The Pearly Gates of Purgatory Series Overview

The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series storyline is juicy and intriguing, with wild plot twists, a profound and deceptive world of dark temptations and dangerous liaisons. Plenty of intoxicating allure. All the threads entwine. Humor, gravitas and pathos merge. The story’s endlessly fascinating female heroine is at the center. Nothing about her is stereotypical. Unpredictable protagonist Samara “Sam” Viola Schaffer finds herself at the crossroads of a very treacherous path, lined with jealousy, riddles, peril, obsession, seduction, violence, deadly suspicion and murder, a tangled web of bloodlines, passion, betrayal, wealth and mystery. It’s a turbulent journey. Rollin’.
The novel series opens and ends in the current time, and the series features a ’59 pink Caddy convertible, Lulabell, however, the bulk of the story is set in the past, 1987-1992. Expect the unexpected. High-stakes dilemmas set the tone.
The powerful, voice-led books are a character-driven story that affects the heart and the head with an emotional bond. The twisted tale bursts out with blockbuster firepower. Good people doing bad things and bad people doing good things. All the layers. Hello. Whoa. Buckle up and get ready. The story has the makings to create a stir, a scandal.
The storytelling blurs the lines of literary fiction + mashup + upmarket fiction + domestic suspense + bully romance + Southern gothic + romance + fictional memoir + crime + thriller + mystery + philosophical fiction + noir + erotica + a little horror—transcending genre, no rules. Think storybook prose and wicked gritty realism, married to general fabrication. Shocking experiences are portrayed, with the ability to entertain and unsettle simultaneously.
The work is formatted in the mold of a highly creative concept, written with a female centric psychological flair. “TJ’s genre” contains exceptional against-the-grain characters and memorable themes. Such dark and warped recesses. So many layers of gray and cracks in the pavement. Readers will devour the strong hooks and bold narrative. It’s a colossal story to immerse in, obsess over, talk about.

The pages are filled with high-voltage protagonists, antagonists and plot twists. Subjective good and bad people, good and evil. “How on earth could this get any crazier?” some may say. Prepare to be astounded. The high-stakes work is many things at once. Non-formulistic, it busts typical genre tropes and take risks. The special cast of passionate Pearly Gates People don’t play it safe. The characters that nobody would think of do things in unique ways.
The mega-work crisscrosses categories such as fact and fiction, family identity, secrets and the power of memory. It’s the broad and the minute, the vogue of old and new, an unpredictable writing style that loops between literary flowery and in-your-face raw. Fairytale hell. The narrative offers unruly insight into our reckless passions and comforts for life’s unruly miseries, sane and raving places and themes. It’s quicksand. It’s messy. It swamps the senses. It has all the magical X-factor ingredients. Everything haunting and unforgettable. The story lingers…
The storyteller’s inimitable characters are endowed with uniqueness, completely unorthodox and out of the box, nothing according to Hoyle. Everything about them is incredibly engaging and insatiably complex. Sheesh! Oh, dear Lord. Seriously. It’s totally amazing. Off the charts. Could it be true? Real-life events? Truth told as fiction, a partly autobiographical literature mix of memoir and fiction, a little bit of a roman à clef…? Yes. Maybe. Life written in chalk. Eyes peeled. Destiny unfolds.
The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series is an absorbing opus, perfect for binge reading. And this is a great time for a sprawling, epic literary saga. Pearly Gates People will create a big stir. A scandal. Very intriguing. It’s NOT linear storytelling. Oh no, God, no. It loops and loops around, like a seemingly harmless voodoo serpent slowly constricting. Who is the prey, who is the predator.

