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David Evans is a Toronto-based pain consultant with an interest in all types of chronic, intractable non–cancer pain. An avid fly fisherman, crossword and Sudoko aficianado and global traveler, The Arkansas Connection is David’s first novel, but he is hard at work on a second one!
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About the Book
Welcome, David. Please tell us a little bit about your book.
Frank Munro, manager of the New York Mets, leads a turbulent life trying to win with a team of dysfunctional underachievers. Soon after the Mets lose the final game of the season, Frank finds out his mother has died, and he must return to his hometown of Catsville, Arkansas, to arrange her funeral. His attempt to give her remains a grand send-off results in mayhem, and out of pity his mother’s friend Alice invites him to a “tea party” with three other ladies, where the tea is actually moonshine. Frank gives them a play-by-play of that final game, and manages to survive the evening. He returns to New York to find the Mets’ owner has decided to give him one more chance.
Meanwhile, Bobby Sherward, a doctor-turned-right fielder who sustained a concussion from the fly ball and lost the Mets’ final season game, decides that his future is in medicine, not baseball. He takes a position at a veteran’s hospital in Arkansas. Upon arrival, he is amazed to find it’s within spitting distance of Frank’s hometown.
That’s not the only unsettling coincidence Bobby must contend with, for it soon becomes apparent that Broken Arrow Memorial is the medical equivalent of the Mets. Run by a psychotic medical director, the hospital is the home of indifferent or incompetent doctors, electro-convulsed patients, and assorted weird experiments.
Bobby soon has enough, but before he leaves town he encounters a remarkable sandlot baseball player named Jonathon Brown. Besides being a phenomenal player, Jonathon is also a mathematical genius who runs a highly successful investment group in the back room of a local diner.
Bobby manages to convince Jonathon to try out for the Mets, and his incredible skills both on the field and in finance bring him and the team fame and prosperity. But Jonathon also raises the ire of the brokerage firm losing customers to his sound investment advice. As a result, the company’s CEO makes plans to “eliminate” the new competition. Will Jonathon survive his trip to the big league, and complete the Arkansas Connection?
PLEASE NOTE: There are some suggestive scenes and swearing in the book- so it’s not for children.
inspired you to write this book?
quite a few sports injuries and thought that I would like to write a novel
considering I spend most of my time writing non-fiction. . The baseball parts involving the Mets are based on the
fact that they really at one time were the laughing stock of the sport. The
financial part is based on my innate distrust of bankers and stock brokers. The
medical part, is based on my experiences somewhat exaggerated.
Excerpt from The Arkansas Connection:
season ended dramatically for Frank Munro, when he was ejected in the eighth
inning of the final game of the regular schedule for saying unkind things about
the first base umpire. At precisely the same time, Frank’s elderly mother, who
happened to be watching the game in her home in Catsville, Arkansas, just as
dramatically dropped dead from a heart attack in front of her television set.
later Frank was airborne, heading south to attend his mother’s funeral. Frank
hated flying, and the captain’s announcement that they would be running into a
little turbulence only made him more nervous and depressed. His dark mood was
not so much brought on by his mother’s death, which in many ways was a godsend,
but by the fact that her funeral merely postponed his annual show-and-tell
luncheon meeting with the team’s owner, Steve Conroy. Frank had been manager of
the Mets for five years, and inevitably Steve would bring the meeting to an end
by making the same demand: “Frank, give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t
fire you.” And Frank would just as inevitably answer that he didn’t have one.
even more critical, because the team had managed to pull off one of its worst
seasons since Steve had bought the club ten years previously. To make matters
worse, the final game against the Giants would probably go down as one of the
greatest debacles in the history of baseball.
morosely into what was left of his third Scotch, and pondered the fate that had
led him into managing such a bunch of dysfunctional, psychotic underachievers.
The problem wasn’t that they lacked talent, but that most of their energy
seemed to be directed toward their extracurricular activities – drinking,
self-medicating with dope, beating up their wives and girlfriends, fighting in
bars, and generally whoring around. Baseball just seemed to give them something
to do between all the other stuff.
in Dallas, Frank took a white-knuckle hedgehopper to Broken Arrow and rented a
car for the last leg of the trip to Catsville. The airplane food and multiple
Scotches had left him with heartburn and a major hangover, but he still felt a
pang of unfamiliar nostalgia as he drove the eight miles down the road to his
hometown. Besides being the home of Potter Plastics, the biggest employer and
polluter in the county, Catsville was also a major trading center for the
vintage moonshine liquor that was distilled in the pine forests surrounding the
town. If you looked carefully as you drove down the winding road into the
valley, you might see wisps of black smoke sneaking through the trees,
indicating that there would soon be new product hitting the market.
right now, Catsville was a retreat where he thought he could relax, say a final
good-bye to his mother, and hide for a couple of weeks from the New York media,
which was vicious in its criticism of his handling of the team. Apart from the
usual carping that he should never have been hired in the first place, there
were more serious charges that cast aspersions on his birthright and sexual
proclivities. One caller to a radio talk show, mixing him up with a serial
killer of the same name, suggested he should have his testicles cut off and
stuffed down his throat.
this one will be a little closer to my area of expertise one set in the medical
field. Not sure exactly what is happening with it but I’m interested to see
what I arrive at!
sat down and made any declaration that I’m a writer. People write all the time
whether it’s a simple report for work or articles for journals. In the medical
field your whole life revolves around paperwork of some kind and since part of
that profession is publication in medical journals I just did it. I’ve never
really thought about whether I was a writer or not. I think sometimes that too
much attention is paid to labeling people and not enough to what they are
producing. I am who I am and if that also includes being a writer then that’s
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
I’m a full time doctor (specialty in Anesthesiology) and I work with patients
who have all types of chronic, intractable non-cancer pain. Most people I see
have had pain for many months or years and have often seen many care givers. I
work and treat them through many different means. So I find that writing is a
good way to unwind at the end of the day, and that’s generally when I write.
you say is your interesting writing quirk?
a quirk is to sit down and just write. Some people find it difficult to sit
down in front of a blank piece of paper. I’ve never had that problem so maybe
that’s a quirk.
what did you want to be when you grew up?
you either went to school and then later found your vocation or you ended up
doing basic jobs. I always had a love of learning and helping people so I went
the doctor route. Little did I know how much time you had to devote to your
studies, but it was an area that I’ve always loved.
additional you want to share with the readers?
I think that it’s good to remember that you can achieve what you want to
no matter what age you are. I didn’t think to start writing a novel until I was
in my 70’s and that’s okay. If you want to do it you will. Don’t let other
people make it seem like you are running out of time, you aren’t. It’s even
easier to publish now that you can take advantage of e-book technology, so take
your time and do a good job.