Less than two weeks ago, my batshit crazy publisher Melinda Ferguson got the demented idea of bringing out an eBook called Lockdown – The Corona Chronicles, featuring seventeen South African writers. I am among this eclectic pack of cabin-feverish scribes who, too fearful of being lashed by Ferguson’s filthy tongue, produced the goods in record time.
It’s available for download from Amazon for the special death-defying price of R99, or whatever that is in real money.
It’s not like you have anything better to spend your money on.
Hark, the Christmas tills do ring. The season of giving, taking, looting, stabbing and shooting is almost upon us. The Little Drummer Boy has already driven me from at least two malls.
All you can do is laugh. You have to, otherwise you’ll cry. This is where my new book is useful.
As you know, if you’ve been paying attention, Durban Poison is available in proper bookshops like Exclusive Books and Wordsworth. Other shops might have it, too. If they don’t, burn them to the ground.
If you want your copy scribbled in, you’ll have to buy it right here on this site. Just click on the Contraband link. You wouldn’t be the first. In fact, I’m on my way to the Post Office right now to despatch the first bunch of orders. I have even provided photographic evidence in case you think I’m lying.
Stock is limited, as is my enthusiasm for continuing to pay for packaging, postage and driving to the Post Office.
‘Durban Poison: A Collection of Vitriol and Wit’ by Ben Trovato is the funniest book I’ve read all year
Remember my Sunday Times column The Whipping Boy? Of course you do. Did you ever buy the book of the same name? Of course you didn’t. But now you can. It’s one of six of my books currently available as downloads. You’ll find the books under Contraband.