Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s Prezident Scumbag!

After much parping around, I’ve finally released my first novella Prezident Scumbag! It’s basically one giant eat shit and die to the last year in current affairs and a tough contender for the most anti-Trump work of fiction to be released thus far. Hopefully it’ll hit the cannon and I’ll become a hate figure for goats. I’m anticipating at least one death threat this year. With any luck it’ll be penned by a member of the FBI who takes his job too seriously.

Here’s the blurb:

While kicking about their squat a community of crust punks from the north of England learn all about the newly elected President of the World. Turns out this president happens to be their worst nightmare in a shirt and tie. He is, in their words, a corporate swine who promises to make things do stuff tomorrow. Nobody has a fucking clue what he’s talking about.

The punks soon figure that the only sensible response to the madness happening all across the world is to fly the band over to America and put on the protest show to end all protest shows. But shortly after landing in Los Angeles, they quickly find themselves in trouble with just about everyone… 

American presidential nightmares, Tory filth, Brexit bollocks, post-truth nonsense, alt-right gobshites; Prezident Scumbag! takes a pop at all of these and more in the crustiest, filthiest, angriest narrative of the last ten years. At a time when culture is begging for alternatives, Rupert Dreyfus continues to fill that void by taking his two middle fingers and ramming them down the collective throat of the mainstream.

If you’re sick and tired of right-wing populist bell-ends pretending they’re the new anti-establishment then this story will provide you with reassurance that you’re not going completely mental.

This story would’ve been ready for inauguration day but I had too much going on. Then it never nearly happened because I’m a mentalist. Then I’ve decided to put it out now just for a laff.

You can get it on Amazon Kindle here in the US or here in the UK and will be on other Kindle platforms soon enough. I’ll be organising the paperback soonish as to hopefully double my profit margins.

Meanwhile keep sticking your middle finger up at the world.

Fuck ‘em!

R.D

It’s the Eve of the Most anti-Trump Work of Fiction Hitting the Shelves!

Rebel, Rebels!

Those who’ve been following me closely will know that I haven’t had much of an online presence in 2017. This is a crying shame because now more than ever the world needs mouthy upstarts like me representing the counter-cultural scene. There are reasons for my absence which I’ll quickly skirt over. I’ve seen a big shift in circumstances this year and, a couple of months ago, had some nasty personal shit to wrestle with. Consequently I’ve been running on empty since around April, about managing to stave off another full-blown psychotic episode. A handful of times I had caught myself staring into the void, thinking about getting so high that I don’t ever come back down. At times it’s been truly terrifying, but fortunately I’m still here. Thanks to all those who’ve sent me messages of support through these long, dark days. It’s gone a long way.

Of course it hasn’t help that the political landscape is getting worse by the day. All rational people realised their worst nightmare in January when Trump took office and the white supremacists suddenly felt empowered. Affairs have been on rapid decline ever since and the future is beginning to look like a burning photograph of a beautiful world. We’re currently facing an election in the UK which might well result in Theresa Maniac and the Tory filth retaining their keys to Downing Street so they can continue to carve up our future and sell it off to corporate executives. Sadly I’ve had to block it all out because my head has been so full of my own tragedy that contemplating such monumental global problems would’ve pushed me over the edge.

But in the background I’ve kept writing fiction as a means of dealing with my finely tuned anxiety issues. It’s been something of a saving grace while carting round my carcass and I’m now pleased to announce that everything is set for the release of my new novella Prezident Scumbag. I’d be so bold as to say that it’ll be the most anti-Trump work of fiction out there for a long time coming. But now more than ever I need my friends across the world getting behind the release so it blows up and pisses off the right sorts of people while providing enlightenment to good people everywhere. We need to show them that while it’s been their year, this is our world and we won’t let it go without a fight. And who knows? Trump himself might even catch wind of it and put me on the FBI’s most wanted list…

So in the next few days I’m going to be springing this release onto you. I’m waiting for the outcome of the election so I can give the story one last revision and keep it as current as possible.

