“Solid satire built on a deliciously farcical plot…” —Kirkus Reviews
You can’t save the world. Tell that to Beauregard Peebles, the Princeton-educated white medical student who makes it is his obligation to understand his black, drug-dealing, adolescent friend, Tyranius Roosevelt. By providing the Roosevelts his benevolent intervention – whether they ask for it or not – Beau hopes to stop them from doing the things they do to mess up their lives. It gets worse, as Beau spirals downward, donning blackface and dialect, and makes himself a nuisance with his racial antics, a modern-day Diogenes. Beau, for all his blundering, for all his arrogance, for all his obsessiveness and offensiveness, is honest – and funny.
“Chump is a satirical look at American society, and it leaves no one unscathed. The poor welfare recipients, the liberals, and even the idealistic Chump and his doctor friends are all speared in this book. ” —David D
“Reeves forces us to accept that we deny our own thoughts and impulses via our politically correct defense mechanisms and herein lies a festering problem in race and class relations in America…” —AM in Park Slope
“As an RN from LA County Hospital, the story was very believable. For many readers this may be tough to stomach, but I found their relationships very realistic…” —Ann Welton
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About the Author
I was raised in Missouri, Mississippi and Texas. I attended Princeton University where I majored in psychology. Although I suppose I arrived at Princeton with the usual southern prejudices, it wasn't until I spent some time on the enlightened East Coast that I learned the fine gradations of racial, ethnic and class stereotypes that I employ in Chump. I completed medical school at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center at Dallas. I hated medical school. The first two years were will-breaking memorization, and the third year was a sleepless blur of misery. I was also immature.
I did my psychiatry residency and forensic fellowship at the erstwhile St. Vincent's Hospital in New York City. There I encountered all manner of humanity. I learned that a gaffe is not only a blunder. (Look it up.) The hospital that served the entire West Village and which we never thought would close is now condos. I met my wife at St. Vincent's. She is a child psychiatrist and is - as we in the supportive professions euphemistically like to say - more "grounded" than I. We have four wonderful children who have no idea how good they have it.
I work in the public sector with challenging and ill patients, including criminals and juvenile delinquents, most of whom are poor and minorities. I won't name (but also won't deny, if asked) the institutions with which I am associated - august and venerable, all of them - because I make no claim that they support the views expressed in Chump. I also value my job. I teach other doctors, and publish psychiatric research in peer-reviewed journals. I have been able to craft a career working with difficult patients partly because I recognize their capacities and limits, and my own. My skepticism serves me well, even as I try to do right by my patients.