The Misadventures of Ernest Fletcher Quick

"The winds of change have blown my way more than I care to recall," writes Ernest Fletcher Quick, "and given me a stiff neck every time." 


The recently discovered scandalous memoirs of journalist Ernest Fletcher Quick (volume one), featuring his wild exploits at the turn of the last century.


When journalist, author, adventurer and ex-government agent Ernest Fletcher Quick died at age 104 in 1981 after dancing all night in a New York tango bar, nearly everyone had forgotten that earlier in the century he was a household name, a true rock star of the Gaslight Era. And certainly no one knew that he had been for sometime writing his memoirs, loaded with shocking revelations about himself, many of the most famous, dangerous and powerful people of the 20th century, and a good many of its most important events.


But now the word is out.


David Patrick McQuade (who also writes moderately popular science books under the pseudonym Chip Walter) has edited the first scandalous volume of the so-called “Quick Papers.” 


In this first installment Quick reveals that he, not Teddy Roosevelt, led the charge up San Juan Hill, tells how he managed to not only remember the Maine, but solve the mystery of its destruction, and faced (despite all his best efforts to avoid it) one of the nastiest villains of the 20th century, all while cheating, skulking and running as fast as his legs would carry him.


Now, if only he could get Bailey Stewart to fall in love with him.


"Like finding Hunter Thompson in a time warp!" 


"All the adventure and fun of Indiana Jones, except with a less heroic hero!"