Greetings and tings’.
Massive, whopping thanks to all the people across the world who’ve read Prezident Scumbag!; particularly those folks who’ve left reviews on Goodreads and Amazon. At a time when genre drivel still has a stronghold on what many people read, it makes this slog against the tide worthwhile. I’m aiming to get the paperback out in autumn so I can start promoting it properly. This is likely to happen alongside the Spanish release of Spark.
So what’s next? I’m working on my second novel Broke which is one long anti-austerity rant; only this time the dirt poor get to turn the tables on the filthy rich. I have also begun to piece together a non-fiction piece which is called Hooked: A Memoir of Psychoactive Experiences. This is already about a third of the way there, but is beginning to turn into something else. It will explore the spiritual and creative side of recreational drug use and will give some insight into what has shaped my worldview. There’s another project which will hopefully be released before the end of the year. I can’t say what just yet, but if you’re into the sentiments of my oeuvre to date then you’re going to appreciate it.
For those who haven’t yet listened to my trainspotting voice, I was also featured on the Losing the Plot series with Leo X. Robertson which you can find here. Big thanks to Leo for giving me the time to chat with him about all sorts of interesting things. It’s great when you get to natter with somebody as laid back and as lovely as Leo. We need more people like him in the world.
I’ll be back before long to annoy you all.
Meanwhile peace be with you.
Just to say my good friend and fellow wordsmasher Leo X. Robertson has been kind enough to include me in his podcast series Losing the Plot.
Many thanks to Leo for the great chat about all things to do with writing!
Here it is:
I’ve just been interviewed over at Babelsbook; an independent translation company who are connecting international readers and writers across the world. You can read it here. We talk about all sorts of interesting stuff. Babels have translated my debut novel Spark which will be released later in the year.
Really enjoyed answering these questions. Thanks to Babelsbook for the chat!
I was also interviewed for his Losing the Plot podcast by my other pal Leo this evening. That will be out over the next month or so. I’ll keep you posted…
I’ll be back soon enough. Meanwhile write to your local MP and tell them to fuck off.
Greetings and tings’.
First off a massive thanks to all those folks who are reading Prezident Scumbag and leaving reviews across the internet. In an age where counterculture is flat-lining, it means the world. I received two of my most glowing reviews ever which you can read here and here. Both reference Irvine Welsh which is nice because Trainspotting is one of my favourite books. Me and Irvine also go way back. I think I started following him on Twitter in early 2015 and we’ve been the best of friends ever since. I keep him informed of my latest goings on. He’s always too busy to get back to me but I know he thinks about me every day.
On a serious note I’ve largely been absent from the internet this year owed to one shitty thing and another. Thanks to all those across the world who’ve been in touch during this time, checking in on me and generally being lovely. After what has been a particularly tough couple of months I’m now making a concerted effort to get back to my old self by causing a ruckus wherever I go. There’s so much awfulness in the world to contend with right now that we need more obnoxious upstarts kicking up a fuss. Problem is that once I get going I just can’t keep my fat trap shut.
There’s a lot in the pipeline for the rest of this year including an upcoming podcast on the Losing the Plot series with my pal Leo, another Canary article on Scumbag and an interview/ feature with Babelsbook. There will also be the release of the Spanish version of Spark, the Scumtits paperback and I hope to reignite an anti-austerity anthology for charity with some fellow authors. I will also get back to reading/ reviewing/ supporting those authors in my network. My next effort Broke will be out sometime in 2018.
So, yeah, things are beginning to roll at Dreyfus HQ once more. Thanks for your patience and I promise not to disappear again. Meanwhile keep being utterly disrespectful and I’ll check back with you soon.
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.
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.
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.