Miracles, Inc.

A Novel

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About The Book

Vernon L. Oliver, still a young man, lives in a six-by-ten cell in a Florida prison. He has chosen the needle over the chair, has no desire to smell burned flesh on the day the state snuffs out his life. When his attorney suggests he write an autobiography to generate funds to cover legal fees incurred during the appeals process, Vernon sits down to pencil and paper and begins his narrative.

Miracles, Inc., Forrester's debut novel, tells the story of a charismatic slacker in love with Harley Davidson motorcycles and Rickie Terrell, a beautiful woman who quotes poetry and will not discuss her past. They live in an RV, smoke weed and drink beer, play Scrabble late into the night. His boss, a brilliant businesswoman with a far-reaching vision, offers him the chance to make more money than he ever thought was possible. He buys into the faith-healing scheme without reservation, and so begins the journey that leads to the stunning event that changes his life forever.

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Chapter 1

CONTRARY TO NEWS REPORTS, I, Vernon L. Oliver—brother of Lucy K. Oliver and son of parents who raised their children on corn and Christianity—am not insane. Admittedly, my attorney claimed otherwise in my trial against the great State of Florida. I played along, spewed nonsense to the psychiatrist’s questions, rolled my eyes and lolled my head in front of judge and jury, but in the end, I bear no ill will against the justice system. I made a series of choices that led to nowhere good and those choices landed me in a six-by-ten cell with concrete walls and a steel frame bed.

At one time, not too long ago, I was revered—a man who treated his followers with kindness, with love, a man whose heart was open to all. They still send me letters, pleading in their blindness for my innocence, for they cannot believe I committed so heinous a crime. The letters come in bunches, sometimes a hundred or more a day, and I’ve requested that the guard only bring a sampling—no more than ten, no less than five. I spend my afternoons writing in careful strokes, assuring believers that faith is not an illusion. What else can I do? My acolytes want bright lights and speaking in tongues, they want paraplegics jumping around the stage, they want the hum that permeates their souls when my voice tumbles over the auditorium. So, I give them what I can. It’s the least I can do.

Terrence Sandoval, my attorney, is the one who suggested I write an autobiography; a tell-all about Vernon L. Oliver’s fall from grace. He wants money (more than I have) now that the IRS has foreclosed on my property, frozen my assets, sold my private jet. The money that was left over—the $2 million the government allowed me to keep for legal fees—is long gone. When Sandoval suggested in that persuasive way of his, “Write the book, sign over the proceeds, or find a public defender to file your appeals,” I said I would think about it and get back to him.

And I have thought about it. I’ve woken with it on my mind, I’ve thought about it while eating the gruel that Florida calls breakfast, thought about it while watching the clock on the wall, listening to it tick toward the time when the guards will enter my cell and take me on the long walk to the chamber where they will strap me to a gurney and plunge the needle into my arm.

I have no desire to stand nakedly before accusers and believers alike, but I dread the damn clock, hate the thought of my footsteps on that cold linoleum floor. Most of all, I dread not knowing what’s on the other side.

My attorney says he’s here for a visit, to see if I’ve accepted his proposal. In a suit, with a tie knotted against his scrawny neck, he sits outside my cell in a chair pulled up for his convenience. I prop open the horizontal slot in the steel door and sit on the floor so I can see his eyes. He wears cologne, a sweet smell that reminds me of windblown flowers, the sweep of a woman’s breast, of red lips on my pelvis. He peers down at me, all teeth and dimples, asks if I’m getting along all right.

“That cologne,” I say.

Sandoval speaks in a moribund tone, like a bored teacher after a long day of classes. “Do you like it?”

“It reminds me of this guy I knew back in high school. He sucked dick behind the gymnasium in exchange for cigarettes.”

“I can see we’re in a foul mood today,” Sandoval says. “Maybe I should come back tomorrow.”

I don’t want him to leave, yet I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. The satisfaction of what, I don’t know. Maybe I’m lonely.

A quavery voice comes from down the block, a convict bitching about nothing in particular. John T resides five cells to the left, and he’s here because he killed a woman who sold him the wrong foot cream. If anyone should have gotten off on insanity, it was John T.

Sandoval glances at his watch, and I despise him for his insensitivity. He has places to go, things to see, a life to live. I’m stuck here, in this orange jumpsuit, staring at these four walls until the State decides it’s time to end my miserable life.

“If you change your mind, start with your childhood,” he says. “It’ll create sympathy in the reader.”

“I’ll leave the carving of the stone tablets to Moses.”

He rises and offers a half wave, a resigned move, like he topples his king at the end of a brutal chess match. His footsteps echo out of hearing range, and silence returns to my cell. I go to my bed, lie on my back, and face the ceiling. The paint is gray and without cracks, and the light in the center burns with mild intensity. I stare until spots float before my eyes, get up and sit at the desk in the corner. I have decided to give my attorney—that bloodsucker with the ingratiating smile—what he wants. I pick up my pencil and begin the first chapter.

Lucy was born with a genetic illness. She died when she was seven, a skinny little girl with knobbed knees and a bucktoothed smile. We loved each other like life itself.

I write for three hours, scratch out every sentence but the first three, scrawl a three-word ending.

Screw you, God.

Does the in-between matter? I was sixteen when she died, and I spent my adolescent nights thinking about God and the fairness of the world. I had a choice and knew it. I could believe or deny his existence. I chose to believe.