If all goes to plan I expect death threats which will be a complete waste of time because you can’t threaten a man with death when he’s already dead. I’m just looking forward to causing another Dreyfus-style ruckus by hitting back at the cunts in charge the only way I know how.

Thanks again for your love and support and I’ll be checking in with you all very soon.

Meanwhile keep stepping out of  line.

R.D

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Scumbag Novella Cover Reveal!

Long time no see!

So here it is, folks… the front cover reveal for Prezident Scumbag! A Sick Bastard Novella; possibly the first anti-Trump story to emerge. The design is by my regular graphic designer Will over at Gonzo Design and was inspired by old Crass and Dead Kennedys album covers and leaflets.

I’m going to release this book in a matter of weeks and hope that you’ll get behind it. We’re just at the formatting stages and all is running smooth.

Meanwhile here’s the blurb:

While kicking about Hotel Scum, a community of crust punk squatters from the north of England learn all about the newly elected President of the World. Turns out this president happens to be their worst nightmare in a shirt and tie. He is, in their words, a corporate swine who promises to make things do stuff tomorrow. Nobody has a fucking clue what he’s talking about.

The punks soon figure that the only sensible response to the madness happening all across the world is to fly the band over to America and put on the protest show to end all protest shows. But shortly after landing in Los Angeles, the punks soon find themselves in trouble with just about everyone…

American presidential nightmares, Brexit bollocks, Tory filth, post-truth nonsense, alt-right gobshites; Prezident Scumbag! takes a pop at all of these and more in the crustiest, filthiest, angriest narrative ever to come out of somebody’s imagination. At a time when culture is begging for a reawakening of anti-establishment sentiments, Rupert Dreyfus continues to fill that void by taking his two middle fingers and ramming them down the collective throat of the mainstream.

This story will upset reactionaries.

You have been warned.

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You can now add Prezident Scumbag! on Goodreads

Evening officers,

Thanks to all those who shared messages of support after my recent meltdown. So many lovely people in this community.

You can now add Prezident Scumbag! A Sick Bastard Novella to your TBR list on Goodreads. Click here for details.

It will be released with a sleeve reminiscent of an old punk album cover (think Dead Kennedys, Crass etc.) c/o my regular graphic designer Will over at Gonzo Design.

Massive thanks for your patience this year. It’s been a tough one at Dreyfus HQ so far.

R.D

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Still Drey

Hi kids.

I’m still here. I’m still a gobby arse. I still can’t stand people (all of you), the political situation is still thoroughly miserable and our culture is still a scabby Kentucky fried flange lacking in any real substance. I still have some upcoming releases before I go full-on hermit and disappear from the internet forever. I still reckon the best is yet to come.

So what’s occurring? I’m living in a different part of the world. I’m not getting much done other than going to my new job, going home, going to my new job, going home, going to my new job, jerking off. Repeat. Snore. Drop some codeine. Dream about better worlds… It’s like Groundhog Day except without having Bill Murray around to cheer you up.

The good news is that the kind folks over at Babelsbook have translated Spark into Spanish which I’ll be releasing and promoting just as soon as I can. I’ve had some Spanish speakers request it so now it looks like it’s going to happen. I’ll be writing more about why we should be translating to other languages soon enough.

As some of you may remember I’ve been piecing a crusty anti-Trump, anti-altright gobshite novella together. It centres round a crust punk band called Sick Bastard from the norf of England. They go on a road trip to protest the madness over in Washington and get into all sorts of trouble. It’s pretty funny unless you think those altright racist cunts have a point in which case you’ll hate my guts. I hope to get my shit together and finish it over the coming months and then release it before the middle of this year.

Other than that life moves slow here. Maybe I should get back to having a presence online and stirring up some trouble. Or maybe I’ll just stick to the shadows and continue to mope.

Either way stay safe.

