ERIC CZULEGER is a playwright, novelist, journalist and Returned Peace Corps Volunteer. His plays include Falling Dreams, Moonburn, No. Saints Lane, Head Over Heels and L.A. Lights Fire. He is the co-creator of Live Theater Blog a monthly play series which helped to fund international development projects in Northern Albania. He currently Lives in Los Angeles where he is at work on his first graphic novel Iron Angel. Www.EricCzuleger.com
What do your fans mean to you?
I started in theatre. I don't know if I've ever had fans, but I've had some great supporters of my work. The people who stayed around to chat after a show or during intermission are such fuel for a writer. As a novelist it's a bit different. People have to commit to reading your book and dedicate a lot of time to doing so. If people can spend their time reading Chuck Palahniuk, Brett Easton Ellis or Neil Gaiman and they choose to spend their time reading my book, that is an honor and a blessing.
What are you working on next?
I'm working on a novel that started as a short story in Immortal L.A. It's called "Farnoosh." It's about a Persian American woman who escapes the Iranian Revolution with the help of her genie who lives inside of a hookah. We follow Farnoosh (the aforementioned Persian woman) as she immigrates to America and grows up in "Tehrangeles," a section of West Los Angeles home to a thriving Iranian community. When we meet her she is trying to figure out her final wish after having the genie for 38 years. I'm very excited about this book, it's been a blast to research. The Iranian community in Los Angeles has been incredibly helpful. I'm also working on a play with my theatre group "Live Theatre Band," we're doing investigative-journalism-theatre on American sub-cultures. "Our Crowded Skies" is about the UFO sub-culture in America. We went to Area 51 and to an alien abductee conference for research, it's been a ton of fun.
The San Andreas Fault is the gateway to hell. The Hollywood Hills are mass graves of angels. William Mulholland defies God himself. Satan gets plastic surgery on Sunset Boulevard. A dead boy is stuck in traffic next to a vampire who can’t sleep, and an angel who has a an audition for the role of an angel. The stars are in the sky and on the pavement. The wolves are prowling. The weather is perfect