Cover Reveal & About the Photoshoot
Cover Reveal & About the Photoshoot
A Love Song for the Sad Man in the White Coat
My first full-length novel. Do I dare to say this is an important book? It’s important to me. Simon has been my friend and companion for more than three years. Simon and I had many long conversations over the time, but he deemed many of them superfluous—at one point, the book had over 95k words. It became ”only” 63k. The time I spent writing and re-writing Simon surpasses the time I invested in all my other stories together. Simon was with me when I wrote Ondro and Alex, and he’s still with me these days, mostly raising his skeptical eyebrow when I’m trying to write Gabriel. I’m not sure anyone can love Simon as much as I do. But I’m not going to stop you from trying.
Release day: December 15, 2017
Beaten Track Publishing
Simon had always expected love to feel different than this. Whether it was his Catholic upbringing or the poetry he’d read—Simon had thought that true love would be uplifting, fulfilling, that it would give a meaning to his loitering, and add joy to his leisure. But not this kind of love. This love was a flesh-eating monster, sharp-clawed and evil-eyed, ravishing his mind with medieval cruelty.
Dr Simon Mráz is a respected specialist and lecturer at the Charles University in Prague. He is a serious man, responsible. His students call him The Cruel Doctor Frost not because he’s unkind, but because of his unwavering, ice-cold composure. As a psychiatrist, he values sanity. And sanity can be found in work, restraint, and self-control.
Not many know of that one time in the past when The Cruel Doctor Frost lost his cool. His ill-advised, secret affair with a student left Simon deeply wounded. Since that day, every minute of Simon’s life has been a struggle to remain sane, functioning. He’s managed so far—as long as he is needed, as long as his work makes a difference, Simon can scrape together enough strength to get up in the morning and run off the nightmares. But when his friends begin drifting away, his beloved protegé becomes independent, and the man who bereaved Simon of his precious sanity might return… Simon’s mind and body stop responding to his impressive willpower.
There’s a guy, here in Gothenburg, his name is Francis Löfvenholm, and he’s a not only the kindest, sweetest of them all, but he’s also a talented photographer. Since I do my own covers, I can throw the money somewhere else. So, Francis and I spent two days in his studio; him moving giant lamps and screens from one place to another and back again, and me stealing beer from his well-stocked fridge.
I was lucky to find Jack, a professional dancer. Once upon a time, he worked as a server for Lucie, my dear sister in wines and dinners. She told me a story about Jack—how he slipped on the wet tiles of the restaurant patio while carrying three plates. He didn’t fall. Nope. He just glided down, ended up in a perfect split, the full plates he carried intact. Of course, Jack was amazing in front of the camera, making me regret all the beautiful pictures we won’t use. We managed to do the photoshoot with Jack on a Monday in November, just before he disappeared to Helsinki to work for the National Theatre there.
Then I was lucky to convince Andréas to stand in front of the camera on a Wednesday. Well, it didn’t take that much convincing I confess. Andréas only messaged me: “With or without clothes?” I still don’t know if the answer was disappointing to him or not. Contrary to what’s visible on the cover, Andréas is the single most energetic and perky person I know and call a friend. Andréas and Simon couldn’t be more different.
Tragically, Jack and Andréas have never met in real life. Only in the letters on the cover.
And I feel the need to point out that the beer I drink in the pics is Pilsner Urquell.