Interview with novelist Eric Rill

Today’s guest is novelist Eric Rill. He’s touring his latest novel, An Absent Mind, with Goddess Fish Promotions.


During
his tour, David will be choosing one random commenter to win a $50 Amazon or BN
gift card (winner’s choice). To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your
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Bio:

Eric Rill was born in Montreal and graduated
from Cornell University with a Bachelor of Arts, and from UCLA with an MBA. He
held several executive positions in the hospitality industry, including
president of a global hotel group. His hobbies include trekking, scuba diving,
and collecting antique carpets. Eric has
two sons and divides his time between his residence in Panama and international
travel. You can reach him at his website at: www.ericrill.com
Blurb:
A riveting new novel from Eric Rill, author of Pinnacle of Deceit
and The Innocent Traitor, is about a race against time. The ticking time bomb
is Saul Reimer’s sanity. His Alzheimer’s is going to be the catalyst that will
either bring his family together or tear it apart.
Excerpt from An Absent Mind:
Saul: My Last Place on Earth
It’s
all unraveling.
Last
night, I found myself somewhere on Monkland Avenue. I had no idea how I got
there. I looked in a store window and saw my reflection. It took me a bit to
figure it all out—like that the person in the window was a man, and that the
man was me.
I
didn’t know what to do. I glanced down at the bracelet on my wrist and
everything— well, not everything, but the gist of it all came back to me. I am
Saul Reimer, formerly a healthy, intelligent man, married to the same woman for
many years, and the father of two children he loves more than anything in the
world.
The
key word is formerly, as I am sure you’ve already figured out. Because
today—and I have no idea what day it is, other than it is really cold and I
wish I had a jacket on—I am nothing, not a real man, that’s for sure. I mean,
how can you be a real man when you don’t even know where you are half the time,
and when you do know, more often than not, you can’t grasp the concept of your
surroundings?
I
felt in my pocket for my wallet, but it wasn’t there. All I had was my bank
card. I spotted an ATM machine at the corner. But when I got there, I couldn’t
figure out how to work it. A woman walked up from behind. I gestured for her to
go in front of me. She smiled and said she was in no rush. I looked at the
machine, with all the words flashing across the screen. My hands were getting
slimy, and beads of that wet stuff covered my forehead. Why couldn’t she just
go first?


Then
suddenly, it all made sense. I followed the directions, but it took me a few
tries to get the card into the machine with the strip the right way. I looked
behind me again. The woman was fidgeting with her purse strap. Then the machine
asked me for a personal identification number. The good news is, I knew I had
one. The bad news is, I had no idea what it was. My brain is like a shortwave
radio, mostly static that occasionally finds the station, but even then the
sound isn’t always clear.
In
a way, it will be a blessing when my mind is totally gone, when I am a
vegetable, slouched in a wheelchair. Like many Alzheimer’s patients on
Montreal’s West Side, I’ll probably make a pit stop at Manoir Laurier. Then,
when Manoir Laurier can’t cope with me, or we can’t afford it anymore, they’ll
ship me off to Belfrage Hospital, my final stop on this beloved earth. I’ll be
there, incontinent, drooling, and incoherent—that is, if I can even manage to
get a word through my blistered lips. And when it’s all over—when my heart
finally gives out, or I contract pneumonia, and my family says, “Let Saul go;
he deserves some peace”—when that happens, they’ll take me down to the autopsy
room, cut my skull open, and find the tangles and plaques on my brain. Then
they will be able to say with 100 percent certainty that Saul Reimer had
Alzheimer’s.
Do you ever wish you
were someone else?
  
Not really, but if anyone for a short
time…Larry David. He’s funny, intelligent, and independent . Oh, and did I say
rich?
What did you do on
your last birthday?
 
I’m not big on birthdays, but one I remember was a surprise helicopter ride to
a glacier near Queenstown, New Zealand. On my last one I spent the whole day
trying to program my fitbit scale, which for some humane, or inhumane reason,
only recognizes me as a guest.
Do you have any
tattoos?  Where? When did you get
it/them? Where are they on your body?
 
No, I didn’t know that was a requirement for
an author.
What are you working
on right now?
 
Trying to organize a vacation after finishing my book, but it seems marketing
it takes longer than writing it!
What do you think
you’re really good at?
 
I’m a people person
What do you think
you’re really bad at?
 
Understanding people!


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9 thoughts on “Interview with novelist Eric Rill

  1. MomJane says:

    I really enjoyed your comments. If I should win, I would like the Amazon gift card. I would use it to buy the books I love.

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