Nelson DeMille once said, "We're all pilgrims on the same journey -- but some pilgrims have better road maps." It's that sensibility that grounds Eyre Price's debut novel, "Blues Highway Blues," and it's the map of a century of American music that underpins a wild, offbeat, violent and ultimately rewarding journey of reluctant self-discovery for Price's pilgrim, disgraced Los Angeles music promoter Daniel Erickson. In the twisted wreckage of sacrificing his family and nearly his life on the irreparably warped altar of the popular song, Erickson gambles what's left of his future on a doomed dive into reality television production funded by a heartless Russian gangster's million dollars. Erickson's venture fails monumentally, and he'll have to surrender to the Russian the secret cash stashed in Erickson's home safe to buy himself and his estranged son long lives. Ungraciously accompanied by a couple of the Russian's thugs, Erickson opens his safe only to find a compact disc where his own million bucks used to hide. But it's not a total loss -- the CD has a blues song whose peculiar lyrics point Erickson towards the Mississippi Delta crossroads where legendary bluesman Robert Johnson purportedly traded his soul to the devil for guitar mastery. The song hints Johnson's crossroads is where Erickson will discover his heisted treasure. His straits beneath dire and sinking fast, Erickson slips his handlers and begins the long, strange trip to the Delta and beyond, pursued throughout by scary monsters and super creeps. With an occasional leg up from someone not quite of this world, Erickson finds himself propelled on a fiendish scavenger hunt through America's musical meccas; first along the so-called "Blues Highway" from New Orleans to Memphis, and then to Seattle via Nashville, Chicago, Detroit, Philadelphia and New York, desperately following a cross-country trail of cryptic lyrical breadcrumbs to reclaim his money and his soul before he loses them both too soon.
"Blues Highway Blues" will appeal to fans of both thrillers, and American music. Price knows both subjects well, and aptly weaves them into a droll and entertaining morality play hinged on a simple truth: we all have our crossroads to tread, so be sure to tread them well.