A Biography. Of sorts.
Robert Pobi’s first novel, the international success Bloodman, was published in nineteen countries and fifteen languages, making bestseller lists around the world.
He lives in the country, but spends most of the summer months at his cabin on a lost lake in the mountains (where a 3:00 a.m. swim one August inspired his novel Mannheim Rex). When the cold starts chewing on the trees, he heads to a place he has on the beach, where his nearest neighbor—a retired cop who shares the same first name—makes the best whiskey sour he has ever tasted.
He writes at a desk that once belonged to Roberto ‘God’s Banker’ Calvi, and has (or definitely doesn’t have) a small collection of shrunken human heads (known as tsantsas in anthropological and collector circles) that continually freak out his housekeeper. He owns too many fountain pens and is constantly making notes in old-school Meade marble composition books.
Among his small group of friends, he is infamous for getting the only Buddhist monk in their ranks to yell at him (they were walking in the forest and debating the merits of meditation at the time—true story).
Some of his favorite writers are Jimmy Breslin, Peter Benchley, Michael Crichton, Stephen Davis, William Faulkner, Morton Freedgood, John Galligan, Thomas Harris, Ernest Hemingway, Christopher Hitchens, Andrew Kaplan, Rudyard Kipling, Glenn Meade, Seth Morgan, David Morrell, Jeff Raines, Trevanian, and Mark Twain.
His favourite books on writing are The Joy of Writing: A Guide for Writers Disguised as a Literary Memoir by Pierre Berton and Lessons from a Lifetime of Writing: A Novelist Looks at his Craft by David Morrell.
Due to his private nature, he does not do Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or any other social media. Much to his agent’s irritation, he does not own a phone. And he rarely answers email.