Hello, and welcome to the web site of Peter C. Foster: author, writer, and erstwhile taximan.
I write under the name Peter C. Foster, even though I have no middle name, my friends and family all know me simply as Peter, and I am not trying to hide. I feel obliged to use the Peter C. moniker to avoid confusion with all the other Peter Fosters out there: the well-known Canadian political writer, the prominent U.K. journalist based in the U.S., the two (yes, two!) notorious high-profile conmen in Britain and Australia, the ex-cop in northern England who brutally murdered his girlfriend, tried to cover it up by sending fake text messages in her name, then killed himself in prison after he got caught…
There are just too many Peter Fosters out there to be googled. I find refuge as one of the very few Peter C.’s. So far.
I am the author of three novels, all written in the last few years, all set in present-day Montreal.
I wrote the first to see if I could. The answer is yes. Last Call at the Ringrose Pub has recently been published and is available on multiple platforms for $2.99.
I wrote the second because I thought the story might be commercially successful. I plan to publish this one sometime later this year.
Finally, I wrote the third, simply because I liked the story and wanted to tell it, with no idea if it could find an audience. This one I hope to publish sometime next year.
There’s more information about these novels in the Books tab on the menu.
What else? I wrote and published my first story when I was twelve. (Total run, 1 copy, front cover art work by me, read by my classmate and my brother.) Since then, over the years, I have also produced some short stories, a couple of poems, even a play. All unpublished, of course.
I am also a writer, producing stuff other than fiction: a writer of communiqués, training manuals and other documents, even the occasional column for the Montreal Gazette. And I run my own little French-to-English translation/verification service.
And I’m an erstwhile, once-upon-a-time, incorrigible taximan.
For more than thirty years I made a living in the Montreal taxi industry in just about every capacity. At different times I was driver, call-taker, dispatcher, customer service manager, call center manager, office manager, and general manager for several different taxi companies in the city. Now I’m more or less retired from that world, but I still keep my foot in the door as a part-time instructor at the Montreal Taxi School (l’École du Taxi). Once in a while, I do some consulting work for local companies like Diamond or Taxelco. And I still follow the issues and give my opinion from time to time.
I can’t talk about myself without owning up to the fact that I’m a child of the Sixties and, like so many others of my generation, I was swept up in the historic tumult of those times. As an undergraduate at McGill University, I joined the demonstrations, supported the movement. It was a hell of a time to be young and alive. It turned my life upside-down.
Today my activism is limited to signing the odd petition against nuclear proliferation and sharing Facebook posts denouncing Donald Trump. But, like my years in the taxi business, the experience of those hectic days is still with me. It’s part of who I am, and it informs my writing in different ways, some subtle, some less so.