Why?

It is impossible to hate something that does not exist.

So, I will not write about my sister in this autobiography, I will not commercialize the name of Lucy K. Oliver. I will begin on a day when I received an offer I couldn’t refuse. Should I have turned it down? Maybe yes, maybe no. I only know one thing for sure.

There are no innocents in this story.

© 2011 T. J. Forrester
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for Miracles, Inc. includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.

INTRODUCTION

Vernon Oliver, a charismatic slacker and product of a troubled family, is suffering from the trauma of his sister’s death. He falls in love with Rickie Terrell, a beautiful young woman who works in a traveling carnival, quotes poetry, and will not discuss her past. Vernon soon finds himself recruited by Rickie’s mother, Miriam, to work a faith-healing scam. He buys into her scheme without reservation, and so begins the journey that leads to the stunning event that will land him on Death Row. It is in his prison cell where Vernon is able to reflect on his past and ultimately find salvation.


TOPICS AND QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION


  1. In most relationships, love evolves or devolves over time. Describe the love Vernon and Rickie have for each other. Is it healthy? Equal? Does Vernon meet Rickie's demand for loyalty?
  2. In the opening pages of Miracles, Inc., we learn that Vernon Oliver is soon to be executed for a crime he committed. With the outcome apparently settled, how is the author able to create suspense?
  3. How do you feel about Vernon as a character? Do you admire him, pity him, or hate him? Why?
  4. Vernon's unconditional love for Rickie leads to a huge sacrifice. Does this elevate him in your eyes? Do you see any parallels between this story and the biblical story of Christ on the cross?   
  5. The chapters switch between Vernon’s past and his present day prison life. What do you think the author hoped to accomplish by alternating between time? Does he succeed?
  6. On page 59, readers learn about the death of Vernon’s sister and Vernon’s attempted suicide. How does this revelation affect our understanding of Vernon’s world? Would it surprise you to learn that the author lost two siblings to a genetic terminal illness?
  7. Who are the important women in Vernon’s life? How do they influence his life for better or for worse?
  8. Much of this novel is set in the world of fake Pentecostal faith-healing.  Compared to real world events, how realistic is this portrayal?  
  9. Rickie never forgives her mother for the abandonment. Is this fair? Understandable?
  10. Vernon Oliver’s life is a bit bleak—troubled family life, drug use, criminal fraud, attempted suicide, and a lengthy imprisonment. How does the author manage to balance this dark subject matter? Did you find any of the events or characters inspiring?
  11. Near the end of his story, Vernon writes: “Truth may start out timid, but it finishes bold.”  Much of Vernon’s life has been built on lies. What is the truth that he finds? What truth in his life “finishes bold”?
  12. In a stroke of irony, Vernon Oliver is put on Death Row for a crime he did not commit, but never charged with the massive fraud he did commit. What is the role of dark humor in Miracles, Inc.?
  13. In this novel, religion is divided into gullible, needy people on the one side and clever parasites on the other side. Why do you think the story lacks any characters that are able to believe from a position of wisdom and strength? How did this portrayal of organized religion challenge your own perspective?
  14. Based on his debut novel, what do you think of T.J. Forrester as a writer? Where do you think his imagination will take him in the future? Why did you decide to choose this book for your book club?
ENHANCE YOUR BOOK CLUB

  1. Elmer Gantry by Sinclair Lewis was a novel which explored the world of fake miracles and religious fraud. A 1960 film version of this novel starred Burt Lancaster. Watch this movie with you book group and compare it to Miracles, Inc.  
  2. Much of Miracles, Inc. takes place in a Death Row facility in Florida. Consider reading Helen Prejean’s Dead Man Walking or Killing Time: An 18-year Odyssey from Death Row to Freedom by John Hollway and Ronald M. Gauthier. Compare the prison life described by Vernon in Miracles, Inc.  to real world examples.
About The Author
Photo Courtesy of T. J. Forrester

T.J. Forrester is the author of the novel Miracles, Inc., and his work has appeared in numerous literary journals. An avid long distance hiker, he has thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail, the Pacific Crest Trail, and the Continental Divide Trail in consecutive years. To learn more, visit TJForrester.com.

Product Details
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster (February 2011)
  • Length: 272 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781439175583

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Raves and Reviews

Miracles, Inc. by T.J. Forrester is a kind of miracle itself. Pleasure and humor and suspense are guaranteed, double-d. Forrester is that good—like Elmore Leonard writing Elmer Gantry. Hot dog!”
—Clyde Edgerton, author of The Bible Salesman

“T.J. Forrester has achieved with his debut novel a rare blend of suspense, satire, and flawed but sympathetic characters. More than just a literary page-turner, MIRACLES, INC. asks important questions about religion, belief, and the exploitation of our nation’s faithful that I’m sure to be thinking about for a long time to come.”
—Amy Greene, bestselling author of Bloodroot

"A vibrant first novel . . . Showing the push-the-envelope spirit of a Terry Southern, Forrester has the makings of a formidable talent."
—Kirkus (starred review)

"There are terrible deeds throughout the novel, but they are accompanied by comedy and moments of tenderness. Forrest never explicitly makes this declaration, but the story speaks clearly enough: bad things can befall those who exploit the faith and prayers of others."
--Booklist

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