What do you get if you put two frustrated comediennes in the same room together? A cross Hubby! I haven’t stopped laughing since Laurie Boris came in for her interview. Her first novel The Joke’s On Me is about a comedienne, not however, based on her own experiences. As she told me, she’d last about ten seconds as one. I didn’t fair much better when I had a go at stand up and only managed one set at Bedford Shopping Centre. (No, I didn’t get booed off.)
So Laurie, many thanks for being here today. I’ll stop sniggering now and ask some quick questions to help everyone get to know you better.
Benson or Laverne and Shirley?
Even though I loved Penny Marshall in her role as Oscar Madison’s secretary on The Odd Couple, Laverne and Shirley made me CRINGE! So I’d have to go with Benson. I loved the sly humor.
M&Ms. But too many make my head spin around. Once I had to get on the floor and do deep breathing until the room stopped moving.
Simon and Garfunkel or Billy Joel?
Billy Joel. Until, you know, the drinking and crashing his car into things. Then, not as much.
Spirograph or Slime?
Tough one. Spirograph. I was fascinated with patterns. And I liked to poke my older brother with the pins.
“What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?” No question. I think I can recite the entire script by heart. Plus, Jaws freaked me out and I won’t swim in anything where I can’t see clear to the bottom.
Can you tell us a short joke?
Q: What do you get when you cross a kangaroo with an elephant? A: Great big holes in Australia.
Did you (or your parents) ever own a lava lamp or a tube chair?
Is a tube chair like a beanbag chair? ‘Cause my parents had one of those. They had a lot of other embarrassing seventies-type things. Big, giant sideburns, mod clothing, pot plants growing in the basement.
Skydive. I’ve only ever written about it. I think it would be lots of fun. As long as I don’t wet myself.
What was the first record you ever bought?
Don’t laugh. The soundtrack to “The Sting.” I was a budding pianist and fell in love with ragtime. Yes, all the other girls were swooning over Paul Newman and Robert Redford, and I was mad for the music!
There was no need at all for me to interrupt there. You are in a class of your own: a lady who pokes her brother with pins, gets hyper on M&Ms and know Monty Python by heart. I am in awe! So, onto more sensible questions:
What genre do you write?
Mainly contemporary fiction, sometimes serious, but even then, I like to let a touch of humor flow in. Sort of like life.
What advice would you give to someone wanting to publish their own book? Learn the craft. Revise, revise, revise, revise again, seek outside feedback, hire a good editor, and get a professional-looking cover. Make it the best product you possibly can.
Excellent advice. What is your all time favourite book?
Lolita. I reread it at least every two years. I think Nabokov is brilliant for making his readers feel empathy for a pedophile. His writing is amazing.
I need complete silence to write, so I can hear the characters talking. Sometimes I use earplugs if my husband is on the phone, because he has one of those voices that carries. For miles.
Could you please reveal something about you that doesn’t show up on Indies Unlimited or your website. Surprise us!
After I graduated college with a degree in advertising, the job market looked dismal and I was feeling disenchanted with my choice of major, so I almost went to clown college. Yes, there is such a thing, run by Ringling Brothers in Sarasota, Florida. I even had a completed application ready. I already knew how to juggle and do a few magic tricks. But a magician friend told me I’d really be a shoo-in if I knew how to do fire-eating. When I look back, I think he was just pulling my chain, but I dutifully allowed him to teach me. During my first lesson, I completely froze, the lit torch just inches from my mouth, which I’d just coated with lighter fluid. (That’s the trick. Oops, the magicians’ union is going to pull my membership now.) I eyeballed this flame coming at me and kept thinking, “don’t inhale, don’t inhale, don’t inhale.” And I still couldn’t drop that thing a millimeter closer. So I tossed away my application and found a job. But a cinder from the torch (not a flashlight like in England, but an actual storming-the-evil-scientist’s-castle torch) burned a hole in my favorite shirt. Eventually, the shirt fell apart, but I saved a square of it containing the hole. It’s a little reminder of what might have been, and how “what might have been” can be the fuel for writing. Unlike lighter fluid.
Laurie that is priceless! Thank you so much for being here. You have brightened my day.
Laurie’s latest book is called, latest is Don’t Tell Anyone. It’s a contemporary novel based on a true incident that she gave to a fictional family with problems of their own. Landing in the emergency room nearly unconscious from pneumonia, 65-year-old Estelle Trager is forced to admit that she’s been living with potentially malignant tumors in both breasts…for five years. But now her son Adam and his wife, Liza, know about her secret. Adam is outraged, but Estelle, who watched her mother and grandmother suffer from breast cancer in the days when no one dared speak its name, has no intention of putting her family or herself through the horrors of cancer treatment. Estelle decides there is only one solution: ask Liza, the 33-year-old daughter-in-law she once called a godless hippie raised by wolves, to kill her.
You can purchase Laurie’s latest book from the following websites. All I can say, is if it’s anything like Drawing Breath, then it’s a must-read and I shall be getting my copy today.
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