Vivian Unger lived most of her life in Montreal, Quebec, where she graduated from McGill with a B.A. in Classics and Computer Science. In 2006, she moved to Fredericton, New Brunswick, where she currently resides with her husband. She reads widely in both fiction and non-fiction but her favourite genre is speculative fiction (science fiction and fantasy).
Her first stab at self-publishing was back in the 90's with Louis Rastelli's Distroboto (a repurposed cigarette machine) in Montreal. She sold a novella in a format small enough to fit in a cigarette pack.
Since that time, her fiction has appeared in the online magazines In My Bed and Inscribed, the anthologies Twisted Tails V: Apocalypses Now and Then and re:myth: Stories and Poems by the Blacktop MotorCycle Gang, and in the print magazine The Rejected Quarterly.
Aside from literary pursuits, Vivian enjoys gardening, cooking, wild plant identification and occasional spurts of knitting.
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Flashing It: A Tiny Collection of Tiny Stories
By Vivian Unger
Published: November 3, 2013.
An unusual audition that changes the course of Hollywood movie-making. An unusual cookbook. Boltzmann brains! And more in this brief collection of flash fiction, in which not everyone has bothered to put on a pair of briefs. (And some can't, because they have no bodies.)
(4.50 from 2 reviews)
By Vivian Unger
Published: July 11, 2013.
Louanne's popular cousin invites her to ring in the new year/decade/century 2100. But her first-ever New Year's party is a disappointment, and Louanne is fed up. She's tried so hard all her life to make friends, and nothing works. What is she lacking? Charm? Self-confidence? The answer turns out to be much simpler, as she uncovers a conspiracy from a tumultuous period of history: the Green Wars.
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- The Deception of Devin Miller
on July 27, 2013
Our protagonist wakes up in the hospital with no memory of her life up to that point. She doesn't even know who the guy in her room is, yet she trusts him and wants him around, even though he hardly opens his mouth without insulting her. There's no doubt she needs a little support; she's having a rough time, what with recovering from a car accident, remembering nothing, facing drinking and driving charges, and having a man highway that leads into her bedroom. Yes, that's right. Every time she enters her bedroom hoping for a little privacy and relaxation, a young man speaks to her from a hidden corner, or pops out of the closet. This includes the insulting guy she chose to trust at the beginning. First it appears he climbed up a ladder that is lying outside her window for reasons that are never explained. Later the author seems to forget all about the ladder and we're told the young fellows are scaling a trellis.
All this room invasion would be an awful business for anyone. Just imagine how bad it would be for someone recovering from trauma, or trying to. Yet she never even closes the window!
The author writes pretty well, and the book is a page-turner, with lots of suspense to hold reader interest. But there is just too much here that is ridiculous, starting with Devin deciding that she needs to hide her amnesia from her family. She agrees to pay Trey, the insulting guy, one hundred dollars a day to stick by her and feed her the information she needs to fake it. Trey turns out to be madly in love with her, but despite that and being of very little help to her, HE STILL POCKETS THE MONEY. Hard to believe--but then this book contains no believable characters. Or likeable ones.
I've never read Christian fiction before, so I can't claim to know anything about it, but I never thought it would make me feel so dirty. We're treated not just to teenage drinking and driving, lying, and infidelity, but less run-of-the-mill sins like an eighteen-year-old girl sleeping with her best friend's father. So be warned; the "eww" factor is high. I almost needed a shower after finishing this thing.