The drop-dead work is deep-rooted in Dallas, New Orleans and Palm Beach, that coupled with NYC, London, Paris, Kenya, Lake Geneva, Miami and LA scenes. Of course, it’s an all-original compulsive read. Surprising and beyond belief. It’s murky dark tale of twisted love, lust, obsession, seduction, romance, taboos, desperation, secrets, money troubles, skeletons, suspense, sex, debauchery, treachery, blackmail, wealth, Mafia, violence, radical evil, all the excesses—and murder. Hobnobbing with the rich. The good stuff that is quite tormenting yet highly satisfying. Dare anyone say, even orgasmic.
It’s a potent mind-boggler set amid grit and glamour. Outrageous. Emotional. Tempest. Explosive subject matter and storyline. Captivating black humor, too. A weighty psychodynamic cliffhanger saga…a character-driven work of darkly disturbing love and interlocking fates…it hits the gut with a sucker punch. Whammo. Poisonous flavor and torrid pulse.
The books are a thrilling masterpiece story, fresh, alive, vibrant, exciting and unique, with great hooks and an engaging concept. Hello. It doesn’t follow any script. Nope. The inside-out writing is alternatively elegant and deep, sharp and biting, soft and hardboiled. The characters are sane and raving, yet strangely believable. They defy norms and conventions weave a black magic spell that cannot be explained.
A fine-tuned cast of characters line the pages of this read. Expect to meet shady personalities, sinners and a few saints. It’s in the bloodline. No jaw-dropper cult favorite would be complete without a wide assortment of muses, men, monsters and lunatics. Fractured people. Yes, Broadway thespians, prep Ivy WASPs, stalkers, fakers, posers, voodoo priestesses, Mafiosos, loan-sharks, millionaires, dirty cops, high rollers, gold diggers, chauffeurs, headshrinkers, Judas, money launderers, oil and cattle barons, bankers, doctors, ancestors, Bible thumpers, murderers, priests, fortunetellers, alcoholics, cowboys, G-men, country clubbers, society matrons, exotic entertainers, Jackie O wannabes and the help. God bless the help. You get the picture. From stately mansions to cheap motels, cowboy boots to Lilly Pulitzer, it all comes together. Gold, baby, gold, we all dream in gold. Riches and treasures beyond the rot and decay. Oh, yes, and lest we not forget the Mardi Gras queens, drama queens and drag queens, the pet doggies and prized horses. Uptown/downtown. Fun, horror and violent behavior. Can you believe it? What a wild thrill ride.

The blow-the-ceiling-off book series gets better as it goes, book to book, each book better than the first, all the way to the end. It will make your head spin in the best possible way. Sequel books are never better than the first one, right? Wrong. The last book in the series remains the ultimate shocker of shockers, wrapping up everything with mind-altering unveils. Bringing it all to light. Readers will be in awe of these books, truly.
Psst! Buzz-buzz. Ooh-lala. Stand back. Many will hope, dream and fear that he or she is a roman à clef character in The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series. Yep. Like vivid real-life secrets exposed. Hidden behind a deep spiderwebby façade of “memoir” fiction. Indeed, in dealing with the devil, demons are laid bare, and all the landscape of healing balms, hot pleasures and ashes.
The work covers the emotional aftermath and wreckage of catastrophe and intimate torment, going to the brink and last goodbyes, stars that refuse to be dimmed. Nothing hard and fast, all “rules” and “expectations” are unlearned. This is not just a sex, sun, sand, shopping, spaghetti and champagne book series, oh no, but more of the dark white-hot elements of a domestic suspense thriller, interpersonal relationships and their outcomes. Such strange entanglements and penalties.
The first-person narrator and dialogue-rich story is told in a distinctive voice of originality. Paired with wry wit. But you already know that. Once Sam slams into your life and takes command of your world, you will never forget her, neither her story nor her triumphs and sorrows, ever. She’s an enthralling and damaged mix of good and bad, as are all the characters. And we empathize with them. We identify. We rationalize and fantasize. We’re able to justify their actions and behaviors. They complicate our concept of who is blameless and who is guilty. They disintegrate all borderlines. Our gray matter whirls. Who to believe…who to trust…
Blonde bombshell (alternately flame-haired) Sam drives a big pink 1959 Caddy convertible named Lulabell throughout the decades, beginning to end, which sets the tone and says everything you need to know.

