
I first got the idea for
Deadly Contest
in 1961, while I was a student at Drexel Institute of Technology (now
Drexel University). My fraternity house roommate came from one of the
few white families in the poorest country in the Caribbean. His sister
came to the USA to compete in the Miss Universe contest, but ended up as
a patient in a
Philadelphia
hospital, diagnosed with a serious disease. The dictator of the small
nation refused to accept the fact that she could not compete in the
pageant. Within a short period of time, this became an international
incident resulting in the loss of many lives and my roommate and his
sister having to go into hiding. That is the true story behind
Deadly Contest.
In the
1970's, I first tried writing the story as it happened, but that didn't
work. As often happens, the true story was too unbelievable to make a
good book. And, as also often happens, there was no real ending.
Over
ten years ago, I tried again to create a novel based on the events
described above. To make a better story, I needed to completely change
the character of my roommate, changing him from a serious, brilliant
student to a flighty spoiled rich kid. I also invented a protagonist,
who ended up being the most interesting character in the book. And, of
course, I invented an ending. The first edition of
Deadly Contest was published in 2002.
However, I was not happy with the novel as published. For the past few
years, I have been studying creative writing and, in 2011, decided to
completely rewrite Deadly Contest. I expanded the story and added new
characters. The new edition of
Deadly Contest was published in July of 2012.
AvailThe one
thing that I wanted most after finishing the book was for my roommate to
read Deadly Contest and see what I did to his story. However, the only
word I had about him came about two years after the aborted contest,
when I heard there was a one hundred thousand dollar price tag on his
head, and that he had joined a resistance group.
Four
years ago, my wife and I were planning a three week vacation. Before
leaving, just for fun, I entered my roommate’s name in Google, on the
off chance that I might find him. I not only found him, but discovered
that he lived less than one hundred miles from me! I decided that the
first thing that I would do when we returned would be to contact him.
I Googled him
again as soon as we returned. Then I saw it – his obituary! He had died
while we were on our trip. I will always regret that I didn’t call him
before we left. Sometimes, life really does suck.
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