I Will Be Reading Tomorrow at 11 AM at Glad Day Bookstore in Toronto

Tomorrow if you can, come and hear me read with a gang a great gay literati at Glad Day.

11:00 am Love, Toronto Stories filled with our city streets and heartbeats.

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Jeffrey Round

Cathi Bond

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Hello one and all,

Last week I did something that was totally fun and extremely fruitful. I was invited by Toronto installation artist and all around Riverdale bon vivant Laurie McGugan, to speak about Night Town at her book club.

cowboy(Laurie’s cool giant painting huh on top of a photo of a gravel pit. Had to share)

The book club was a fantastic experience. The women: smart, keen gals  had each given the novel a close read and were ready to fire off rounds of questions, considered critique and and even the odd compliment.

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It was a wonderful way for me to get a closer analysis of my work and I think it was enjoyable for the group to stretch their creative muscles and form ideas for their own fiction, or at the very least, get a deeper look at how literature works or how and why it can do a spectacular face plant.

The whole evening felt so right that I blurted right out asking them to consider acting as a sounding board for my next next book. I don’t know how that will work. The idea of the readers being nearly as close to the creative process as the writer, but I think it warrants an experiment. These ladies know literature and as I’ve said before, I think in the 21st century everything is going to be a much more collaborative affair.

How about you? What do you think about broadening the experiment? Let’s start in and around the GTA and see where the interest lies.

Which areas are hottest on …


… And enjoy assembling together in …..

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Put ’em all together and what have you got? The Book Club! An author, a new novel and and evening of vibrant literary chit chat.

The only hitch is, you’ve got to buy more than one copy of Night Town and madly pass it around. 🙂 To cut down on cost I bought a bunch in bulk and am pleased to drop them off meaning, no delivery…. and, I’ve even picked up the  tax.

I’m not trying to be greedy here, but there is a good reason for the phrase “starving artist.”

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So let me know if you’re interested. Put a post here or email me at cathibond@gmail.com.

I think it could be a blast or maybe a fist fight, but if the food is anything like the yum yums at Jane’s house there is another tantalizing reason to attend.

But me? Don’t count on my cooking.

Let’s make this happen folks. Can’t you feel a good time for bo0kies coming down the pike. What does that that mean anyway? Coming down the pike??




Adventures from the eBook Frontier – Dispatch Thirty One

Well here I all. Smack dab in whole lotta trouble. I’ve hit the sales wall. That’s when most of the friends and family have bought the book and the media onslaught is pretty much over and all that is heard is silence after the sound of squealing glass.

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I must say though at the risk of sounding cocky, the sales push for a first timer was pretty darned impressive: Pearse Murray from PROUD FM got out there first and barked for peeps to buy buy buy, Zoe Whithall inked a review for yon Globe, rabble was there, Gerald Hannon, godfather of the gay movement, layered Night Town up in so many smarts that I cried  NOW said yea and CBC’s book queen Shelagh Rogers gave it a pass with her scepter.


And all of you were fabulous. You bought it. Thank you. Thank you very much. And if you’ve still got a book store in your hood, ask them to consider stocking it. I can get all the details you need.

What about me? I’ve go to get to work again. On writing? Nope. On sales.

That means setting up my word press page so it works more efficiently. Does anyone in Toronto or Waterloo area know how that works?

Is there a dirt cheep cheep cheep book with pictures or step by step instep instructions as to how it works?



Then there’s the matter of sending eBook files. How do I send different kinds of reader files to different kinds of computers and different kinds of computers?

It’s daunting isn’t it?

And don’t you dare dump my blog saying to yourself, “Oh man I didn’t sign on to listen to all of this.”  Remember, when you joined me for the journey it was for good and for bad.”

I hope this is the worst and that it doesn’t get bleaker. Oh, and if you’ve got a used Word Press for Dummies you’d like to give away, I know someone who’d love it.


PS And remind me of the promise I made myself. Rather than chomping on a depressoburger, that I would get in my car with my dog and drive all of Ontario doing readings, because nobody was going to me able to sell this book other than me!

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The Deal of a Lifetime – Don't Miss it

Hello one and all, I was just at cruising around the invisible shelves at my invisible bookstores- Amazons and Chapters Indigo and they are selling Night Town at “HEY DON’T MISS ‘EM PRICES”

I am not kidding. This is is like Honest Eds or Gimble’s Bargain Basement giving things away for free.

The canararies are singing “cheep” “cheep”  “cheep”

Go forth and shop … for a limited time only.

Adventures From the eBook Frontier – Dispatch Thirty

Extra Extra Read All About It!


