Yes, the money gets to Peter. Unlike "Hi, I'm too much of a chickenshit to sign my name so I'm posting anonymously" a few posts down from this one, my name is Deb Grabien. I've been covering Peter's back and watching Connor spread his snake oil and slime for way too long.
I met Connor for the first time - at his request - around 2008 or so, after I had interviewed Peter for Cat Eldridge at Green Man Review. He called me, having got my number from Peter, and asked to meet for coffee, which, rather unsurprisingly considering what I've come to know of him, he didn't actually provide. It turned out that what he really wanted was to inform me that he, and he alone, was responsible for keeping Peter's nose to the grindstone, and, what was most important, that he was entirely in charge of Peter's money and not to lend him any. Power tripping came off him like skunk spray.
This was basically the first time in thirty years when I had shaken someone's hand and nearly wiped my own hand on my trouser leg instinctively. I'm allergic to that kind of BS. Everything about this man rang as false and as discordant as a counterfeit twenty. I began quietly asking around; after all, I had (at that time) about ten published novels. The feedback I got contained not one word to say in the man's favour. But the call was Peter's, and if anything about this relationship was working for him, more power to him.
As time went on, it became more and more apparent that something was way off. Peter was kept on a ridiculously short set of purse strings; when your apartment has a bedbug infestation, less than $150 for two nights at the local Motel 6 while the apartment was being fumigated should not be enough to cause an overdraft. And yet it was.
Right now, Connor is selling as much as he can in the way of ebooks and used books to raise money for one purpose only: so that he can use it to sue Peter with. It's ridiculous. He has a screaming ugly naked hate for Peter's longtime partner Peggy - they've been together 17 or so years. He's dragged Peter for eighteen hour days driving from one state to another, sleeping on sofas in fans' houses rather than in an actual hotel. This is the very definition of "elder abuse" - and as the lawsuit just brought against Connor by Sandbox LLC shows, Connor had taken money from Sandbox ostensibly to finance the same movie tour during which he spent virtually no money on Peter's comfort. The full text of Sandbox's complaint can be read at the website below.
I'd suggest checking the following website, if you're interested in a long, ugly history during which Connor has consistently defrauded people, lied about it, and generally shown all the characteristics of an advanced example of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, in which he is always right, no one has more power than he does, and he must always win because he is somehow smarter or better than everyone else. I'm not sure how he's planning on countersuing Sandbox, but I'm sure his out of control narcissism will find him something he thinks he can use.
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Date: 2016-01-09 07:37 am (UTC)I met Connor for the first time - at his request - around 2008 or so, after I had interviewed Peter for Cat Eldridge at Green Man Review. He called me, having got my number from Peter, and asked to meet for coffee, which, rather unsurprisingly considering what I've come to know of him, he didn't actually provide. It turned out that what he really wanted was to inform me that he, and he alone, was responsible for keeping Peter's nose to the grindstone, and, what was most important, that he was entirely in charge of Peter's money and not to lend him any. Power tripping came off him like skunk spray.
This was basically the first time in thirty years when I had shaken someone's hand and nearly wiped my own hand on my trouser leg instinctively. I'm allergic to that kind of BS. Everything about this man rang as false and as discordant as a counterfeit twenty. I began quietly asking around; after all, I had (at that time) about ten published novels. The feedback I got contained not one word to say in the man's favour. But the call was Peter's, and if anything about this relationship was working for him, more power to him.
As time went on, it became more and more apparent that something was way off. Peter was kept on a ridiculously short set of purse strings; when your apartment has a bedbug infestation, less than $150 for two nights at the local Motel 6 while the apartment was being fumigated should not be enough to cause an overdraft. And yet it was.
Right now, Connor is selling as much as he can in the way of ebooks and used books to raise money for one purpose only: so that he can use it to sue Peter with. It's ridiculous. He has a screaming ugly naked hate for Peter's longtime partner Peggy - they've been together 17 or so years. He's dragged Peter for eighteen hour days driving from one state to another, sleeping on sofas in fans' houses rather than in an actual hotel. This is the very definition of "elder abuse" - and as the lawsuit just brought against Connor by Sandbox LLC shows, Connor had taken money from Sandbox ostensibly to finance the same movie tour during which he spent virtually no money on Peter's comfort. The full text of Sandbox's complaint can be read at the website below.
I'd suggest checking the following website, if you're interested in a long, ugly history during which Connor has consistently defrauded people, lied about it, and generally shown all the characteristics of an advanced example of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, in which he is always right, no one has more power than he does, and he must always win because he is somehow smarter or better than everyone else. I'm not sure how he's planning on countersuing Sandbox, but I'm sure his out of control narcissism will find him something he thinks he can use.
http://fansagainstfraud.com/last-unicorn-tour-investors-sue/