Eve Morton is a writer living in Ontario, Canada. She teaches university and college classes on media studies, academic writing and genre literature, among other topics. She likes forensic science through the simplified lens of TV and philosophy through the cinematic lens of Richard Linklater.
She has been writing since she was in high school and published her first poem at the age of seventeen. Since then, she has mostly published short stories in various anthologies as she continued her education in English Literature and Women’s Studies. Since completing a PhD in 2019, she has recently been able to devote most of her leisure time to editing all the writing she amassed over her graduate education, and currently has five novels on submission.
Q: If you could travel back in time, which of the great writers would you like to meet and why?
A: Jack Kerouac, but mid-career Kerouac when he was a recluse – so roughly the early 1960s. I’d basically want to yell at Kerouac, though, and tell him to stop drinking so much, because his books were good if he could just get over the ‘movement’ that the press said he caused. I’d also want to go to this era to see the women of the Beat movement, too, and secretly publish all their works so that when I time travelled back to present day, I could study them more.
Q: What is the first book you remember reading or having read to you as a child?
A: Matilda by Roald Dahl. My grade school teacher selected it, and it was a great choice.
Q: Is there a book that you keep going back to, and if so, how many times have you read it?
A: I have several! My favourites right now for fiction are A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Hellbound Heart, The Passion of New Eve and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. For non-fiction, I’ve returned to both Amusing Ourselves to Death and The Body Keeps the Score over and over, along with the memoir Wasted.
Q: Who is your personal inspiration?
A: Tommy Wiseau. If he can make a movie as bad as The Room, but still have the confidence (gumption? Ignorance?) to submit it to the Oscars for consideration, I can teach a mediocre class or submit a story.
When Adam met his father, he was selling something he didn’t really own. The white short-sleeved shirt and black tie Adam had picked up at a thrift store were enough for him to pass as a Jehovah’s Witness at the door to his father’s apartment complex. An old woman spotted the dark Bible in his …