With murder, the mob, secret societies and heartbreak trailing her in the smudgy rearview mirror, her lifetime ride to fame and multiple fortunes is more twisty than any soap opera, mystery or thriller. God writes such strange one-way tickets. You can’t make this stuff up. She travels such a long road to the horizon. It’s true, fate forced her to silence her foes but blood avengers who murder are destined to never forget. God remembers that we are dust…wealth is deceitful…
The stunning Cinderella-highflier-road-to-hell-and-back-and-oh-so-shocking-roller-coaster-ride of gripping consequences features unforgettable scenes, characters and a deep emotional appeal. It resonates. A stunning spiel, it’s a serious literary endeavor for mass entertainment, a depiction of people capable of most anything. Who knows what comes next. Nobody. It all unfolds. Their loves and hatreds, pardons and revenges manifest in such harrowing escapades, noir, riches, crime, sex, sorrow, tragedy, happiness, glee, religion, madness and wanton acts of cruelty. A nested story within a story, call it a frame narrative. It’s the deepest kind of truth — the kind of truth that only fiction can tell. VERY INTENSE. And we are gutted. There is no safe passage. Holy hell.
Marriage plots, faith and philosophy matter.
Yep, Sam’s fucked-up family hails from the Great Southern Babylon. New Orleans. It’s the bone marrow and epicenter of debauchery, a very special place of sinners and saints. Amen. For he’s a jolly good fellow. The word count of the series is not entirely unprecedented but close. It’s a throwback to Marcel Proust’s stream-of-consciousness-style “world’s longest novel.”
The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series’ premise is deeply compelling. The novel sequence, with truth in fiction, pushes past category boundaries with upscale flair. Entertaining and perturbing escapism. Nonstop climaxes. The exceptionally strong female voice begins at the end, which is current-time, and then coils back to begin again in 1987-1988, when she was 25 years old. Then there is the astounding end-end. You won’t want to miss it. There’s never been anything quite like this brand of storytelling, and there never will be again.
“I never wanted to be a millionaire, just live like one,” said Sam Schaffer. Such a crazy premise. Not for the faint of heart. Cravings. “It’s my DNA. Daddy was a N’Awlins Jew, a drunk and a mob killer. We lived a crooked life of prestige and opulence, spells of poverty, too, bubbles and bullets, confetti and blood, the enamel of grief, and heavens where the stars all burn down. Punch me in the heart. What destroys me makes me live. The broken halves of all ourselves. To whom we return. How to catch the ear of God? Or Marie Laveau? Or the Black Madonna? All Southerners love illusion. Beautiful dreams built on lies. I tell you the truth.”

Main character Sam’s Daddy Zach worked for New Orleans Godfather Carlos Marcello, both involved in JFK’s assassination, in the story, with newfangled reveals about that. The art of deceptive lying to tell the truth, the truth in lies. Prepare yourself for this one, someone always lurking in the shadows. You will have questions that need answering, and no idea where things are going. Catch your breath every few pages. Cliffhangers will have readers and cinephiles on the floor, demolished, destroyed, devastated. It’s so good, SO GOOD. Heartachingly heavy and esoteric, light and breezy, bone-chilling and sad, self-deprecating and gruesome, satirical and funny.
Hold onto your seat. Stay tuned. Stand by. Watch out. Author alert. Whoo-hoo! Hold breath. Mark time. It’s time for the world to keep watching. Keep listening. Where the rubber hits the road. Big shockers. Bolts from the blue. Unreal but real. Hang onto your hat. This spellbinding story is unleashing, soon. Book by book.
From page one, the narrator grabs hold of your hand and squeezes. Snared, you’re deep inside her head, behind her eyes, underneath her skin. She yanks you into her steamy escapades, her bizarre, tangled web. There’s no escape from the madness, mayhem, mystery, misery, mirth and more, that rains down on you. But who could not want more? Hooked, there’s no turning back. The suffocating, beautiful layers of anguish and joy that pair together as twin faces in the mirror that keeps peeling away yet there’s always more, teasing and tantalizing. We reach for the evasive yet highly addictive sunken treasure of love, money, safety and happiness; all so close, so far, just heartache, a fingertip, a million miles away. Often, it chases after us, nipping at our heels.
As Sam finds out the hard way, deep, dark, mysterious secrets and lies, shimmering in the sun, lurking in the shadows, camouflage the rot that hides behind the gloss, revealing that nothing is as it seems, ever.
There is evil in the world. Deadly. Relentless. Silent. Provocative. Alluring. Irresistible. Indeed, evil has many masks, many charms, many poisons. Lust, love, lies, hate and greed help the world spin on its axis. Though there is no evil without some good in it, there is also no good without evil in it, beware! Never trust your heart to a carnivore. Once you climb aboard a runaway roller coaster madly careening through a house of smoke and mirrors, you can’t just stop the ride and get off. Absolutely not. There is nothing you can do but keep riding, and screaming, and screaming. Until it crashes. And all you can hope is that you’ll live to tell about it.

