Can you tell us a little bit about your book? When did it come out? Where can we get it?
Shameless Exposure is a steamy romantic
comedy. Caroline, the heroine, is having a hard time with her boss at work, and
is attracted by the spontaneous freedom of her new friends in the bohemian
world of artists and musicians. She is led astray and into the web of a pagan cult.
It ends in tears for Caroline and I, but tears of laughter I hope for the
reader. It is a full length novel, published by Steam eReads, and available as
an ebook from Amazon. Just follow this link: http://goo.gl/gUue8x
Is there anything that
prompted your latest book ?
Something that inspired you?
The novel is a commentary on
contemporary issues. The business world has ground the fun out of Caroline’s
life and she is trying to recapture how it felt to be twenty and free. The
animist cult is based on a serious book written by a friend of mine. I shouldn’t
laugh, but I did, and the idea was too good to waste. A large part of the
action takes place on a fictional Scottish island, but I have visited the real
‘Isle of Mura’ several times and it’s fantastically atmospheric. Writing the
scenes in Castle Dunlaggin, it was easy to think I was there.
Great! So, when did you know you
wanted to write?
Or has it always been a pastime of yours?
Or has it always been a pastime of yours?
We had a school magazine, and
that’s when I got the bug for producing a piece of finished work for others to
read. But it has taken years to find a method and time to produce longer pieces
of fiction. Writing a novel ain’t that easy! (But it is fun and very satisfying
if you can finish it; so keep at it, everyone.)
Do you have any favorite authors?
I read like I eat. I consume everything,
including things I’m not sure about from different cultures. The favourites
change over time. I love writers who make me smile or gasp, like John Irving or
Kurt Vonnegut, and fantastic storytellers who make me think, like Margaret
Atwood.
I am a Kurt Vonnegut fan as well. :)
So, Robert, do you write in a specific place? Time of day?
So, Robert, do you write in a specific place? Time of day?
Before I write, I walk the dog and
do my thinking. I write at home in an ‘office’ at the bottom of the stairs.
It’s quiet, except on the days our granddaughter visits. She’s three and a half,
and we’re making little books out of scrap paper. My ‘new words’ are done in
the morning. The other stuff happens in the afternoon. I sometimes write in the
evening, but then I can’t sleep because the characters won’t shut up.
I am certainly familiar with that problem. LOL.
Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers? Any advice?
I hesitate to give specific advice
to fellow writers, there’s so much of it around. You have to discover your own
unique way of making words come to life. But my experience is that if you build
a body of work, keep writing, and risk sending it out into the world, you will
make some great writing friends and maybe, if you’re lucky, entertain some
readers. To aspiring writers I would say: writing well is hard work, but even a
long slog of a walk should be enjoyable. Don’t turn it into another stick to
beat yourself with. Most importantly, BANISH ALL DOUBT. Do not let the negative
inner voice undermine your worthwhile work.
Here is the blurb for Shameless Exposure.
Just when she thought her marriage to
Robert was back on track, Caroline bumps into an old flame and agrees to pose
naked for a charity painting. Matters are made worse when her American boss
starts sending lewd texts. When she rejects his overtures, he accuses her of gross
misconduct and she is suspended from the job she loves. Deprived of everything
that matters to her, she seeks comfort in an animist cult run by Regina Heart,
which puts women in touch with their animal spirits. Regina claims to be
Caroline’s natural mother and wants to elevate her to the priesthood, but this
requires a terrifying initiation on a remote Scottish island. It is left to
Robert to battle through a stormy night to try to save her from demons, real
and imagined.
The
National Portrait Gallery in London is the location for the charity auction of
a series of life studies by famous artists on the theme of the months of the
year. Caroline is Miss November, Erik is the artist, and Princess Fiona of East
Anglia is the patron of the charity which will benefit.
“But before I give everything
away,” continued the princess, “it is my great pleasure to declare the online
bidding open for these unique works of art, and to ask each of the models to
pull the curtain back on their likenesses for the first time in public.”
