PEARCE HANSEN Pearce
Hansen was born in SF into a train wreck of a family, and came up on
the streets of Oakland in the ’70s. Functionally homeless
at a young age, he’s almost completely self-educated through
omnivorous reading: he counts Thucydides & Spillane, Dostoevski
& H.P. Lovecraft, Dickens & Nietzsche among his dear
friends.
He spent decades in “the Life,”
misspending his youth careening from one terror-in-retrospect abortive
learning experience to the next. Cab driver, bouncer, kick boxer,
Marine: all the stereotypical noir writer’s breeding grounds
apply here. He’s had some pretty insane adventures along
the way, starring a diverse cast of characters in some extremely
surreal milieus.
He’s been writing for ten years,
drawing on the experiences of an upbringing spent on the floor of Hell
as disposable gutter trash. He writes because he’s good at
it, and because he has no choice.
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