Buster
Midnight's Cafe
A wise and sassy narrator, marvelous characters, and a plot that blends
Hollywood scandal, lifelong friendship, mystery and romance—these
are the specialties served up in Sandra Dallas’s offbeat, inspired
debut novel.
Effa Commander is no spring chicken, but her spirit shines and her smart
mouth still puts fools to shame. The fool in question is a gossip hound
writing a scurrilous account of her beloved friends who, though departed,
remain the most celebrated citizens of Butte, Montana: the great Hollywood
legend Marion Street (nee May Anna Kovacks) and Buster Midnight, the boxing
champion whose love for Marion led to the notorious “Tinseltown Crime
of Passion” and the end of his career.
Prodded by her bosom buddy, Whippy Bird, Effa Commander takes pen in hand
to set the record straight and tell what really happened on that violent
night. But to do that, Effa Commander must recount the story of all their
lives: hers and Whippy Bird’s and May Anna’s, and Buster and
Toney McNight’s and Pink Varscoe’s. Childhood friends, they
all became wives and husbands—with the exception of May Anna, of course.
She went to work in Venus Alley, hitched herself to a big-time director
just passing through on his way to Hollywood, and the rest is history.
Narrated by the irrepressible Effa Commander, this wry and loving chronicle
of more than fifty years of friendship carries some universal, homespun
truths about what’s really important in life.
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Author’s
Note
During the 1980s, I covered hard-rock mining for Business Week and
often went to Butte, Montana, to write about the copper industry.
Walking down the old streets, climbing the stairs of the Victorian
buildings, eating in restaurants that had been in Butte for decades
all evoked a sense of the past. Even my fortune cookie from the Pekin
Noodle Parlor seemed to say something about life in Butte: “Comes
Pleasure, Follows Pain.” One afternoon at home, not long after
I’d visited Butte, the plot of Buster Midnight’s
Café flashed into my mind, complete with names, setting,
and the first line of the book. The idea was so compelling that I
sat down and wrote the first chapter, which was then a couple of pages.
It was all rewritten, although that first line stayed. I thought I
was writing an historical novel, but I learned from readers and reviewers
that I’d really written a book about loyalty and friendship. |
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