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About Facing the Son, a Novel of Africa

1: Where did the idea for the book come from?

I wanted to go back in time to the West Africa I traveled in the early eighties.  It was a different place than today. The risk to white, western, or European travelers was not as pronounced.  The US State Department didn’t warn to stay in the main cities.  Such as it was, I got around without the sense that my mere presence would incite trouble.

Plus I wanted to tell a story about a father trying to find and repair his relationship with his son, a subject close to my heart.

So I set the story in a place and time that was familiar to me, and struggled with a father’s journey not only though the territory but through his own feelings and past behavior.

2: What genre does your book come under?

Let’s say Adventure, or possibly Family Adventure.

3: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

I could see Jeff Daniels as Matt, the midwestern father in search of his son.  Maybe Chris Rock as Jean-Louis, the angry concierge.  Mary Steenburgen as Melanie, Matt’s ex-wife, organizing the trip to force the two men in her life to come back together.

4: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Matt Reiser fulfills his ex-wife’s request to travel to west Africa in search of their estranged son, and upon arrival he is drugged, robbed, and left penniless and paperless in an Abidjan slum.

So starts the book and Matt’s journey of discovery.

5: Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?

My book is self-published.  And I plan on self-publishing all my books, even if I get lucky and one turns out to be a hit.  I like the independence.  And I will remain a GREAT fan of all independents.

6: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

The first draft took about eight weeks.  Revision can take me many months more, depending on how much time I have to devote to remake and rework the story, the characters, and the language throughout.  I reworked this story at least a dozen times over the course of eighteen months.

7: Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I just wanted to write the kind of book I like to read.  Plus I really missed my son, and writing about those feelings a father has for his son allowed me to feel a little closer to him.

8: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Take a look at the headlines coming out of north Africa.  My characters are amalgams of some of the people I met and got to know over the course of my travels through the territory.  There was always a tremendously strong and prevalent feeling about the former French colonists, and this I noticed and felt constantly.  There was and still is a seething animosity toward that chapter of history.  It’s not surprising to see that historical and cultural resentment flare up as it has recently.

If you’re interested in looking a little bit deeper into the territory through the eyes of fictional characters, then this is the book for you.

Now!  Let’s get to know this great new novelist:

Tom Gething

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The Best Choice in 2012, March 15, 2012 By Cat mom (LI NY) – This book is different from my usual Kindle choices…. It was absolutely outstanding. I found the African setting interesting. The father’s search for his son drove the exciting plot. The novel was worth many stars.*

I loved this book, March 12, 2012 By Jim Brumm – I can’t believe that this wonderful book is as inexpensive as it is. It is a great read of a father’s quest to find his son in Africa to deliver a letter from the boy’s dying mother. But it’s so much more than that. It is a saga of cultures clashing, of regret, redemption, and adventure, all told with great writing. There aren’t enough good books that are set in Africa. This is one of the best. I would have been happy to pay $10 for this book.

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Matt Reiser, from Fort Wayne, Indiana, landed in Abidjan, Côte d’Ivoire, on a May evening in 1979.  He woke the next morning with a terrible headache.    

He rubbed his neck, his skin hot, gritty, and sticky, and blinked directly into a bright parched wall.  He sat up with a jerk.  “Ow!”  His back.  He twisted himself upright, confused, on a hard pack street.  A group of strange people stood over him.  A short heavy bald man in a horizontally striped shirt dangled a cigarette from his lips.  A severe woman with critical eyes held a headless chicken by its feet.  Several ill-dressed men looked on from behind.

“Get away from me!”  Matt waved his arms to shoo the crowd.  “What are you looking at?”  He meant to shout but coughed.  He was groggy.  His body didn’t respond.  He needed to focus.  “Where am I?” 

Matt struggled to his feet and felt the blood fall from his head, placed his palms on the wall for balance.  The wall felt warm and rough, and he waited for the dizziness to pass before turning to see where the hell he was.  The sun caught him in the face.  Too bright.  Couldn’t see.  Shaded his eyes. 

Who were these people?  The bald man stared at Matt.  Made him aware of his heavy, crumpled sport coat.  Matt pressed his lower back to stand straight.   

“Where is this?”  He stepped away from the wall, turned his attention to the area around the building, and stumbled into the street, splashing through a curbside rivulet. 

“The hell?”  He looked at his wet socks.  “Where are my shoes?”  He looked around and saw tenements running the length of the street in both directions. Weeds, spindly bushes, even a short tree, poked through the broken road.  Trash lay in scattered piles.  An old cane chair with a busted seat butted up against a wall.  A mangy mongrel rummaged through the trash at the corner of a building.  Nothing like Le Grande Hôtel here.  Le Grande Hôtel.  The idea of it burnt brightly in Matt’s yawning consciousness with the promise of cleanliness, a cool shower, and an air-conditioned room with a view.  And security.

“Police,” Matt said, his anger taking shape.  “I want the police!” he shouted.  “The police!  Do you hear me?  Get the police!”

The old woman knocked the bald man in the shoulder and uttered something. 

“My bags!”  Coming to, Matt looked back at the empty space around the square building.  “My bags were in the trunk of the car.”  He slapped his pockets with growing panic.  “My money!”  Then he slapped his chest to feel for his passport and rammed his hands inside his jacket pockets.  “I can’t believe this!  They took everything!”  He threw his arms out and traipsed toward the onlookers.  He couldn’t imagine going home empty handed, returning to his wife’s everlasting disappointment. 

A moped skidded to a halt beside the commotion.  The rider, a teenage boy with an Afro and wearing an orange and green soccer jersey, stayed seated, his feet as kickstand, watching.  The boy looked fresh, as if he just woke up and was on his way to school, or work, or whatever it was these people did around here. 

The group gave Matt space and watched him strut. 

“I don’t speak French,” he asserted. “No parlez français.”

The scruffy cur, suspicious of the strange man’s nervous energy, dropped his head and snarled and Matt kept the mutt in sight in case it lunged at him.  Was it rabid?  How much worse could this get?

 

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