I will be visiting just about everywhere else in Australia in coming weeks to promote my new book, SILENT PREDATOR and the dates and places are here.
In fact, I don't really know why I'm skipping SA on the round-Australia book tour, except, I suppose, for the fact that I'm just not famous enough.
WA has the African diaspora (and I should add, at this point, that I'm making this all up in an attempt to make a rather lame defence for my publishers, who are organising the tour), Queensland has lots of my friends and relatives, Victoria has lots of... um... my publicist's friends, and, well....
Buggeration, LOF. All I can say is that if there were millions more of you South Australians, half the white population of South Africa and Zimbabwe living in Adelaide' many hills, then you might have the critical mass required to ensure at least 20 people showed up to a library talk.
Rest assured, Redcap, Louise and the other members of the South Australian cohort (that's probably you, Grant, Carole and Diana), that I have passed on your concerns to all those concerned.
Dare I suggest a petition (no, not even I am that big-headed).
One thing I will assure you, South Australia, that the next time I am in Adelaide to visit my good friend the Recently Retired Colonel, that I will post details here. I will name a time, a place, and a phonebooth (near a pub) where we can all get together for a drink.
How's that? Might not be until I get back from the next trip to Africa, though.
In the meantime, I have composed (with the help of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Madonna) a little ode to you all. It goes a little like this:
Don't Cry For Me South Australia
(My edits are in brackets, like this)
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange