I’d like to welcome Ricardo Alexanders as he explains the idea behind his new book…..
What if Lennon was born an Indian…
If John Lennon was born in India in 1940 with the same talent, could he still conquer the world?
This is the very question that I kept asking myself during my writing of Bollywood Invasion. Something extraordinary had to happen if the Indian (British) Invasion was to take America by storm as the world back then was not even close to be as multi-cultural as we are today.
In 2013, I stumbled into a YouTube video, in which a tribute band played Let It Be, my favorite Beatles song of all time, with traditional Indian instruments. That very night, I had a strange dream. In my dream, I woke up in 1958 India. What are the odds?
Five years later, here I am, ready to share my dream with the world and pay my tribute to the greatest band in my mind.
Sixteen-year-old John Palmieri is living an average life until one day when he wakes up as the prince of a royal family in India, thirty-five years before he was born. Suddenly, he finds himself with riches and power beyond his wildest fantasies. Brooklyn is readily forgotten. Life becomes a constant stream of debauchery, coming to a stand-still only when he meets “the one.” However, love doesn’t come easy. He must become a better man, a pursuit ignited by his memories of Beatles songs on his iPod…
With a plot that moves unexpectedly, and popular Beatles songs beautifully integrated with the story development, readers will be engrossed in a new reading experience along the way. This enlivening read will take readers on a journey from Brooklyn to India, then England, and finally back to New York City, where the story started.
Bollywood Invasion will be officially released on September 18th and will be available on Amazon, Smashwords, and other book stores.
Waking up in 1958 India:
“Raj Babu! Raj Babu!”
“Help me!” John flailed his arms around like a newborn.
I must be dead, he thought, perhaps on my way to Hell.
“Raj Babu! O’pun eyes!”
His eyes still closed, he felt the touch of a cold liquid all over his face.
“Argh! What is happening? Please stop!” John covered his face with his hands to shield himself from whatever was being sprinkled onto his face. If he was in Hell, which to him seemed like the only reasonable explanation, it could potentially be a fluid meant to burn his face. Yes indeed, it had to be Hell. Why else was the ground beneath him burning? And why was his skin on fire?
“Dimaag kharaab ho gaya hai Raj Babu ka to!”
“Please…” he wailed as the splashes grew harder. “Please don’t!”
His hands were snatched away from his face and his right cheek slapped hard. John opened his eyes to the sight of a dark face surrounded by a halo so bright that it made his eyes squint. Behind the figure stood another dark figure wearing what looked like a cloak, bearing a scythe on his back. John shut his eyes, horrified, body shivering.
“Aur paani do!”
It would seem odd to John if Satan had not resorted to corporal punishment.
“Ek do aur maaro! Slap him harder this time!”
“Fur’give me, Raj Babu! I no want to slap you!”
Nauseous and weak, John kept his eyes shut, waiting for his fate to unfold.
“Chaon me le jaate hain Raj Babu ko.” He heard another incomprehensible spell.