Death doesn't need our respect: Guardian Opinion

Death doesn't need our respect: Guardian Opinion

“If I had to pick a side, I’d take the celebratory funeral every time. Traditionalists might argue that wearing bright colours to funerals trivialises death. I agree. That, I think, is the point. We don’t want to trivialise the loss, but why not trivialise death? Forgive the language, but fuck death. It wins every time; it doesn’t need our respect.”

This Party's Dead: how Unbound works

So you're thinking of buying a book on Unbound. Congratulations! You're the 175,000th person or thereabouts. Here's how you do it.

I'm going to choose a book at random to use as an example. Let's say... oh, I don't know... MY BOOK, This Party's Dead.

I've been asked a lot of questions by readers that suggest they're not quite sure what the deal is with Unbound, and why the hell I expect them to buy a book that hasn't been written yet. So here's how it works.

I'm still writing the book, but that doesn't mean you can't buy it. In fact, if you buy it now I'd actually be REALLY GRATEFUL, because Unbound funds the publication of their books with preorders. Once it reaches 100%, the book gets published, and it has hundreds of readers before it even graces the shelves of Waterstones.

Also, those who help get it to 100% get a sexy subscriber edition, with their name in the back of the book thanking them for their support.

ALSO, instead of just buying a book, you have the option to pay more for some delightful extras. You can get a signed Collectable Edition or an edition with a dedication just for you. You can get the Biscotti Edition, which is a signed first edition hardback, eBook, your name in the back of the book, and a bag of traditional Sicilian ossa dei morti (bones of the dead) cookies, made by the author. As I'm fluent in Spanish, a couple of people have already gone for the Linguist Collection, a signed first edition hardback, the eBook, your name in the back of the book, and a one-hour Spanish lesson with me (in person if possible, or via Skype). There's an option for me to send you personalised video updates from the death festivals I'm writing about. And as Erica's weirdest skill is the ability to rap Alphabet Aerobics, you could even go for the Who's Calling Me? Edition, which includes a signed first edition hardback, the eBook, your name in the back of the book, and at some random point in the next year, I will call you and rap "Alphabet Aerobics". 

Tempted? Here's what you do. 

Go to the This Party's Dead page, and click the blue button that says "Pledge". It looks like this:

That will take you to a page of 15 options, ranging from the £10 all the way up to the £10,000 "Make this book happen" option that's only there in case of some kind of Secret Millionaire situation. Click on the option you want, and at that point it's the same as any other online purchase.

I hope this helped, and thanks for your interest in the project. Read more about it (and watch the trailer!) here.



[Audio] OneTrackMinds: the song that made me write a book about death

How honoured was I when filmmaker Kristian Brodie, one of the geniuses behind Next Goal Wins, asked me to perform in the very first OneTrackMinds? Very, that's how.

OneTrackMinds is one of those nights that should, and hopefully will, become a London institution. Six guests - writers, comedians, musicians - get up and talk about the song that changed their life, and then we listen to the track. It took place at the stunning East London venue, Wilton's Music Hall (it's incredible – if you haven't been, you must go. Seriously, go and listen to someone read the ingredients on a pack of biscuits if it's showing there.) 

I stole this image from the  OTM website  because it was too pretty not to, Your Honour.

I stole this image from the OTM website because it was too pretty not to, Your Honour.

I spoke about how a song helped me move from being a bereaved agoraphobe to someone who is travelling the world attending death festivals, writing a book and presenting a documentary.

Enjoy the terror in my voice in the moment I realise I'm attempting to tell hundreds of strangers a funny story about a dead body.