Named to reference David Bowie's most controversial album (itself borne out of losing one's mind in L.A.) Salem to Salem is my most angry and raw novel. It might just be my most terrifying novel to me, at least; the paranoia I weave about this book is so scary and unflinching to me, personally.

I wrote Torn Pages through the Fall of 2017 into the Spring of 2018 and, while I'm somewhat cagey about that certain aspects of that period, it was a wonderful time. My nostalgia for that time, which wasn't perfect, is why Torn Pages gets plastered on so much merch of mine. There are other books but they'll never be another Pumpkin Book. Not even the nine sequels that followed. That may look like a burning pumpkin to you but to me it's a sunny-sun. For once, things seemed to be headed in the...

I love America. More than most British people, I love America. Age eleven, I went to visit Florida and fell in love with how friendly the people there were, how forthcoming and welcoming, as opposed to the stiff-upper-lipped, class-divided, wry, sarcastic society we live in back here. I got a lot of crap from my schoolmates for my, admittedly OTT, love of America, with the common refrain being "leave then!" (those classmates are probably voting Reform right now). I would've done, happily....