A former advertising copywriter and television executive, Robb Cadigan lives with his wife and two children in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
Before becoming a full-time writer, Cadigan shucked oysters, drove a forklift, waited tables, sold clothes, edited TV Guide, and wrote advertisements for products as diverse as shoes, watches, and vacuum cleaners. For thirteen years, he was a marketing and television executive for QVC and helped develop the retailer into the world’s most profitable TV channel.
Cadigan holds a B.A. in English from Bucknell University. His well-received short story “Baptism” appeared in the popular Chester County Fiction anthology. Phoenixville Rising is his first novel.
CONTACT INFORMATION:
Robb Cadigan
email: [email protected]
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twitter: @robbcadigan
goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/robbcadigan
Before becoming a full-time writer, Cadigan shucked oysters, drove a forklift, waited tables, sold clothes, edited TV Guide, and wrote advertisements for products as diverse as shoes, watches, and vacuum cleaners. For thirteen years, he was a marketing and television executive for QVC and helped develop the retailer into the world’s most profitable TV channel.
Cadigan holds a B.A. in English from Bucknell University. His well-received short story “Baptism” appeared in the popular Chester County Fiction anthology. Phoenixville Rising is his first novel.
CONTACT INFORMATION:
Robb Cadigan
email: [email protected]
facebook: http://facebook.com/robbcadigan
twitter: @robbcadigan
goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/robbcadigan
SOME "FUN FACTS" WITH ROBB
My full name is Robert (with one B) and I'm named for my father, Bob (who in turn was named for Robert E. Lee, but that's a different story). My mother spelled Robb with two Bs, because "Rob" reminded her too much of theft.
Judging by home movies, I had a clear affinity for plaid as a boy.
My musical tastes are ever-changing, but The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, Jimmy Buffett, and James Taylor have been constants. I buy anything released by R.E.M., Dave Matthews Band, and Counting Crows. I like Adele, but I think Duffy is better. And I can't get enough of John Gorka, Shawn Mullins, Brandi Carlile, Jim Boggia, Jackson Browne, David Wilcox, Colin Hay ...
I believe intolerance is the root of the world's problems. I am intolerant of intolerant people. Yes, I see the irony.
I lead a Forrest Gump-ian life. From an early age, I've met and hung out with countless celebrities and athletes. I chatted with Henry Kissinger. A former Miss America rested her hand on my thigh through a long dinner. I zipped up Susan Lucci's dress. I interrupted Mariah Carey as she hit on Jerry Seinfeld. I saw Vida Blue and half the Baltimore Orioles naked. I stammered inane flatteries to Bruce Springsteen, Kevin Bacon, and Alan Alda. Sat on Whoopi Goldberg's couch. Used the men's room in the White House. The list goes on ... it's like living inside a Fellini film sometimes.
I've never shaken the hand of a President of the United States. I really want to.
I falsified my birth certificate in order to get a worker's permit at age 15, so I could get a job at Baltimore's Harborplace on the day it opened.
I once was arrested. I did not serve jail time. I would not do well in jail.
At times, I display mild OCD tendencies. Yes, it drives me nuts that OCD is not in alphabetical order.
My wife and I attended the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Dinner when Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, and Paul McCartney were all honored on the same night. We stood at the stage while Billy Joel played piano for Paul as he sang "Let It Be." Bruce played guitar behind them with the reunited E Street Band. Bono said hello to us.
A writer joke: A writer arrives home to find his house burned to the ground. A cop tells him they suspect arson and, worse, they believe the writer's agent is responsible. The writer smiles a wide smile and says, "Wow, my agent knows who I am?"
Historic movie theaters play an important role in my life. I grew up with The Senator Theatre in Baltimore, in which the "popcorn scene" from DINER was filmed. Today, I attend movies at The Colonial Theatre in Phoenixville, Pa, where THE BLOB was filmed.
I was on the platform about 15 rows behind the President during Bill Clinton's 2nd Inauguration. We all went "backstage" in the Capitol. The Secret Service told me to get out of Hillary's way. Another Gump-ian moment.
I play a Martin acoustic guitar 000-28. Not very well. And not often enough.
I was the first "Junior Oriole."
I was on Air Force One and pocketed a pack of playing cards with the Presidential Seal.
My favorite books are -- this changes every week or so -- THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF KAVALIER & CLAY (Chabon), THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP (Irving), PRESUMED INNOCENT (Turow), MYSTIC RIVER (Lehane), and SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS (Guterson) ... or maybe WINTER'S TALE (Helprin) ... or INTO THIN AIR (Krakauer) ... or ...
My full name is Robert (with one B) and I'm named for my father, Bob (who in turn was named for Robert E. Lee, but that's a different story). My mother spelled Robb with two Bs, because "Rob" reminded her too much of theft.
Judging by home movies, I had a clear affinity for plaid as a boy.
My musical tastes are ever-changing, but The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, Jimmy Buffett, and James Taylor have been constants. I buy anything released by R.E.M., Dave Matthews Band, and Counting Crows. I like Adele, but I think Duffy is better. And I can't get enough of John Gorka, Shawn Mullins, Brandi Carlile, Jim Boggia, Jackson Browne, David Wilcox, Colin Hay ...
I believe intolerance is the root of the world's problems. I am intolerant of intolerant people. Yes, I see the irony.
I lead a Forrest Gump-ian life. From an early age, I've met and hung out with countless celebrities and athletes. I chatted with Henry Kissinger. A former Miss America rested her hand on my thigh through a long dinner. I zipped up Susan Lucci's dress. I interrupted Mariah Carey as she hit on Jerry Seinfeld. I saw Vida Blue and half the Baltimore Orioles naked. I stammered inane flatteries to Bruce Springsteen, Kevin Bacon, and Alan Alda. Sat on Whoopi Goldberg's couch. Used the men's room in the White House. The list goes on ... it's like living inside a Fellini film sometimes.
I've never shaken the hand of a President of the United States. I really want to.
I falsified my birth certificate in order to get a worker's permit at age 15, so I could get a job at Baltimore's Harborplace on the day it opened.
I once was arrested. I did not serve jail time. I would not do well in jail.
At times, I display mild OCD tendencies. Yes, it drives me nuts that OCD is not in alphabetical order.
My wife and I attended the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Dinner when Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, and Paul McCartney were all honored on the same night. We stood at the stage while Billy Joel played piano for Paul as he sang "Let It Be." Bruce played guitar behind them with the reunited E Street Band. Bono said hello to us.
A writer joke: A writer arrives home to find his house burned to the ground. A cop tells him they suspect arson and, worse, they believe the writer's agent is responsible. The writer smiles a wide smile and says, "Wow, my agent knows who I am?"
Historic movie theaters play an important role in my life. I grew up with The Senator Theatre in Baltimore, in which the "popcorn scene" from DINER was filmed. Today, I attend movies at The Colonial Theatre in Phoenixville, Pa, where THE BLOB was filmed.
I was on the platform about 15 rows behind the President during Bill Clinton's 2nd Inauguration. We all went "backstage" in the Capitol. The Secret Service told me to get out of Hillary's way. Another Gump-ian moment.
I play a Martin acoustic guitar 000-28. Not very well. And not often enough.
I was the first "Junior Oriole."
I was on Air Force One and pocketed a pack of playing cards with the Presidential Seal.
My favorite books are -- this changes every week or so -- THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF KAVALIER & CLAY (Chabon), THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP (Irving), PRESUMED INNOCENT (Turow), MYSTIC RIVER (Lehane), and SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS (Guterson) ... or maybe WINTER'S TALE (Helprin) ... or INTO THIN AIR (Krakauer) ... or ...
