Twenty questions for authors, none about writing. Some questions are not in the form of a question. (Previous Q&As may be found HERE.)
This week we have NATHAN KOTECKI, author of the YA novel The Suburban Strange, released today. (See below for purchase links.)
NK: Daniel Craig
2. Satan hoofs up and says two words to you. What are they?
NK: “Read Goethe?”
3. Give us an A+ summer song.
NK: “She Sells Sanctuary” by the Cult. There is no better soundtrack for cruising down the highway with the sunroof open.” [Youtube]
4. What is the worst injury you’ve ever sustained?
NK: I’ve been quite fortunate in the physical injury department, so in all honesty, I’d have to say a broken heart – worst pain and longest recovery time.
5. Form a supergroup using any four musicians, living or dead, that would be thoroughly awesome to experience, for better or worse.
NK: Elizabeth Fraser, Hauschka (Volker Bertelmann), Brendan Perry (but he doesn’t get to sing), and Brian Eno
6. What was your best Halloween costume?
NK: I was R2D2 at some point in the early eighties. A big cardboard box and a reprehensible amount of aluminum foil.
7. Tell us something you built.
NK: A couple half-hearted forts. A wall of silence. A house of cards.
8. If you could safely have one non-domesticated animal as a lifelong companion, what would it be? (Fantasy creatures are allowed.)
NK: I’m so allergic… Panther, maybe? One of the big cats.
9. What do you like to grow?
NK: Nephews. I just got my second one, yay!
NK: “L’Année Derniére à Marienbad” by Alain Resnais.
11. How would you like those eggs?
NK: The best egg dish I’ve ever had was an appetizer at Blue Hill in NYC – a farm fresh egg served easy with periwinkles. Amazing. But everything I’ve ever eaten at that restaurant has been amazing.
12. What’s the worst thing about your favorite holiday?
NK: That it (Thanksgiving) is never going to be the way it was when I was a child/teenager. The mix of people, a pair of houses in Pennsylvania and New Hampshire, the food, the leisure, the unassuming joy – over ten or more years I accumulated a Platonic ideal of Thanksgiving by enjoying it in real life. But then the people dispersed, the places are now inhabited by strangers…
13. You’ve just been turned into a lousy superhero. Who are you, and who is your nemesis?
NK: I am the Hipster. I arbitrarily decide I like things, commonly because everyone else thinks those things are gauche, and then I rescue them from obscurity and deliver them to Urban Outfitters. My nemesis is Anna Wintour.
14. Name a thought that has profoundly scared you in the night.
NK: I won’t figure out my purpose before it’s too late. Or I’ll never figure it out at all.
15. You’re stinking rich. What’s the first thing you add to your home?
NK: A Barcelona chair by Mies van der Rohe
- 16. What are you up to this weekend?
NK: Slaving away at a grant proposal (day job). Writing something amazing. (Hah!) Loving the nephews.
17. Which color makes you feel the most comfortable? The most anxious?
NK: There’s a happy place between grey and indigo that really does it for me. Worst is neon orange.
18. What is the strangest job you ever had?
NK: I worked for a concert promoter one summer back in college, and they threw a kids festival. I helped other college kids get into these massive cartoon character outfits, drove them out to the festival grounds in a golf cart, picked them up after they’d been at it for a while, and then tried to revive them from heat exhaustion before they had to put the outfit back on and go out again.
19. I mean honestly: aren’t you better off living without ___?
20. James Cameron discovers something new at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. What do you hope it is?
NK: Since “his death” has already been taken, I’ll change it up: A deep and enduring sense of remorse.
Nathan Kotecki has a degree in architecture, has DJ’d at the largest goth club in New York City, and has shown mixed-media artworks in a gallery in Chelsea. (Two and a half of those things are true.) Nathan lives in North Carolina.
Previous Q&As may be found HERE.
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