A perfect Sunday with... Caspar Geon

Every week, a top writer, artist, actor or creator reveals how they’d fill their perfect Sunday, sharing their favourite comfort reads, movies, food… anything that would make their weekend great.

Today, it's the turn of mysterious author Caspar Geon!

Caspar's perfect Sunday… brunch

There's a lovely cafe near me that does Indian-style vegetarian breakfasts (parathas, dhal, mango lassis etc) as well as all the usual stuff. If it's one of those rare days when I hear the jingle of coin in my pocket, I'll have a mixture of all of that and a flat white, finished with a carrot and ginger juice as part of my ongoing and probably pointless attempts to erase decades of cellular damage from overdoing it. The recipes are by the owner's late mother, and they're all wonderful. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday… read

Every year, I reread a Jack Vance book or two, whether that's the magnificent Dying Earth omnibus or his lesser-known Oikumene/Alastor Cluster/Gaean Reach books. I still have a treasure horde of Vance's standalones left to read, and I'm saving them.

The same goes for Ursula Le Guin, David Lodge and Iain Banks. Reading Vance in particular produces (for me) a sort of Epicurean dump of endorphins, like cramming a whole slice of cake into your mouth in one go. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday… comic

Afraid to say I missed comics almost completely growing up, and have never owned any (apart from a very good Alien graphic novel from 1995 or so that I still have somewhere).

When I happen to end up in a comic shop I feel like a bit of a prat that the proprietor can smell from a mile off, window shopping for things I know absolutely nothing about and looking at all the pretty colours. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday... movie

If it's just my wife and me we'll watch old favourites like Labyrinth or Howl's Moving Castle.

I have a soft spot for strange movies that she refuses to watch with me such as The Great Beauty and Fantastic Planet, and I'll always try a crappy-looking, straight-to-Amazon found footage horror, just in case it turns out to be a hidden gem. It almost never is, but I've conditioned myself to like the crappy ones too now, so it's win-win. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday... TV binge

One show that I can't stop rewatching (and recommending) is an Aussie crime series called Mr Imbetween. Utterly brilliant writing and acting.

There's also nothing cosier than a good episode of Grand Designs on a rainy afternoon with a cup of tea. Will they come in on budget? Will they get planning permission? Will they end up divorcing at the end of the build? The possibilities are endless.

If I'm in Falling Asleep On The Sofa mode then it's The Thick Of It, Outback Opal Hunters or (and this is a VERY guilty pleasure that I'm hesitant to admit to, but to hell with it) Expedition Bigfoot. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday… podcast

As with comics, this is a blank spot for me, sorry. I prefer to overtax my eyes to the point where they don't work anymore rather than listen to people saying words. I can't pay attention for some reason - I'm also one of those people that can't absorb directions when they're given them by a stranger and go off in the wrong direction afterwards. I'll do a lot of nodding while they talk to me, but there's nothing going on upstairs. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday… album

At the moment, I'm working my way through Anže Rozman's atmospheric BBC soundtracks while I write.

When I cook, I put on something like Pietro Lazazzara or Louis Prima, especially if there's a glass of wine on the go and lots of things that need energetic chopping and burning, Classic FM if not.

Crowded House gets a bonus mention, though the lyrics all seem to be about pineapples and talking cutlery and make no sense to me. I knackered my ears listening to very loud noughties stuff while painting canvases at university, so when I go to bed, it sounds like there's a tiny goblin screaming in my ear. 

Caspar's perfect Sunday… treat

A long country pub walk with friends, doggos and a good view. I like to sketch, too, and try to do that every day.

One of my favourite solo walks is to an old, seldom-visited monument on a hill in Somerset that looks westward over the woods to the levels, perfectly in line with the sunset if you go late. There's something about the place that's both intensely beautiful and sad, like some far-future landscape where you'd fine Morlocks and Eloi. Then it's a slow walk back through the gloaming as the bats come out. I'm lucky to live somewhere with little artificial light, so I like to do a bit of stargazing for a while if it's a clear night (until the bloody goblin comes out - he spoils everything!) 

The Immeasurable Heaven is published 17th July by Simon & Schuster

The galaxy of Yokkun’s Depth has been settled since time immemorial. There is only one frontier left, and it’s a one-way journey: to pierce the skin of existence and delve the countless younger universes beneath.

Running through these universes is the fabled Well, a fissure formed in the distant past into which horrors have been flung for millions of years. Amongst their number was an impossibly ancient sorcerer, cast down to the wastelands of a thousand apocalyptic worlds, never to return.

Until now.

Whirazomar is crossing the stars in the belly of a sentient spore, hoping she can make it to the Well before her masters’ rivals realise what she’s hunting: somewhere far below them, a hapless explorer has drafted a map of reality. A map that the exile is sure to seek out. A map so valuable that a kaleidoscope of beings will run the gauntlet of every universe to get it, even at the cost of their lives.

Caspar Geon has lived many lives in many different dimensions, and published books in all of them. The Immeasurable Heaven is his first book set in the infinite realities of the Phaslairs. 

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