R.D

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The Disco Ball Spins Away Another Year for Dreyfus

Hi folks,

Unless something newsworthy happens, this is going to be my last proper blog for 2016. On balance it’s been another enjoyable year. The highlights were getting Spark into the Amazon top 10 courtesy of Steve Topple’s Canary article, releasing Bedroom Max through the excellent Politics & Insights blog and getting a copy of The Rebel’s Sketchbook into the hands of my favourite stand-up comedian even if nothing became of it. The only low point was the mediocre to negative review of Spark by the Morning Star. But we all know something was amiss there…

My personal life is going to see some turbulence during the first half of 2017 which could throw my writing off-course for a few months. Like 99.9% of authors, I’m not lucky enough to be doing this for a living (nowhere near) so I need to focus on surviving in the wild as I find ways to avoid the unemployment line. If you know of any writing jobs going then send me an email. Alternatively if you have any friends or family members who’d appreciate a book for Christmas that isn’t one of those boring bestsellers about the history of toothache then buy them one of mine so I can keep the heating switched on this winter. Better still make sure you spend time with at least one homeless person this Christmas. Buy them a coffee and have a conversation with them, being careful to reassure them that next year will see them surmount their difficult situation. I promise to do the same.

Once everything is back on track there are numerous upcoming releases in the pipeline. As most of you already know I’m ploughing through a chaotic novella called Prezident Scumbag. It’s centred around the recurring crust punk band Sick Bastard which may even get released with a particularly shit soundtrack. I’ll be aiming to release this as soon as possible because, given its core theme, time is of the essence. I’ve also written a short story called Workfarce which will be included in an anti-austerity anthology I’m working on with some other talented authors and poets (all proceeds will be going to charity) and at some point next year I’ll be returning to my second novel, Broke, which is a swipe at present day inequality in the UK, reversing the roles so that the dirt poor gets to rip off the filthy rich for once.

In the meantime the world is becoming an increasingly dangerous and unstable place for reasons you’re all too familiar with. 2016 has been perpetually nightmarish and 2017 could see a tidal wave of wholesale fascism ripple across the European continent, and then our species is going to find itself in a massive pickle. I sometimes worry that a lot of left-wingers aren’t comprehending the enormity of what could happen over the next decade unless we find a way of organising against it. It’s a critical situation. There’s no time for partisan bullshit.

But rest assured, no matter what happens, I’ll be making up for the distinct lack of obnoxious socio-political stories. When I finally get back to having a stable routine, I’ll also be writing some articles for Scisco’s arts section; shining a spotlight on those creatives who are going against the grain at a time when most people are figuring out how to make money rather than create art.

As always: thanks to those many people across the world who have continued to support me over the last couple of years; especially those I regular interact with and who have actively helped to spread the word. In the age of point-and-click disposability, where you’re made to feel like just another clucking chicken in a battery cage, every connection I make with kindred spirits makes the ongoing slog worthwhile.

Meanwhile keep being thoroughly disobedient at every given opportunity and all the best for 2017.

R.D

2017 and the Return of Sick Bastard!

Those people paying close attention to my stories will be aware of the recurring anarcho-crust punk band Sick Bastard. I made a short documentary on them in The Rebel’s Sketchbook. It was called Hotel Scum and it’s about their war with, in Faz’s words, a business bastard who tried to kick the community out of their squat.

As it goes I received a call from Faz this weekend, asking me to call him back. He was a bit wrecked, but in between burps and growls he told me that his community had just learned about the US election results and are planning a trip to the White House to join in the protests. Along the way they’re going to record a new e.p. which has the protest song Prezident Scumbag is the Establishment, You Stupid Fuckface! It’ll be appearing on their Soundcloud page here once they figure out how to use the internet. His cousin, Alfie Khan, normally maintains their page but he’s too busy with his own protests at the moment so everything is up in the air.

Faz asked me if I’d join them to document the madness. I agreed providing they don’t spike me again with cheap speed and ketamine (this time I want a warning).

I don’t know when the new documentary will be finished, but it’s likely to be before the end of 2017. Faz promises me it’s going to be a full-on crust punk massacre which will upset a lot of conservative Christians.

Wish me luck…

R..D