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Big media news this weekend in the Land o’ Bond.

First off be sure to tune into The Next Chapter at 1 pm on Saturday with Canadian book siren Shelagh Rogers who fiercely stands on guard, making sure that Canadian fiction will always be heard. Thank you Shelagh for letting me into the studio. And yep, she’s as as nice as she always sounds. It’s not fake. And it was a lot of fun.

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And then there’s more!

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Yes! It’s true. A terrif review of Night Town was just posted in the Globe and Mail. I don’t know what I did to deserve such great fortune as to have been read and reviewed by such a well-known and talented Toronto novelist as Zoe Whitall, but hey Zoe, I thank you.

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Back to work on the next one … which for some reason is a lot harder to work on when people are saying nice things about the first one.



See Yourself Live at the Launch

Thanks again to everyone who supported me at the book launch. If you watch it closely you’ll see yourself and who you were talking to. My pal Hester shot the photos in the video and I

Adventures From the eBook Frontier – Dispatch Number Twenty – Nine

Woweezowwee….I have been a bad girl

bad girlI’ve been out of communication since my launch update. This is not because I went on holiday.  I would “love” to go on holiday. But it’s this little matter of flogging the publicity horse.

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I can’t believe how nutzoid, kind of like exam period exhausting making, this launching a book can be.

First, you’ve got to remind all the folks who said they were interested in giving you ink, give you ink.


Then there’s a lot of time spent literally driving or walking around with my big bag of books stashed in the truck of my car or lashed across my back, literally selling them like a peddler of yore.


I thought I wouldn’t like this part of it. Well … in fact … I kinda do … I like chatting to people about my novel – the art of the old style visit. Especially talking about the part of my novel that deals with what it was like being gay back in the early 70s. Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy.

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And sometimes it really hurt. In the sticks and stones kind of way … and how words can never hurt you.

Times have changed so much. The gay community has been amazing and traditional media more welcoming that I ever could have hoped.

It’s like a topic whose time has truly come. It’s more than “Two Gay Boys Help You Build Your Dream House, Because They Have Better Taster Than You.” Or “Ellen” is the new host of “Kids Say the Darnedest Things.”

Well I’ve got a lot more things to tell you, but I’m going to parse them out slowing, so you keep coming back. And all the news so far is pretty good. Thanks in part to me and of course BIG thanks to the gang at Iguana Books led by Greg Ioannou likely the most book loving person I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of them.


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Adventures From the eBook Frontier – Dispatch Twenty Eight

Hey all

I have learned a ‘big honkin’ bucket

I have been humbled. I have been educated in a field that I genuinely thought I knew something about. I have learned the true power of social media.

What sells candies, shirts, real estate, refrigerators and panty liners, what promotes and informs nearly every decision we make in our lives is most largely determined by the power of social media. It no longer belongs to traditional conduits of promotion.






Whether or not you succeed or fail depends on whether or not your candies etc get LIKED, get blogged about, the good word spreads and hopefully some modicum of success follows.

It’s a kick actually.

The power now truly rests with you, the people. It no longer belongs to the critics.  Whether or not that makes me sad or concerned, is a moot point.  To be a success people have to click that they like your product, that they really really like you.

The other thing I’ve been doing, which I wouldn’t have done before, is boldly approach people (not cold on the street)  but people I casually know and ask them if they want to buy my book.

I did it today at the pharmacy.  Sale!

I did it in the parking lot of my apartment building two nights ago. Sale!

Even last year I would have been ashamed to have done this, now I’m not. It’s like, “I wrote this. I like it and I think you’ll like it too. Want to buy it? I’ll give you a good price.” 🙂

And you know what? It works about 50 percent of the time. 

But what’s really going to make my book get out there is you.

Yep that’s you…..

I need you to like it on your FB and most especially if you bought a copy on-line please please please write a short review and post it on wherever you bought it. That has been the biggest realization slap of them all.

I’ve learned this week that NOTHING  sells books like regular folks word of mouth and their purdy little thumbs up. And the icing on the cake are those little mini reviews, they make the books fly out of the eBook stores.

And then of course the bloggers. I have decided that I am no longer afraid of the bloggers. This week I will bake some cookies (yeah right) and go knocking on blogger doors.

“Hi, I’m Cathi. I have snacks and a free ARC. Will you be my friend?”

This will probably make blogger doors shut faster than my Mom did when the pack of Jehovah Witness were spied striding up the front walk.

So that’s it. If you’re up tomorrow, that’s Saturday,  between 9 & 10, Pearse Murray host of A Fabulous Morning (and a pretty fab fellow himself) will be chatting with me about the book.

