Interviews
Interviews
Interview with John Zunski by Anthony Vernon
Note From the Editor: Anthony had a sit down with John Zunski, Author of Cemetery Street, Shangri-La Trailer Park and Nightwatching
Q- Most children and many people hate reading nor could they imagine reading a book. What inspiredyou to write your works? A- I’ m not most people. From a young age I’ ve wanted to be a story teller, I’ ve always equated storiesto be magic and their tellers to be magicians, and wished that maybe, just maybe that I had a bit a magic to share with the world.
Q- Do you feel books are becoming a lost art? A- Absolutely not. I’ m fairly certain that there are more books – both in print and electronic format – floating around today than ever. It’ s a basic human need to both tell and be told stories, and fora great number of people reading is the only satisfactory means. Movies, Television and such and only reach a certain depth. Those of us who desire, need, a deeper, richer experience will forever provide a listening for storytellers.
Q- What are some of your interests? A- Chess, hiking, exploring, wildlife, human behavior, history, The Universe – or maybe it’ s the Multiverse.
Q- If you could be turned into any animal what would you be turned into to? A- A bear. Bears are my totem.
Q- Is it fun for you to be able to make money off of books? I ' m going to assume yes making money off of anything is awesome. So to rephrase my question did you ever want to be something other than anauthor? A- Sure it is, whenever I can turn a dollar as a fruit of labor it’ s a rewarding experience. The consistent theme throughout my life is I’ m a dream chaser. If I find something that sparks an interest, I chase it. I used to own a hockey rink, so I live and breathe hockey. I was also a firefighter and am currently writing a novel in which firefighting plays a major role.
Q- If I forced you to write a story about Mike Tyson eating a carrot do you think it would be a good story? A- Why don’ t I write one and you be the judge? This is off the top of my head, so let’ s hope it makes sense.
“ Eh, is that Mike Tyson walking down the street?” Yellowfeather, asked.“ Where?” Tom Hawk asked.“ Are you blind? Right there,” Yellowfeather said pointing with his chin across the street. And he’ s munching on a carrot.”“ Nah, you’ re crazy. That ain’ t Mike Tyson. And that’ s no carrot, now, is it? It’ s George Foreman and he’ s smoking a cigar.“ Caw, you can’ t smoke a carrot.”“ You can’ t eat a cigar,” Tom Hawk insisted.“ He’ s getting away! HEY MIKE! MIKE TYSON! WHERE YA GOING?” Yellowfeather shouted. The man across the street kept walking, either not hearing or ignoring the voice calling after him.“ You fool, I told you that wasn’ t Mike Tyson, it’ s George Foreman. Watch and learn.” Cupping his hands about his mouth, Tom Hawk bellowed:“ MR. FOREMAN, HEY MR. FORE- MAN. I LOVE YOUR GRILL. MY MOM COOKS ON IT ALL THE TIME.” The man seemed to not hear Tom Hawk’ s cries and slipped inside a bar. Being too young to drink, even too young to go inside, they sat outside the bar and waited. Every time the door open the two friends jumped up only to be disappointed. Soon the sun dropped lower in the sky, and a chill settled over the town.“ Hey,” Yellowfeather asked a drunk stumbling out of the bar.“ Is Mike Tyson in there?”
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