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Dead Writers in Rehab

The only thing worse than waking up with the hangover from hell is waking up with a hangover in hell by Paul Bassett Davies

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The Synopsis

“It is dark, dirty, grim and confusing - in a very good way. It’s also warm, humane, funny and mischievous, and all the pages are in the right order.”

Jeremy Hardy

When literary reprobate Foster James wakes up in a strange country house he assumes he's been consigned to rehab (yet again) by his dwindling band of friends, and growing collection of ex-wives. But he realises there's something a bit different about this place after he gets punched in the face by Ernest Hemingway.

So, is Foster dead? After an acrimonious group therapy session with Hunter S Thompson, Colette, William Burroughs, and Coleridge, it seems pretty likely. But he still feels alive, especially when he gets laid by Dorothy Parker.

Then he discovers that the two enigmatic doctors who run the institution are being torn apart by a thwarted love affair. Now he and the other writers must work together to save something that, for once, is bigger than their own gigantic egos.

This is a love story. It's for anyone who loves writing and writers. It's also a story about the strange and terrible love affair between creativity and addiction, told by a charming, selfish bastard who finally confronts his demons in a place that's part Priory, part Purgatory, and where the wildest fiction can tell the soberest truth.

The only thing worse than waking up with the hangover from hell is waking up with a hangover in hell.

The Excerpt

Okay, I accept that both those other times, when it was all over, I could see they'd been right. I hated it at the time of course, especially the first one, when the whole concept of an intervention made me physically sick as they cornered me in the kitchen, in my pyjamas, and explained it to me. I was probably going to be sick anyway, given my condition, but ever since then I can't hear that word, intervention, without feeling the bile rising in my throat. I stood there with my back to the sink, gazing at them like some poor, dumb, bewildered badger about to be torn to pieces by a pack of slavering hounds who've somehow learned to speak a special smug, sanctimonious language all about denial and responsibility and co-dependency.

But they were right. It probably really did save my life. Especially the first time, when I woke up in what turned out to be The Priory. The second time was a bit different, as I knew what was happening and where I was being taken (which turned out to be a less expensive facility, because I wasn't selling so well by then, and the TV series hadn't been re-commissioned, and the screenplay had been given to someone else, to be 'improved' in the way that a heretic is improved by being burned at the stake). But that was rehab. This time the bastards have put me in a fucking nut house…

The corridor led to a doorway. The door was open. I walked through into a large room, tastefully decorated, mainly in blue. Some big French windows were letting in a generous helping of daylight and fresh air. All very pleasant. But you could strap me into an orange jump-suit and deprive me of all sensory stimuli, like some trembling peasant suspected by the CIA of harbouring unwholesome thoughts about democracy, and lead me into a room like this and whip the bag off my head, and I'd know exactly where I was. It takes more than a few coats of Dulux Blue Lagoon and some rubber tree plants to disguise an institution. There's something in the DNA of a building like this, whether it's a school, a prison or an old people's home. Bad vibes.

I looked around. I couldn't see any food but I could smell something cooking somewhere. There were three doorways out of the room, including the way I'd come in, and the French windows. A faint scent of something I recognised but couldn't name drifted in from the garden and mingled with the aroma of distant cooking. The food smelled good and I wondered which was the quickest route to its source.

I became aware of someone breathing heavily behind me. I turned to see a burly, grizzled man slumped in an armchair near the door I'd just come through. He was glaring at a woman who was sitting as far away from him as she could get while still remaining inside the room. She was about forty, with big eyes, and she looked tired. She was studiously ignoring him. The grizzled man, who had a scrubby beard and looked as though he might have mislaid a trawler somewhere nearby, turned his gaze slowly away from the woman and looked up at me. I thought for a moment there was something familiar about him, but when he spoke I could hear he was American, and I don't know any Americans who look like him although I know a Scottish barman with similar facial hair and the same mottled, rosy complexion of someone who likes to get drunk quickly and uses spirits to do it. Read more...

The Author

Paul Bassett Davies (@thewritertype) has been writing for thirty years and he still hasn't finished. During that time he has also been a minicab driver, a DJ in a strip club, a welder's mate, and the vocalist in the band Shoes for Industry (two John Peel sessions).

His first book 'Utter Folly' ("A very funny novel" – Jack Dee) spent several weeks at the top of Amazon's Humorous Fiction chart when it was published at the end of 2012, and has been optioned for television.

In television and radio his credits include Smith and Jones; Spitting Image; Rory Bremner; Jasper Carrot and many more. He wrote a BBC radio sitcom with Jeremy Hardy, and produced the Sony Award winning radio show 'Do Go On', with Griff Rhys Jones and Graeme Garden. His own sitcom 'Reception' was broadcast by BBC Radio 4 in 2013. His radio plays have starred Bill Nighy, David Hemmings, Alison Steadman and Martin Clunes. He has written and produced radio commercials, and music videos with Kate Bush and Ken Russell. He once worked with Spike Milligan – twice.

Paul wrote the screenplay for the feature animation film 'The Magic Roundabout' and has been working on a film about counter-culture comic book heroes 'The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers', with their creator, comics legend Gilbert Shelton. He has written and directed award-winning short films. Some of his published short stories have also won awards.
In April 2011 he was Creative Director of the London Comedy Writers Festival. He is also a director of Euroscript and runs workshops with them.

Questions & Answers

John Dowie John Dowie asked:

when do i get my directors fee?
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Hello John. I will never forget your inspired directing of our stage work, and even though my association with you bankrupted me both financially and morally, I forgive you. The sooner you pledge for my book, the sooner I'll be in a position to answer your question.

John Dowie John Dowie asked:

The carrot has been dangled. The donkey bit.

Thank you. Lovely. When it comes to motivation I'm a big fan of the carrot and stick approach. Basically, you can stick the carrot wherever you want.

Adam Hamdy Adam Hamdy asked:

If your entertaining tweets are anything to go by, this will be a blast. I'm in!

Hello Adam, I'm glad you enjoy the tweets, and thanks for supporting the book. Naturally, it's a lot longer than any of my tweets, and is a different kettle of ghosts altogether, but I hope you'll enjoy it. Best, PBD.

How big is your shed.?

It's pretty big. It's my tool shed, so it has to be. Know what I mean?

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