Pierrick Euston is a writer based primarily in a small town on either side of the English Channel. His father, an English woolen lacemaker, and his mother, who wrote excessively about the influence of medieval French philosopher Peter Abelard on the modern French thinker Jean Baudrillard, were professional peripatetics. In their spare time, they divided Pierrick’s education at home and in schools while touring breweries, monasteries, and vineyards throughout Europe.
Having an early fascination with dendrochronology and hermeneutics, Pierrick would later pursue these interests by concentrating his studies at university in the fields of ornithology, the Avignon Papacy, and the sunflowers of Bordeaux. After successfully graduating Fere Cum Laude, he pursued a prolific career writing short epic poetry in Lancashire and Aquitaine. It was during these years that he committed his energies to memorizing the slurred legends overheard at various pubs and bistrauds and applying them to his frequent rereading of Russian literature, The Three Musketeers, and existentialism. He is currently perusing every other volume in The Human Comedy and drinking 24 ½ cups of coffee each day as he believes he is not half-as-great a Frenchman as Balzac.
Preferring the nome de plume Lucien Thistlethwaite, Pierrick frequently travels to Bucharest where he is assembling the tram schedules in each of the city’s six sectors while cataloguing the cafés along each route for a two-volume travel brochure.
When at home, Pierrick enjoys listening to the radio with the sound turned down and contemplating the undiscovered meaning of the famously obscure quote: “The puissance of words, forever our folly, surpassed solely by this, the triumvirate most fearsome: the music of silence, the universe of tears, and the eternal embrace in the nonexistence of our love.”
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Pierrick began writing The Songe of If after wandering England's Lake District before finding brief and melancholic refuge on an isolated, French farm, his days unexpectedly brought alive by the solemnity of playful chickens, their predicament before him casting reflections of purpose and the certainty of fate. From the lessons they shared, this story was born, hewn from the remnants of tales that will forever survive, floating as they do between the incessant bluster of life and the consoling sweet silence in the shadows of dreams.
The Songe of If (The Gift) is Pierrick's debut novel and the first tale written under his given name. He is slowly working on the second volume titled The Songe of If (The Promise).
