Dean Breckenridge has written, if I may say so myself, some very swift-moving action stories that feature a character called Wolf. He's an outlaw that is sort of a halfway house between the cops and the crooks; if you can find him, and need a square deal, he'll assist, and make the bad guys go away--usually with a .45 bullet to the skull. I caught up with Dean recently for a few questions.
Brian Drake: It's nice to sit and finally talk to you. We've been passing in the hallway for months now but this is the first chance we've had to talk.
Dean Breckenridge: I don't speak to the help.
BD: Well...I'm not exactly "the help", per se. Where do you get your story ideas?
DB: You're asking me that? Who asks that anymore? I'm calling my agent.
BD: You seem to know a lot about criminals.
DB: I read Mack Bolan books growing up. What did you read, Nancy Drew?
BD: I preferred the Hardy Boys, actually.
DB: You would, pansy.
BD: Now wait a minute...I don't understand the hostility here. This is supposed to be a friendly chat.
DB: I don't need this. Have you seen my sales lately?
BD: I see them every day, actually. Congratulations. You're doing very well.
DB: Would you say I'm doing better than you? THE ROGUE GENTLEMAN--what a joke. Nobody wants him. You suck.
BD: Actually, no I don't. I'm you. You're me. If people are buying your books, they're actually buying my books, so truthfully I don't suck at all.
DB: My head hurts.
BD: So where do you get your ideas, dummy?
BD: What's a newspaper?
DB: You know, the stuff birds poo on.
BD: I don't have a bird.
DB: Yes you do.
BD: I'm pretty sure I don't.
DB: You have a bird. Why else would I have newspapers here?
BD: There are no birds in my house.
DB: Are you sure you're in the right house?
BD: Let's get back on track. Where did Wolf, your current series character, come from?
DB: He's Batman without the tights. Do you like Batman?
BD: I was always more of a Superman guy.
BD: Are you always going to write about Wolf?
DB: I guess. But I'm also going to write about other guys, too. I got a spy series I'm working on that has lots of sex and violence. Or is that violence and sex? Or is the violence happening during the sex?
BD: I don't know.
DB: Well, crap, I thought you knew this stuff.
BD: And I thought you told me you were going to concentrate more on urban action stories and let me do the spy stories.
DB: That was before I started outselling you.
BD: You don't outsell me.
DB: Shall we look at the numbers again, smarty pants?
BD: You sell more because you have more books out. I only have a few and none of them are part of a series yet. Once I get more Rogue Gentleman books out I'll sell better, too.
DB: If that helps you sleep at night. Look, are we done here? I got drinking to do.
BD: We haven't had a drink since July 12th of 1996.
DB: Maybe you haven't. I need a drink to tolerate your lousy questions.
BD: You know what, you're such a punk that I'm not going to link your books to this interview.
BD: Hey, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist.
DB: If it weren't for me, you would't be driving a Corvette.
BD: My day job pays for the Corvette.
DB: And my money pays for the repair bills. $2000 in repairs for January alone. Are you nuts? If you want to piss away your money, give it to AIDS babies in Africa. Do you feel good that babies in Africa are dying so you can have a Corvette? And by the way, it's an old Corvette. Why don't get you a new one?
BD: You're just a sour puss, aren't you?
DB: I'm not sour at all.
BD: I've had enough of you. From now on, you stay on your side of the room and I'll stay on mind.
DB: Fine with me. My side is bigger than yours.