Creston and I had been email buddies until we met face to face last July. And then–you know how you instantly feel a sort of simpatico with someone? I think I fell in love with Creston–in a brotherly way, of course–when we jokingly announced that all first timers in a meeting had to curtsey. We were doing introductions around a circle, and when it was Creston’s turn, he stood up and curtsied! I liked him right away–takes a real man to do that in a crowd!
Creston is a talented writer with a big vision. I’ve invited him here today to talk about his book, NOBODY. Written by a Somebody–my friend, Creston. 🙂
Creston, why don’t you tell us about how you came to write this book? And how’s it doing?
NOBODY was released Sept. 11 by Multnomah and seems to be doing very well. Yay. It’s my third novel with Multnomah in three years and is a stand alone. The first two books, Dark Star: Confessions of a Rock Idol and Full Tilt were made up a two book series known as The Rock Star Chronicles.
The story behind NOBODY is pretty cool. I was with my late father, Bernie, at a park in St. Augustine, FL, when we saw a homeless man sitting on a park bench, clutching a loaf of bread, tearing off pieces, eating some and throwing chunks to the dozens of black birds all around him. My dad noted that “he” would be a good subject for a book. Then, when my publisher suggested Las Vegas as a backdrop, and a research visit to that city, I set up a day with Brian Brooks of the Nevada Health Centers, who took me all over the Vegas homeless community. We visited free clinics, talked to doctors and nurses, went to the soup kitchens and encampments where they “live.” I also met with Jud Wilhite, pastor of Vegas’s booming Central Christian Church (10,000-12,000). Jud shared a moving poem with me called I Stand By The Door, which amazingly aligned with my spiritual walk of getting too steeped in the church, and not concerned enough about the people outside the doors of it.
Since I was a reporter at one time, my main character, Hudson Ambrose, is a reporter for the Las Vegas Review Journal, the city’s real paper, which I visited when in Las Vegas.
The book begins when Hud hears a pre-dawn call on the police scanner at the newspaper about an injured person at a bus stop along The Strip. When he arrives, he finds a murdered homeless man. Waiting around for the police, Hud knows the case will get tied up in red tape when they do arrive. He wants to get an ID on the guy before the police come. He can hear the sirens bearing down. Quickly, he searches the mans pockets and is shocked to find a bank book with close to a million dollars in it. A safe deposit box key drops into the puddle of blood at the man’s feet. Hud’s got a decision to make. And off we go into NOBODY, and Hudson Ambrose’s breakneck investigation into the life of the homeless man, Chester Holte. Why was a former rich Atlanta business mogul living homeless on the streets of Las Vegas? What happened after his wife died in their private plane crash. Who was the beautiful Holly Queens and what was her relationship with Chester? And why does virtually everyone in the Las Vegas homeless community believe Chester was an angel in disguise?
Sounds like my kind of book–I love a book that raises questions.
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