An author since he was in high
school, when he considered rhyming couplets to be the pinnacle of literary
achievement, Mike Robertson has written everything from plays to sports
stories, from academic treaties to poetry about his handicapped son, from letters
to the editor to non-existent op-ed pieces which have been published in
non-existent newspapers, all in a mildly sarcastic manner. An apostle of Woody Allen, Norman Mailer, and
Hunter Thompson, who he acknowledges did their best work twenty to thirty years
ago, Mr. Robertson, generally unpublished but unbowed, strives to try every
style outside of the Renaissance in his pursuit of the right word, the right
sentence, the right million dollar book deal.
A middle aged Canadian who is agnostic toward his country and dreams of
living in New York City, Mr.
Robertson is literary smart alee who hopes for redemption through the
publication of his own words.