When a troubled man meets both the devil and God in the same week, it is just the beginning of a transformation and an adventure for he and his teenage daughter. Brian Bradford, a writer and widower, wonders what is happening when his teen-age daughter seems to be undergoing a strange transformation, a transformation that seems to be turning her into one of God’s winged servants. In the process, Brian finds out who he really is, why this is happening to her, and what he is supposed to do with the rest of his life. In the end, Brian learns that if you truly love someone, you have to let them go. It is only then that life can truly begin anew.
Targeted Age Group:: 10-50
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was sitting at a red light one day and I watched as a pigeon was walking around the sidewalk and then took off. I then thought how wonderful it must be to be able to fly, and strangely enough the idea for this book came about. The seed for the idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the story and the various things that happen in it.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Both God and the devil and biblical figures. There are also Jack Nicholson, Al Pacino, Robert De Niro and Joel Osteen, all of whom appear in the book. The rest of the characters are a product of my imagination. Going into this book I wondered what it would be like to meet both God and the devil, have conversations with them. I took the opportunity to ask a good amount of questions of both. There is also a good amount of humor.
“I would watch out for that guy if I were you.”
Brian jumped in surprise at the sound of the voice and looked to see where it had come from.
Sitting comfortably in one of the chairs in the living room with one leg crossed casually over the other and looking at him with his famous Cheshire cat grin was Jack Nicholson. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that said I went to Las Vegas and All I Came Back with Was This Lousy T-Shirt and a pair of dark slacks.
“I know, I know…you’re probably surprised to see me.”
“I thought so. Most people act pretty much the same way you are now when they see me for the first time. I’m used to it,” he said in a nonchalant manner.
“How…how did you get in here? What are you doing here?”
“I go wherever I want,” he said as he did a grand ‘here I am gesture’ with his hands. “Big Jack always gets what he wants.”
“Uh, I suppose,” Brian said, astounded at the unbelievable fact that the Jack Nicholson was sitting in his living room. Then, as he moved towards him, he noticed something odd – he looked younger than he did in the last movie that he had seen him in, the Bucket List with Morgan Freeman. He now appeared to be a good twenty years younger. Also, he had a long-haired pony-tail.
“Uh, Mr. Nicholson, I don’t mean to be rude, but…you seem to be a bit…younger and…thinner than when I saw you in your most recent movie.”
“Well, Brian,” he said in the famous imperious Nicholson manner, “that’s because I’m using the likeness from another movie I did back in 1987.”
“I’m sorry?” he said as he sat down on the couch, almost missing it and falling to the floor.
“Let me put it like this – did you ever see the film the Witches of Eastwick?”
“I…I think so. Isn’t that based on the John Updike novel?”
“That it is, my good man,” he said with that familiar grin, his cat-like eyes glowing.
“You did that movie with Cher, Susan Sarandon and Michelle Pfeiffer. I thought you were the luckiest man on earth!”
“Well, thank you, Brian. I’m sure it was a lot of fun.”
“Oh, come on, Brian! What would Jack Nicholson be doing just popping up and sitting in your living room? Here, of all places?”
“Uh, well, now that I think about it, I guess it does sound odd.”
“Good man! Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“So…are you saying that you’re not Jack Nicholson?”
“Brian, I’m saying that that would be a very good assumption.”
“So…who are you?”
“Let me ask you this, Brian – what role did Jack Nicholson play in that movie?”
“What role? Uh, well, he was that eccentric, rich person who moved to town and turned the three girls into witches.”
“That’s true, but who was he, exactly?”
Brian stared at him as he tried to think. It had been years since he had seen the movie, but he did remember that Jack Nicholson had played a demon of some sort. Then, his eyes widened a he suddenly remembered.
“The Devil?” he said warily.
Jack Nicholson gave him that famous grin again, this time with a profile shot, and playfully wagged his finger at him.
“Good man, Brian! You really know your movies. I’m a movie man myself. Can’t get enough of ‘em!”
“So…are you saying that…you’re the Devil?”
“Well, Brian, let me ask you this – who do you think would most likely be spending some time in your living room visiting you: Jack Nicholson, a famous, big-time movie star who is probably always busy working, either on a film or on a pretty young woman, or…me?”
Brian stared blankly at…Jack as he thought about the question and, had to admit, it seemed more than a little bit unlikely that Jack Nicholson, one of the most famous persons on the planet, would be visiting him. Him, of all people. However, someone sitting in his living room that appeared to be Jack Nicholson and saying that they were the Devil did seem even more unlikely, in its own way.
“So, you’re saying that you’re the Devil.”
“That I am.”
“Then…why are you…appearing as Jack Nicholson?”
“Because he played me in the movie. A good job too, I might add. I’ve always loved Jack. Brilliant actor!”
“Well, what did you expect? A handsome, sharp-dressed man with a two hundred dollar haircut, a tan, and dressed in a thousand dollar Armani suit?”
“No, wait! Let me guess,” he said wearily, “you expected a tall guy with red skin, black horns, black eyes, a long, pointed tail and carrying a pitchfork. Maybe even hoofs instead of feet. That sound familiar?”
“Well, it is the usual description,” Brian said awkwardly. Jack Nicholson sighed.
“You know, I’ve been portrayed in a variety of ways throughout the years, but, for some reason, that’s the one that really sticks. Why is that? Can you tell me? I would really like to know.”
“Uh, not really, no.”
“Someone, I forget who, drew that likeness one day and it just caught on like wildfire! Even after all these years, every painting or drawing I see, there it is!” he said annoyed. “It really is not flattering at all. I have feelings to, you know. Just because I’m the Devil, don’t think that I don’t have feelings.”
“Okay, so you’re Jack Nicholson right now because…he played you in a movie?”
“Why not? It was a pretty flattering and sexy portrayal and you would not believe the perks Jack Nicholson can get when he is out and about. I’m serious. I never have to wait for a seat at a restaurant or in line or any of that. People see Jack and they just say ‘step right this way, Mr. Nicholson.’ Not to mention the women that this guy gets. You would be shocked. I mean really shocked!”
Brian stared at him with a perplexed look on his face as he thought about the situation that he was in right now. The Devil, appearing as Jack Nicholson, was telling him that he was a movie fanatic, loved Jack Nicholson, liked to eat out and, apparently, spent quite a lot of time mingling with various women.
“So, you…walk the earth as Jack Nicholson—”
“Among other people.”
“…among other people and you do this because…?”
“Hey, I like to have a good time as much as anyone else. Get out of the office every now and then. And, let me tell you, out of all the planets in the universe, Earth is always the most entertaining. There is always something going on. And, Brian, I am a man, and I get the urge to merge just as much as the next guy. Now, think about that. I mean really think about it. I can become anyone I want to be. That means I can be anyone a woman desires, inside and out. It’s almost not even a challenge anymore,” he said in playful wonderment. “I actually got the idea for it some time ago from Zeus. By the way, Brad Pitt is still a favorite among most women.”
“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind,” Brian murmured as he stared at him in bafflement and then shook his head while blinking his eyes. “Okay, enough is enough,” he said getting up and holding his palms out. “I have to admit, you had me going for awhile there, mainly because I have some other things on my mind and because you really surprised me with the Jack Nicholson thing, but come on! The Devil? I’m not twelve! Who are you and how did you get in my house? Are you working with that guy who was just here?”
Jack Nicholson stared at him with a hurt look on his face. “You don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t believe you!”
“Wow. Well, I guess that’s not unexpected. I mean, I guess it does seem rather hard to believe now that I think about it. Would you have believed me if I had just appeared as the red guy with the horns?”
Brian stared at him now with his arms crossed over his chest.
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