When I went to Atlanta on business, I had no idea I’d end up
chatting with a bestselling Southern novelist about the joys of Southern
California living. Robert Hicks—born in Florida and now a resident of
Tennessee—made the New York Times bestseller list with his very first novel, a
Civil War saga called The Widow of the
South. His two other novels are also set on Southern soil, immediately
after the War Between the States. Hicks is passionate about historic
preservation and the city of Nashville, and he has commemorated the 150th
anniversary of the Battle of Franklin by releasing his own small batch of what
he calls Battlefield Bourbon. No question he’s a Southern gentleman through and
through.
But when he heard I was an L.A. native, Robert Hicks waxed
lyrical about the magic summer he once spent in my neck of the woods. He was
twelve years old at the time he enjoyed what he likes to call “my summer in the
land of dreams.”
It seems Hicks had an uncle who was a successful architect,
a member of the Southern California firm headed by the great Paul Williams.
(Today Wililams may be best remembered for his design of the iconic theme
building at L.A. International Airport.) The uncle and his wife were childless,
but felt an obligation to treat young family members to extended stays in their
Beverly Hills home. When Robert arrived, he was taken on a whirlwind tour of
the local attractions, like Disneyland and Universal Studios. He dined in style
at the original hat-shaped Brown Derby, which his uncle had designed. Then one
morning he awoke to find a $20 bill, a map, a bus pass, and a note warning him
to stay out of the home of neighbor Ramon Navarro, but otherwise to have fun.
Totally intimidated,
young Robert barely budged from the house for several days. Finally he ventured
outside, and discovered an attractive woman washing her car in the driveway
next door. It was one of TV’s brightest stars of that era, singer Dinah Shore. They
launched into a conversation, and eventually she invited him inside for a
tunafish sandwich. What he didn’t know was that she was then going through a
bitter divorce from husband George Montgomery. For the rest of the summer, she
was happy to have Robert’s companionship. They even drove down to Rancho
Mirage, where he stayed in a trailer on her property. When he finally returned
to Florida, they kept in touch. For the rest of her life, Dinah remembered him
on Christmas and on his birthday.
Before that summer was over, he met Ramon Navarro too, but
never went inside. And he had other adventures, like a misguided attempt to get
to the Watts Towers by bus. He became hopelessly lost, but was “adopted” by an
African-American family who took him home for what he recalls as a “bodacious
barbecue lunch.”
Robert Hicks’ new novel, The
Orphan Mother, is a follow-up to The
Widow of the South, just after the freeing of the slaves at the end of the
Civil War. Hicks is gutsy enough, as a white male, to take as his central
character a black midwife recently freed from slavery. Hicks’ prior novels have
been optioned by Hollywood, but never filmed. Given the hue and cry when The Confessions
of Nat Turner, a Pulitzer-winning account of a slave revolt by white author
William Styron, was due to be made into a major motion picture, I don’t think The Orphan Mother is going to go
Hollywood anytime soon.
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