I thought I would have some
fun today and do something a bit different. I recently had the opportunity to
interview my good friend, Falafel Jones. Okay, we aren’t really ‘good’ friends,
but I lost a bet over a bottle of tequila and some questionable humus, and, well, a bet’s a bet.
So, without further ado, I
present the transcript of The Falafel
Jones Interview: The Lost Tapes.
Me: Okay
Falafel, we know your brother Sweet Pickles Jones has a legitimate ‘paying’
career in construction so, as an ‘author,’ are you considered the black sheep
of the family?
Falafel:
I'm the black sheep in a family of black sheep. What's that called?
Me: My
Cousin, I think.
Falafel:
Actually, that's four but if fame and fortune ever arrive, I'll let
you know.
Me: Who’s
says that public school educations are worthless?
Me: Mystery
writers are an odd bunch. Mediterranean food aside, what, or who, would you say
influenced your work the most?
Falafel:
My biggest influence is my desire to be productive while sitting at home in my
pajamas. Well, they're not really pajamas but I understand that this is a
family blog. I actually have a Florida state issued private investigator's
license but I'm too lazy to work so I make up stories about what could happen
if I wasn't spending all of my time on the beach.
Me: In my learned opinion, work
is highly overrated.
Me: Most
people pick up a book and don’t realize just how much work goes into writing.
What would you say is the hardest part?
Falafel: punctuation; And
speling
Me: Huked
on fonics werked fer mee two.
Me: I
imagine you are hard at work on your next tome, care to give the audience any
clue as to what we can expect?
Falafel:
Things can change but right now, I just started work on Max Fried Mystery #3.
It's a locked room murder tentatively titled "Son of a Beach." Here's
a summary.
It's a warm, sunny morning
when Cabana Chuck parks his windowless, concession trailer on the beach. As he
attempts to set up shop on the sand, he's surprised to find the trailer locked
from the inside. His mood improves when a nearby Beach Patrol officer finesses
it open for him but neither Chuck nor the cop like what they find inside. Dead
in the trailer is Chuck's competitor, Bungalow Bill. Someone shot Bill and he’s
got a head wound too but there aren’t any weapons in sight. As Chuck's sunny
day gets cloudy, he turns to P.I. Max Fried to keep his hope for freedom from
sinking with the tide.
Me: I
like the way you lighten up a serious subject. Why let something like murder upset an otherwise lovely day at the beach.
Me: Anything
else you’d like to share with the readers?
Falafel:
Yes, thank you. Things are buzzing in Falafeland.
Me: Uhm,
that’s usually a good indication that it’s trash day Falafel.
Falafel:
Now that you mention it, wait, I digress. I just meant that Life's a Beach Then
you Die is coming out soon in a Spanish language edition titled Playa de Arenas Movedizas and that Audible.com
has given me some codes for free copies of the audiobook edition of Payback's a
Beach.
Me: Well,
there you have it. If you’re looking for some fun, slightly irreverent, reading
then look no further than Falafel Jones’ books.
For more information on the
author, and a few leads to collect the bounty, visit:
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