My name is Victoria and I co-authored a book with a taxi cab driver I met at an all night diner.
The book, Interrogation Tango, was released at the end of 2012.
It was March 7th, 1994 at an all-night Greek diner called The Silver Star at 65th and Second Ave. in NYC around 1 a.m.
I had just seen Schindler’s List and was craving bourbon – Maker’s Mark to be exact. The owner was tending bar that night, Gus aka Kostas, and I asked him in Greek what the story was on the guy at the end of the bar, who strangely enough was also drinking Maker’s Mark neat.
Gus warned me off, saying that the guy was a regular and seemed harmless but that he was a cab driver so you never knew the back story. Sometimes, though, you can just tell that there is a lot more to someone than meets the eye. It might be a comment they toss out under their breath, but the light of intellect is there, burning behind the facade.
When he finally agreed to accept the drink I offered and moved out of the shadows to sit with one empty stool between us, we discovered that he literally lived right across the street from my aunt in the East 60′s, in whose building I happened to be staying at the time. Our relationship was not erotic, although it was a love story. We met three days before I was scheduled to board the Amtrak and head west on my pilgrimage to seek out old friends and family. After 5 years of self imposed exile in Greece I was a tourist in my home land. I boarded at Penn Station, Ameri-pass in hand, and was going to make the most of it! Philly, Chicago, Kansas City, Albuquerque, Phoenix, LA, Santa Barbara, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle… I sent him postcards from all my stops, and once back in Greece we shared weekly snail-mail correspondence until 2001.
Donald and I have collaborated on several scripts, all still residing in my file cabinet, but Elser’s story was his particular obsession. Interrogation Tango was originally a script (with numerous working titles) – but he couldn’t generate any production interest. I suggested he develop it into a novel and it was then he revealed one of his secrets: he had never been able to pull his doctorate together because he was manic depressive and suffered from ADD. After inglorious attempts at working in engineering and advertising he had become a taxi driver because that was the only profession where his employers had no expectations, he had comparative flexibility in his schedule, and would never be obliged to be civil to his customers, no matter how obnoxious, for longer than 5-20 minutes.
He seemed incapable of patience because he could see the whole story or the whole film in his head. He simply couldn’t force himself to sit and write in the details. When he knew he was ill he officially passed the buck to me – he had told me he was scheduled for a colonoscopy and that his doctor wanted to rule out cancer. When I asked him how the tests had gone, however, he blew it off, said it was just old age and a bad diet catching up with him. Despite all that he had managed to engender the interest of an agent with the first 50 pages and was in a panic because the agent of course wanted to see the rest.
My greatest writing challenge in helping Donald complete the book was that, aside from the transitions, I had to generate nearly 100 pages of original text, dispersed throughout, in his voice: a man (of a certain age) writing about the quirks and deeds of men (of a certain time). I feel my greatest triumph in this collaboration is that no one who has read the manuscript, not even my own mother, has been able detect where Don leaves off and I begin.
Our agent summed it up pretty well: “Don has the chops as a writer and a thinker when he sticks with it, and you have the talent and determination to follow it through.” Using techniques I had learned during my dramatic arts studies I helped him to fill out the characters sufficiently to justify his dialogues and create a very rough first draft novel. His lack of social skills kept us on edge though. I had to constantly run damage control because he would send irate e-mails to the agent and later publisher. In retrospect his impatience in the end makes perfect sense, but at the time all the others just thought he was being irrational and unreasonable.
Donald’s biggest compliment to me came after he finally read my edit of his flash fiction piece, Faulkner’s Ghost, that I had put up on his Iguana author page. He wrote me: “We actually are co-authors! Now I get it – a passage here, an expression there… you complete me.” That was the last e-mail I received from him.
The important thing is the book is out. I do feel a bit orphaned in all of this. Donald was 76 and had the age advantage on all parties concerned. Now that he is gone, “they” face me as if I had simply been his handler. The last e-mail I sent him said: “I just sent back the final check of the MS, this is it – we are going to the presses!” Maybe that is what he was waiting to hear so he could finally let go.
Victoria King-Voreadi is a freelance writer and author living in Greece. Interrogation Tango is available in e-Pub, Kindle and paperback from Iguana Books. Victoria has contributed several times to Women Writers, Women’s Books.
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