Caroline, Xena and the ten other
artists’ models assumed their stations by the curtained pictures and awaited
the signal from the chairman, who led the assembly on a countdown.
“Ten, nine, eight...” Princess
Fiona left the podium and slipped to the back of the stage with one of her
ladies-in-waiting, beneath the thirteenth painting.
“Three, two, one. Miss January,
please.” Miss January pulled the chord and revealed herself in goose bumped
glory. The audience applauded nervously, unsure how enthusiastic they were
supposed to be when faced with bare flesh in front of royalty. As each painting
was revealed, the applause grew more confident. When Xena’s likeness was
exposed in all its lush summer glow, a raucous male cheer was added to the
clapping. Xena smiled slightly, knowing that Erik had captured something true.
Caroline grew anxious as summer
turned to autumn. Miss October had been painted by Cecil Sharpe. In his youth
he had been dubbed the Yorkshire Picasso, his paintings and sculptures,
according to the gallery notes, charting the fracturing of traditional
relationships between men and women. In his dotage, he had mellowed, seeming to
enjoy the female form as an object of desire, tinged with humour and regret
(according to the gallery notes) that something so lovely was slipping beyond
his grasp. To the philistines who made up the bulk of the audience and hadn’t
read the notes, Miss October was simply a stunner in the act of discarding her
nurse’s uniform.
It was Caroline’s turn to pull the
chord. Not for the first time she had doubts about the wisdom of her decision
to reveal herself so completely. Caroline looked nervously over to Robert.
Antonia was holding his hand supportively. She shut her eyes as she drew back
the curtain. She waited for the audience reaction. None came. Then a few hands
clapped politely. She tentatively opened her eyes.
The newspaper art critics were
grouped together. They looked to each other, mouths gaping like fish. They
needed a leader. Was it good or was it terrible? Was it clever or was it
obscene? Then Benjamin Cummerbund from The
Times leaped to his feet and shouted “Bravo!”
The audience gave a sigh of relief
that it was considered acceptable to enjoy such an explicitly sexual work.
Thank God it was art and not pornography. Caroline turned round to see what
Erik had done to her. He hadn’t made her look horrible after all. He had
removed all the work tension from her posture and had her loose and inviting on
the couch, every sensuous brushstroke applied in loving realist detail. Her hands went to her face to hide her
blushes, and as soon as the cameras and the attention moved on to December, she
slipped back to her seat next to Robert and Antonia.
“I wouldn’t mind having that on my
wall,” said Antonia. “Do you think it would fit above my bed? I think I’ll make
a bid.” Antonia rummaged for her phone and looked up the on-line auction.
“Perhaps not, you’re already over a quarter of a million.”
“You see,
Robert, it was in a good cause,” said Caroline.
I am still married, despite everything,
to my beautiful wife Caroline. Writing is more than a hobby; it’s what keeps me
sane because my job is not as glamorous as people think. Commercial law is like
being in the army; there are long periods where nothing happens then suddenly
all hell is let loose. Rather like my marriage.
I had a book about the law published
years ago, but my first novel, Shameless
Ambition, was much more fun to write. I can’t really claim credit for the
concept. Life provided me with Caroline, my wife. The banking crisis provided
the plot. All I had to do was use my imagination for the parts where Caroline
refused to go into details. The first two books in the Shameless series push
the boundaries of memoir and I suspect that fiction will eventually take over
completely. I’m working on the third novel now. Caroline gets the bug for
gambling and infiltrates a match-fixing betting syndicate. It will be ready in
time for the football World Cup. The title? Shameless
Corruption.
Robert Fanshaw’s blog: http://fanshawrobert.blogspot.co.uk/
Website:
www.mywifecaroline.com
Twitter:
@RobertFanshaw
To buy the book Shameless Exposure,
follow this link to Amazon.com
For a free short story which tells what
happened when Caroline went for a country walk with the famous artist, Erik
Bellinker, send an email to me via the website link.
Thanks, Marie. It's been a pleasure to answer your questions. It's great to have an opportunity to explain a little to people what to expect from a 'Robert Fanshaw' title.
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