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The making of Summation
Father and son. Those words can evoke an assortment of images and reactions within most of us. When contemplating the essence my novel Summation, the story rose on the shoulders of two men: a father and his son; neither close to the other. The father, prior to his death, conned his son into fulfilling a scheme that would have him confront a cast of characters from his past life.
I hope you are as fascinated by this star-crossed tale as I was when I found myself caught up in the human equation of reprisal. Ride along as this odyssey unfolds.
Portland, Oregon. March, 1952.
Michael Sanborn’s estranged father has died from cancer as predicted. Six months earlier he had reluctantly agreed to bring Randolph Sanborn’s body home from Florida to Oregon. The proviso being that Michael must travel with the funeral coach and along the way deliver seven letters to persons with unique histories in his father’s life. Through each letter, Randolph posthumously bestows condemnation on one hand or seeks feigned forgiveness on the other.
For Michael and the funeral coach driver, one Jonalynn Gates, it is a cross-country odyssey fraught with: anger, pain, empathy, revenge and a son’s transformation. The unmasking of the father’s life creates an unpredictable journey.
It is the summation of a life. Follow along.
Excerpt from first chapter
So, he was dead, my father. He succumbed when my thoughts were elsewhere. It hit my gut like food poisoning. Thus began the fulfillment of a cryptic bargain he and I struck last September; it had been six months, as
he had predicted. In a moment of resignation, a son studying the face of his moribund father, I had agreed to carry out his crazy scheme. I’m drawn to tell you what occurred following his death because it was so unforgettable.
Three days after he died, I boarded Northwest Airlines flight 102 flying out of the Portland International Airport on a DC-6. It was March 12, 1952; I was headed for Jupiter, Florida. Rain speckled the glass of my
window seat, the fuselage shuddered as the plane surged down the runway and we lifted off in a cacophony of Pratt & Whitney radial engines clawing the air. My father’s remains and the pledge I made to him awaited.
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