And thanks again for ALL of the support at the launch. I’m still floating in happy cloud land.



Adventures From the eBook Frontier – The Book Launch was a Grand Success

Hey all,

For everyone who came, saw, chatted, drank, ate, listened to me read and bought a book, I thank you.

When I’ve got some pictures I’ll post then, but mostly I just wanted to say goodnight and thank you again, so much, for making this such a memorable experience.


Adventures From the eBook Frontier – Gerald Hannon Weighs in from Xtra Magazine

Hi all, it’s book launch day and I’m really nervous, but I’m also thrilled to pieces.
When I opened my inbox and saw a link to a review of Night Town in Xtra, written by the one and only thrill … of … pieces.
So here goes….
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REVIEW / Cathi Bond’s Night Town is a vibrant, harrowing first novel
Gerald Hannon / Toronto / Friday, May 10, 2013
“Not enough ecstasy for me,” Jack Kerouac famously wrote in On the Road, “not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.” Of course he was romanticizing: he was white, a soon-to-be icon of the beat movement, “wishing I were a Negro” and bewailing the white world’s pallor in the ecstasy department. Toronto writer Cathi Bond has a much more nuanced, less romanticized view of nocturnal life in her vibrant, engaging and often harrowing first novel. Night, she knows, can protect, can seduce, can bore, can terrify – especially when your protagonist is a small-town teenaged girl coming to terms with personal tragedy, a developing sexuality and a city – Toronto – experiencing its own tangled adolescence.
Maddy Barnes is a 13-year-old girl living a storybook life in a small southwestern Ontario town. Her father is the town doctor. Her mother is beautiful and a model homemaker. The marriage seems a real love match. She has two younger brothers, and the whole happy package might seem like a sketch for a domestic television sitcom except for Bond’s skill at adding just the right amount of narrative dissonance: the little neighbourhood girl struck and killed by a car in the opening pages. Maddy’s sadistic grandfather (he torments the children by pinching them). The medical tests that her mother undergoes in Toronto and which no one seems to want to talk about.

It turns out Mrs Barnes has cancer, though that isn’t revealed until much later (locals believed it was infectious and happened only to bad people). Maddy becomes convinced that she’s the one responsible for her mother’s untimely death, which happened not long after she’d been caught being French kissed by a boy. Her mother’s refusal to say she had cancer, Maddy’s misplaced guilt and the slow realization that she’s attracted to girls combine to send her life spiralling out of control. It gets worse when her father remarries and the family moves to Toronto. Before long she’s stealing narcotics from her father’s office until, inevitably, she’s living on the street and dealing the drugs she’s come to need as badly as her clients.
Bond is particularly good at painting a nuanced picture of street life – the world out there is both gritty and tender. Yes, there are monsters: Hermann, the local drug czar, is a chilling psychopath, but crazy drunk Gabe and angelic whore Lily create a kind of family without the prose having to descend into mawkishness. As Maddy slowly develops a hard-won acceptance of her lesbianism, we get intriguing glimpses of gay Toronto in the 1970s. The Blue Jay, a dyke bar at Gerrard and Carlaw, was ground zero for stone butches and their frilly femmes. That scene, funny, disturbing and touching, horrifies Maddy (“there was no way I was going to spend my life dressed like John Wayne”), but she isn’t exactly inspired by the scene at Jo Jo’s, a clone bar on Church Street, where she gets introduced to the gay male hanky code and the fact that gay men will have sex outside, even in the dead of winter. There’s change in the air, though – gay men and lesbians are beginning to socialize together, and Helen, Maddy’s guide that night, talks about the power inherent in being out and being proud, though she’s just coming to realize that herself. The novel hurtles perhaps too precipitately to a conclusion that can seem a little pat, but there’s no “happily ever after” for these characters, not quite yet. Unlike Kerouac, they’ve seen too much night.
Bond is gay and a broadcaster for CBC Radio. Night Town is the middle volume of a projected trilogy she says will be the story of a family and of a city over the course of nearly 100 years, a story that will “document our history as citizens of Toronto (as everything’s being smashed to smithereens) and also document our collective gay history. I see it being forgotten, and that infuriates me.” She won’t write history in the academic sense – scrupulously researched, possibly dry, rigorously fact-checked, referenced and indexed. We need that, of course. But there’s something we need at least as much – good story. Bond has that in hand.Night Town
Cathi Bond

Book Launch in Toronto
Mon, May 13, 6-8pm
The Imperial Pub
54 Dundas St E

 See you tonight, as I said, in a thrill of pieces.