I became familiar with the work of David S. Grant when he released his short story collection, Emotionless Souls. Since that time I’ve read Bleach/Blackout and Rock Stars, a tongue-in-cheek look at the careers and music that defined the 80′s.
Grant is back with a new literary release, Blood: The New Red. We talked about this latest release and his other projects.
Tell us a bit about yourself.
I’m the author of ten books including Corporate Porn, Bleach|Blackout, Hollywood Ending, and Rock Stars. My latest novel, Blood: The New Red, is now available. I live and write my weekly rock, travel, and NBA columns from New York City.
What made you first decide to become a writer?
I’ve always been writing in some form. At a very young age I would write short stories and essays which evolved into writing longer pieces of fiction and then finally, novella and novel length books. It’s cheaper than a psychiatrist. Whether it’s writing books or just scribbling in a journal, writing will always be part of my life. If not, then I will have a healthy psychiatrist bill.
Can you tell us about your latest book?
Blood: The New Red begins at an after party where Mickey, an ex-adult movie star turned supermodel, is aligning himself with one of top Designers of Seventh Avenue. While trying to land a job on the runway Mickey is thrown into the center of a scene where sex is often the motivation, the wine is served by year, and cocaine is back in full force. Juanita, Mickey’s girlfriend, is having difficulties staying sober, fully clothed, and off of her famous boyfriend.
Mickey goes to work for Fashion icon Paul Johnson, one of the two top designers in NYC. The other is Sandy Johnson, another designer who will stop at nothing including murder to guarantee victory. A runway exhibition has been scheduled for the two to compete in and find out who truly is the best Johnson. Mickey will be Paul’s top model, and Sandy has found a homeless person nicknamed Kung Fu Master to show his line.
In addition to getting his new line in place, Paul Johnson is also buying chain saws, the louder the better, to put the special in this special event.
Did you know that you can’t be sentenced to prison if actively seeking help at a mental facility? Paul Johnson knows this.
Somewhere between the girls, counting Vicodin pills, and show preparation Mickey has grown a conscience and no longer likes what he sees. He believes (and his psychiatrist agrees) that he has the power to change what’s happening around him.
Days before the show Kung Fu Master turns up dead and there is an attempt on Mickey’s life. After a brief period of unconsciousness Mickey is back, is told that Juanita and brother Cheeks are now also dead and that he must continue with the show. After all, what would Steven Tyler do?
What inspired you to write it?
The story of Blood: The New Red really starts with one of my first books titled Corporate Porn that featured a model, named Mickey, turning to the adult movie industry for work.
After other writing projects I started thinking about Mickey and what if he was the main character, and what if he came back to New York to regain his career as a model. Is this interesting? It was for me. Throw in fashion week, a pair of competitive designers, and Oprah on the runway, and I was all in! Given the initial thought that went into this tale the story wrote itself. At times I felt more like a ghost writer than an author. This also explains the break-neck speed of the book, moving from neighborhood-to-neighborhood and psychiatrist-to-psychiatrist, bridged only by drugs, low morals, and chainsaws!
What is one thing you hope readers will take away from this book?
I don’t know that there is one “thing,” but more a concept: Reading can be enjoyable! Blood: The New Red is a quick read that explores a dark side of New York City and hopefully makes you laugh. You’ve got the fashion industry, an ex-porn star turned model, and Oprah on a runway with chainsaws. I mean, what else do you want?
Where can readers purchase a copy of your book?
If you could meet any writer (living or dead) who would it be?
Charles Bukowski. We would meet in a dive bar in West Hollywood, drink several pints, and talk writing. Given Bukowski’s distaste for discussing his craft and penchant for bar fights, the night would probably end with my butt getting kicked, stuck with the bill, and no memory.
What is up next for you?
I continue to write rock columns (MetalUnderground.com, SleazeRoxx.com), travel narratives (TravelMag.co.uk), and an NBA column (ProBasketball-fans.com) on a weekly basis. I am also working on another novel titled The Devil Wears Black Leather, as well as a couple non-fiction works centered on rock bands and fear and loathing of travel.
Is there anything you would like to add?
Thank you for having me. For more information on my writing please go to http://www.davidsgrant.com or Twitter: @david_s_grant