An essayist and freelance photojournalist, Vincent Zandri is the bestselling author of The Remains, The Innocent and Moonlight Falls, Godchild and the upcoming release, Concrete Pearl. Mr. Zandri’s works have been translated into several languages, including Japanese and the Dutch. In addition to earning a widespread fan base, Mr. Zandri’s novels have been sought out by numerous major movie producers, including Heyday Productions and DreamWorks.
Vincent Zandri also writes for other global publications, which include Culture 11, Globalia and Globalspec. Additionally, Mr. Zandri’s nonfiction has appeared in New York Newsday, Hudson Valley Magazine, Game and Fish Magazine as well as many others. His essays and short fiction have been featured in many journals including Fugue, Maryland Review and Orange Coast Magazine.
Mr. Zandri holds an M.F.A. in Writing from Vermont College and is a 2010 International Thriller Writer’s Awards panel judge. Mr. Zandri currently divides his time between New York and Europe.
If writing doesn’t keep him busy enought, Vincent Zandri is also the drummer for the Albany-based punk band to Blisterz.
Please tell us a bit about your book, Godchild, and what you hope readers take away from reading it.
Godchild is the sequel to The Innocent. It picks up where the first book leaves off in that it answers the question of who killed Jack Marconi’s wife.
Who are your favorite characters in the story?
Jack Marconi is a former prison warden who by the time this book opens is a fulltime private detective. He’s still suffering from the loss of his wife and over the fact that he never found the man who murdered her. Yet he needs to move on with his life. So, on the day of his second marriage, he goes to pay his late wife Fran one last goodbye. At the same time, a car that looks just like the black Lincoln that killed her shows up in the cemetery. Driving it is a bald-headed man. It’s all Jack needs to become despondent and eventually obsessed with finding this bald-headed man even if, at the same time, he believes he might be going crazy. I think we can all relate to moments like these.
Do you have a favorite line or excerpt from your book?
The opening line…
“The Land Rover headlights drill through the early morning desert darkness, two fiery eyes burning on the silent horizon barely an hour before the sun rises over Monterrey.”
If your current release were to be turned into a movie, who would you love to see play what characters and why?
George Clooney as Jack Marconi for his maturity and poise. He also plays a great brooding character. And Parker Posey as Renatta. I think Parker is hot, talented, and fresh!
What are your favorite aspects of writing?
Freedom. I write full-time, and it allows me the freedom to go and do whatever I want when I want to do it. I can just as easily write from my apartment in Florence as I can in New York. So why not do it somewhere beautiful?
Your least favorite aspects of writing?
Up until recently, living on the fault-line of economic insecurity. Ha!
Who are some of your favorite authors/books?
I’m really into Charlie Huston right now. His Hank Thompson series is brilliant. Dave Zeltserman just signed a deal with my pub StoneGate Ink. Pariah is one of my favorites. Jim Harrison is always a favorite. Jim Crumley and Robert Parker, God rest their souls.
What are you reading right now?
A Wilderness of Mirrors by Max Frisch
If you could have a dinner party and invite five authors – dead or alive – who would they be and what would you serve them?
The late poet Roger Walls (I went to writing school with him), Ernest Hemingway, Norman Mailer, Henry Miller, and Anais Nin. I’d stock up on the booze and order out for Chinese.
What is a book that you wish you could say that you had written and why?
Jim Crumley’s The Last Good Kiss. It’s probably the most perfect P.I. novel ever written.
What is the greatest piece of advice (for writing and/or just living) that you have heard?
“Throw salt on the really bad reviews and even more salt on the great ones. The truth lies somewhere in the middle.”
It’s of course not just about books but a metaphor for life. And I think I made it up all by myself. Or maybe not…