Now that you’re intrigued by The Shiro Project, let’s see what’s up with it’s predecessor.
Are Hitlerâs atrocities really over? For depressive Wall Street trader Jeremy Corbin, absolute truths become undeniable lies overnight. He finds out his long-lost father is dead, he discovers his boss’s real identity, and he ends up boarding a plane to Zurich. He has a Nazi medallion in his pocket, a hot CIA bodyguard next to him, and a clearly dangerous Mossad agent on his tail. What was his father investigating? Why was his mother assassinated? Why are unknown sides fighting over him with automatic weapons? Can the conspiracy be stopped?
Inspiration for The Bleiberg Project
Where did you get the idea for The Bleiberg Project?
The whole idea came to while I was driving to my office, listening to the news. A pharmaceutical company was doing research on an orphan disease that touched fewer than a hundred kids in Europe. A man said that the study was being ended because the budget was 50,000 euros short. I was stunned. These companies make tons of money, amazing profits, and 50,000 euros is a drop in the ocean. When I got to my office, I started looking into the subject and found articles establishing links between Nazi and Japanese scientists during WWII and pharmaceutical companies. I also found information about how Allied governments were interested in the results of immoral and incredibly cruel human experiments. Through my research, I realized the world we live in rose up from the ashes of war, and was built on the corpses of 60 million victims. I wanted to write about it, using entertainment to make it more bearable.
What about your recurring hero?
The real hero of the Consortium thriller series came to me after reading and watching testimonials of Simone Lagrange, a woman who survived the Nazi death camps. Behind the entertainment, The Bleiberg Project, and the whole series, pays tribute to the victims of World War II, be they members of the resistance, or of course, victims of the Shoah. During my research, I found amazing, incredible stories, lived by ordinary, mostly anonymous heroes. After spending three years digging into madness and cruelty, you really need those heroes if you want to keep believing in mankind.
Excerpt (note, thereâs strong language):
âBesides work and getting high, what do you do all day?â
No answer. Youâre out of luck, pal. Iâm pig-headed. âThe journey will seem shorter if we talk, donât you think?â
He sighs. âWhen Iâm not on an assignment, I paint.â I canât help laughing. âYou think thatâs funny?â
âIâm picturing you on a stool with your palette and brush, gazing at a green valley or a snowy mountaintop. Sorry, but with your look and build, itâs funny!â
âIf youâre just going to make fun of me, the trip is going to seem very, very long.â He clams up.
âThereâs no harm in a little fun. OK, Iâll stop,â I snort, laughing even louder. Why do giggling fits always hit at inappropriate times?
âWhat about you? Besides driving home from clubs dead drunk, what do you do?â
Bastard. Thatâs below the belt. On second thought, I guess I deserved it. âI try to survive. I thought about blowing my brains out, but Iâm too much of a coward. So I drink. I smoke like a chimney. Every day, I destroy myself a little bit more.â
âSuicide isnât a sign of bravery, but of giving up. We all make mistakes. You donât judge somebody by the number of blows they can give.â
âWhat do you judge somebody by, Mr. Freud?â
âThe number of blows they can take.â
His words hit home. âYouâve taken a lot, right?â I ask. A long, long beat.
âMore than you can ever imagine.â
Why am I not surprised? This guyâs been around the block. Iâd bet my life on it. âHow do you do it?â
âBlowing guys away like that. How do you do it?â
âWho said it was easy?â He sighs heavily. A long awkward silence.
Hmmmm. Thought provoking and not for the modest or easily upset.
See you next time!