Humorous short pieces about my life as an at-home dad with four small children used to appear regularly in the Globe & Mail and Chatelaine, and can still be found fairly regularly on the back page of Today's Parent. In 1996 I published my first novel, Crosstown (Toronto: The Riverbank Press), which was short-listed for the City of Toronto Book Award. (My editor and I are arguing about certain scenes right now.) And I am writing a semi-graphic novel about kids who fall into a comic book.ĭo you want more details? Really? Okay, then. Zomboy – an undead story – is due out next year. My most recent offering is Ink Me, a tragicomedy about a tattoo gone wrong, told in supercool phonetic speak by our learning-disabled hero. You can read more about them somewhere else on this site. Since 1996 I've published fifteen books for adults and children. I wrote for years before that, but no one cared. How much more do you need to know about anybody? I like black licorice and rice pudding and ratatouille and coffee. The motto of South Carolina is Dum spiro spero.- success comes by breathing. I’m right handed, my car has a dent in the passenger side door, and my blood type is A.
I write and teach and talk about writing and other things. I do not have four children - they have me and we all know it. They all grew together and I still have them, together with all my organs except tonsils. I was born with very little hair and very little feet and hands. Renowned author Richard Scrimger draws on his powerful ability to tell a story that can truly make you laugh until you cry. Urban blight and rural beauty, Into the Ravine is a journey where the geography mirrors the contradictions of the human heart. By accident, they crash a funeral, and, by design, they crash a pool party - with tragic results. They are bombarded by bicycles, hoodwinked by hobos, and bewitched by bikinis.
They rescue a diabolical dog, confront a hydrophobic gang, and survive a waterfall. On their way, the boys meet with a series of adventures that are funny at first glance but resonate deeply. After all, at thirteen they are old enough to take a day trip by themselves. When a tornado brings down a big maple tree, the boys make a raft of the branches and set off downstream. This familiar territory is by turns comforting and terrifying. Behind their backyards is a ravine through which flows a modest river. In the tar-melting heat of a suburban summer, everyboy Jules, athletic and handsome Chris, and oddball Corey (he laughs at gravel and anticipates zombie attacks) have lived side by side for most of their lives.
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