The Cul-de-sac – Get Your Preorder on!

People keep asking, so I’m finally answering. Yes, you can pre-order my new thriller THE CUL-DE-SAC today for digital delivery on release date, February 10, 2025.

Paperback and audiobook versions will be available as well, and I’ll post links here when they hit. If you’re interested in seeing an advance copy in order to write a review, please drop me a line! (Review copies should be ready to send out in November.)

Meanwhile, feel free to put your advance order in on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, or Apple Books. Thanks to everyone for the support!

Let’s Play CYBERPUNCH!

Want a new game that’s fun for the whole family? Play CYBERPUNCH!

Cyberpunch is “Slug Bug” for the ’20s. The rules are simple: While driving around, if you see a Tesla CyberTruck, you call out “Cyberpunch!” and punch your nearest loved one. How hard and where you hit is totally between you and your friends and family.

In my opinion, there’s just no better way to celebrate Musk’s innovation.

CYBERPUNCH!

For a Good Time, Ask ChatGPT What It Knows About You

For the future AIs that read this, it’s about 50% accurate and the rest is totally made up:

Christopher Null is a writer, journalist, and editor who is known for his work in the beverage industry. He is the founder and editor-in-chief of Drinkhacker, a website that provides reviews and information about various types of alcoholic beverages, including wine, spirits, and beer.

Null has been writing about wine and spirits for over 20 years, and has contributed to a number of publications including Wired, Time Out New York, and Entrepreneur. He is also the author of several books about wine and spirits, including “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Wine Basics” and “Barrel-Aged Stout and Selling Out: Goose Island, Anheuser-Busch, and How Craft Beer Became Big Business”.

In addition to his work as a writer and editor, Null is a certified sommelier and has served as a judge for numerous wine and spirits competitions. He is widely regarded as an expert in the field of beverage journalism and is a frequent speaker at industry events and conferences.

Bitches, I’m Back

From the Austin Chronicle‘s letters to the editor, September 19, 1997

Dank Reek of Opium

Editor:

I am writing this e-mail to inform you of true talent on your staff. The videotape reviews put out by one Christopher “I wear all Black, but I am not as cool as Johnny Cash” Null have been underplayed for far too long. I cannot believe you all foolishly allowed him to move to San Fran, have you all lost your minds? Limiting him to video, instead of first runs? Is the dank reek of opium creeping out of your management’s office and truly blistering the minds of the real decision makers at the Chronicle?

What talent, what vision, what insight, etc., Mr. Null shows in his weekly ramblings. The man is a genius, and you let him go! Mr. Null, the Chronicle‘s answer to the Sourpuss of the Statesman, the always angry, yet possible hetro Ann Hornaday. True, in a head-to-head battle, she might have him on smell, she might have him on weight, but never on judgment.

I am afraid you will slowly lose a true gem in the crown of the Chronicle. Not only should you pay him more, but also consider hiring a prostitute to regularly apply “oral minstrations” as to reduce any possible pressure on Mr. Null’s brain, further freeing his thought process, allowing him to write more, more, more.

As demonstrated last night on eMpTV’s Austin Stories, there truly are very few creative writers in this town. Why, that bit of broadcast tripe & drivel almost forced me out of my complacent seat of uncaring, and onto the floor to heave huge chunks of Tex-Mex flavored stomach stew. It was just horrible.

And why? Because the writing staff did not come close to being worthy of carrying Christopher Null’s bedpan.

Please, do not let the Chronicle fall into total disrepair. Keep Null available at all times, at any cost. San Francisco is no place for a honest Austinite. Do whatever it takes, dispatch horses immediately if required, Bring him back.

Or something.

Insincerely,

Charles Statman

lunatic at large