About Jack Du Brul
I get a little discouraged when I read the biographies of other thriller writers. Many of them are ex-military, retired special ops soldiers, clandestine agents with impressive records of defending the righteous. They’ve been in the trenches developing real-world experiences and skills that translate directly to the page. Three lives sound like a series of milestones. Mine is more like a collection of anecdotes because all I’ve ever wanted to be is a thriller writer and haven’t let much stand in the way of that goal. In fact I had made a vow that if I hadn’t been published by the time I turned thirty I would put it aside and get a job worth the tens of thousands of dollars my parents sank into my education.
I started writing my first novel at prep school and only abandoned the project after six hundred pages the encouragement of a few people who told me I had the gift but this wasn’t the story to pursue. I started my second, Vulcan’s Forge shortly after graduating from George Washington University while I was tending bar and waiting tables in Florida. It was published after I moved back to my native Vermont where I worked construction for my father.
This isn’t to say all I’ve ever done is work and write. Credibility is one of the keys to success as an author. Readers have to believe you know what you’re talking about or they won’t care about the book. There are two ways to gain credibility. One is to do massive amounts of research and the other is to actually do the stuff you write about. So I’ve taken flying lessons and leaned how to sky dive and scuba. I’m a pretty fair shot with a pistol but much better with a rifle. I’ve traveled to more than two dozen countries, many of which aren’t recommended for your casual tourist. There was a government warning in place when I was in Peru about avoiding unnecessary travel there, and a couple of days after I left the Shining Path guerrilla organization bombed the town where I was staying. I was on one of the last flights out of eastern Greenland before winter closed the airports. That was early September if I recall. I arrived in Eritrea a week after six Belgian aid workers were gunned down in the region I had planned to explore. Went though Checkpoint Charlie a couple of months before it came down and was in Israel when an airliner was hijacked by radical Palestinians and the country went on lock down.
These days, unfortunately, circumstances have changed and I can’t do as much traveling as I’d like. My father died suddenly in April of 2002 and my mother passed away eighteen months later. As a result I had to take over the family property management company and real estate portfolio, including an eighty unit apartment complex. I can tell you unequivocally that being a landlord is about the worst job in the world and could go on for pages with horror stories.
On a much brighter note is Debbie Saunders. We met in the most romantic of places, a bar. I won’t say who made the first move but whenever I tell the story she blushes. We were married on March 15th 2001 and I consider it the best day of my life.
Writing remains the most important aspect of my life but I promise if anything interesting happens to me I will gladly add it to this biography.