S.A. Partridge is a South African author. Her novel, The Goblet Club, is "a Gothic novel with distinctly South African features set in a mysterious boarding school somewhere on the South African Platteland. When Mark and his friends discover the dark secrets of St Matthews their thoughts turn to murder." The Goblet Club achieved top honours in the English category of Human & Rousseau’s I'm a Writer competition. This competition is held in conjunction with You, Huisgenoot and Drum magazines, SABC Education and Radio Sonder Grense (RSG). The Goblet Club also won the MER Youth prize at the 2008 Via Afrika awards in Cape Town.
What on heaven or earth or beyond could possibly compel an author of this mettle to interview me? I've lain awoke at night pondering such a question, and the only logical conclusion I arrived at involved both my handsomely hirsute appendage and my rugged, boyish charm. That, or my irrepressible modesty.
If you want to stalk S.A.Partridge and the fact that her initials and that of the South African Police are one and the same does not deter you either, then you can carpool with me. You will need a Groucho Marx disguise, an oversized raincoat (if you don't know the kind, don't bother applying), a case of fine red wine (if you don't know several kinds, don't bother applying), a smorgasbord of exotic cheese and a preference for the likes of Deicide, Morbid Angel, Nevermore or perhaps Le'Rue Delashay.
You should also do your homework by researching S.A. Partridge at the following online locations:
- The blog of S.A. Partridge at book.co.za
- The Goblet Cub Myspace page
- The Goblet Club on Bookfinder. No, you can't read it during stakeout. You have to pour wine, you ludicrous gimp.
S.A.Partridge: Do you have a motto?
Necro Files: "Women should be obscene and not heard" - Groucho Marx.
S.A.Partridge: I take it Groucho Marx died a single, lonely man?
Necro Files: Not quite, he was reputedly a womaniser.
S.A.Partridge: Womanisers. What do women see in them?
Necro Files: Must be the facial hair. I have this theory that bearded women are responsible for lesbianism. In the olden days, bearded women were plentiful.
S.A.Partridge: Bearded women? They were?
Necro Files: Yes. It's only after practices like the wicker man that their numbers considerably declined. Today, you can only find bearded women in Greece and Portugal, indicating that they must have fled there from the mainland. The wicker man is thus a plausible explanation.
Necro Files: So a girl sees another girl, but thinks it's a womaniser with facial hair and lesbianism blooms. Let's face it, once you snogged a girl you don't want to go back.
S.A.Partridge: It's a stretch. :/
Necro Files: Of epic Baron von Münchhausen proportions.
S.A.Partridge: Did they burn freaks in wicker men?
Necro Files: Well, wicker men were like the church's inquisition. So yes, freaks. Anybody who disagreed with the druids, anybody who were deemed unsavoury characters were burnt.
S.A.Partridge: You only really have Caesar's word for it that the wicker man ever existed.
Necro Files: And the lack of bearded women, obviously. When can we expect your next book?
S.A.Partridge: My next book is coming out in May.
Necro Files: I see. Will it also be in the teen fetish genre?
S.A.Partridge: No, I don't write teen fetish. I'm not Anne Rice.
Necro Files: Does it feature any bearded women?
S.A.Partridge: I hate you.
Charming lady. Buy the Goblet Club now!