did an interview about Lonely Werewolf Girl which will run on the 8th July. That should help things along. The photo session was quite long, but stress-free. The photographer was a pleasant woman. I used to worry about being photographed, in case the pictures didn't look good. These days I'm fatalistic about it. I realise I'll never like any photographs of me, so I might as well just accept it.