Is he hallucinating? Or is our hero actually traveling into vintage photographs?
Robert Eringer takes you on a journey unlike any other, running into Mark Twain, and others from bygone erasall the while paying homage to an iconic TV series, The Twilight Zone.
Last Flight Out is a highly imaginative odyssey unlike any other in literature and, if you’re willing to suspend reality, may be the most fun reading you may have had in a long time. Worn down by the stresses and strains of everyday life, harassed bar owner goes for a drive, winds up at the airport and, on impulse, grabs the last evening flight. Onboard, he meets a woman in retro garb that recommends he continue to Sausalito and visit a vintage photography shop. Finding himself outside the shop while walking around next morning, he wanders in and discovers a vast collection of black-and-white and sepia photographs. Feeling for the proprietor, an elderly hippie, for whom vintage pics is clearly a passion, he springs for a photo of Mark Twain. Much later, in his hotel room, after an evening of food and drink, the bar owner feels giddy then suddenly finds himself facing off to Samuel Clemens across a pool table. Stunned, he allows himself to be goaded by Clemens into a game of billiardsand the adventure begins.
Just as mysteriously as he traveled to New York in 1908, he is back in his hotel again. Convinced that the gallery proprietor slipped hallucinogenic drugs into a Tootsie Pop that came with the photo, he returns to the gallery to demand an explanation. The proprietor vehemently denies doing anything remiss, suggesting that every photo in his shop is an adventure, and that the nature of the protagonist’s journey is his alone. But then the proprietor has an idea of his own: If the journey to see Mark Twain truly happened, why not do the same with a photo of President Kennedy’s arrival in Dallas on November 22nd, 1963 and prevent an assassination that, in the old hippie’s mind, causes an escalation of the Vietnam War leaving many of his friends dead and his own life in turmoil. He quickly finds such a photo, taken at Love Field, and the next journey begins...
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About the Author
As a journalist, novelist, private spy, undercover operative and, most recently, director of an intelligence service, it can certainly be said that Robert Eringer has enjoyed a wide-ranging career.
He began his writing career as a London-based foreign correspondent for The Toronto Star and The Blade (Toledo, Ohio), filing feature stories and high-profile interviews from around Europe. As an investigative reporter for British large-circulation Sunday newspapers, Eringer raked the gutter, exposing sleaze-balls and scumbags. His specialty was infiltrating extremist groups, including violent anarchists, neo-Nazis and the Ku Klux Klan. (He still possesses a red robe and hood the KKK tailored for him.)
Eringer evolved from journalism to private intelligence before embarking on a ten-year career operating undercover for FBI Counterintelligence. Some of his missions are included in Ruse (Potomac Books) published in 2008.
Using his intelligence experience as grist, Eringer merged two skills (writing and spying) to author a cluster of humorous espionage novels that combine intrigue and lunacy. As a novelist, Eringer inhabits a world of master spies, billionaires, royalty and delusional lunatics. In reality, he keeps the same company, with battle scars to prove it, documented, although inaccurately throughout cyberspace.
Two decades ago, a petition to the U.S. Supreme Court (Liberty Lobby v. Jack Anderson) called Eringer “mysterious” and questioned his “actual existence.” Eringer, himself, continues to question actual existence.
Commencing June 16th, 2002 until December 31st, 2007, Eringer was spymaster to Prince Albert II of Monaco. After Prince Rainier’s death in April 2005, and Albert’s ascension to the throne, Eringer created the principality’s first (unofficial) intelligence agency, the Monaco Intelligence Service. It was killed off by a person who feared what it had uncovered.
Resettling in Santa Barbara, Eringer became “The Investigator” (a weekly column) for the Santa Barbara News-Press.
In 2016, Eringer returned to fiction with the publication of Motion Blur (Skyhorse), acclaimed by T.C. Boyle as “A nonpareil road novel that winds up packing a real emotional punch.”
He is currently on a mystical journey that he chronicles on his blog Clubhouse on Wheels, which attracts 50,000 visitors each week.