Remember, the characters are not well-rounded. No. They are people with jagged, broken edges, and those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design. Touché. The story gets underneath all the sham, all the excuses, all the lies that you’ve been told. It’s stripped down naked, to hide nothing, to look away from nothing, to look at it… To not blink, to not be embarrassed by it or ashamed of it. It gets to where the blood is, where the bone is. Yes.
The series is far more engrossing than an “average” page-turner. There are no vampires, werewolves or Marvel superheroes in the books, mainly alluring wild and crazy Byronic heroes/antiheroes. We’re drawn to morally ambiguous characters who act badly.
The iconic (Byronic) characters understand riches to rags — and rags to riches — fabled tales that have a mythic quality that echo Greek tragedy. Their lives are a classic Tennessee Williams play, a continuum, set in umpteen acts. They live over-the-top lives that no novelist would ever dare to pen, high-flier crashes, tragedy, devastation, financial ruin, miracles, loss, betrayal and heartbreak. Resiliency.
The characters are irreparably complex, flawed and charismatic. Likewise, the narrator possesses a love of “twisted” dark absurdity, comedy, satire, skeletons, scandal and swashbucklers. Protagonist, main character and narrator Sam is a colorful storyteller, a complex character of dichotomy, with seeming contradictions, whereas all her virtues collide and coexist with her faults. It’s complicated but never boring. There are no coincidences. Her prose is florid, lyrical, lurid, detailed, complex, verbose and philosophical, filled with interiority. [Interiority is the quality of being inward, referring to a person’s inner life, character, and consciousness, including their thoughts, feelings, and reactions. In literature, it involves exploring a character’s psychological depth, often contrasting it with external action, to show how personal perception shapes reality and to create emotional resonance.]
Good people do bad things and bad people do good things.
Something BIG is coming soon… Don’t go away. More to come. Watch this space.

What publishing needs is one big book, in this case one grand novel series, that comes out of nowhere to upend the literary world and take America by storm. There’s room to be massively successful, and to shoot out of nowhere to top bestseller lists, to make a mark, as a surprise. The story possesses the right blueprint DNA to land on reading lists. TJ Fisher is the modern-day Marcel Proust-esque author to throw the spotlight on, as a startling breakout author of the moment.
The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series is far from being a regular novel sequence, memoir, genre or story…it has all the vibes and airs of a big hit…and debut phenomenon…so says the gypsy fortuneteller. The work is highly suitable for adaptation into the visual storytelling medium, the audiovisual language of the camera, in addition to publication. There’s enough material to easily produce a five-year TV show. And more. The epic book series has the potential for grand franchisability, and the succession of work is anticipated to become an enduring franchise.
Pearly Gates characters make readers laugh out loud, cuss, cry, scream and shout. That’s the mark of a great writer, and a great story, some say. Fisher’s human-authored book series was not written by numbers or any writerly formula. It’s an imaginative work of passion and prowess, and persuasion. The ingredients and strength of the original point-of-view style, words, feelings, dialogue, internal dialogue, characters and scenes comes from the author’s bone marrow. Everything jumps off the pages. Crash helmet on. We’re rollin’. Sam steers the story, out of control.

The explosive all-original and tell-all novel series is not like any other work, and the writing style is not like any other author. Still, there are, at times, echoes of writers (New Orleans-era) Lafcadio Hearn, Nelson DeMille, Anne Rice and Dominick Dunne, and, of course, the narrative is at a Marcel-Proust length.
The compelling Pearly Gates story is breathtaking long. Why? Because it works. It’s spectacular! It’s rare. Bottomline, the series is for true booklovers, also known as bibliophiles. There are no coincidences. The continuing series word count adds up to over 1.85 million words.

Chart-breaking French author Proust clocked in at 1.2 to 1.3 million words for his voluminous À la recherche du temps perdu (translated into English as In Search of Lost Time or Remembrance of Things Past), classified as the longest novel in history. He wrote the most respected novel of the 20th century, a hybrid philosophical essay and story of great influence, memories and melancholic episodes, involuntary memory. It was a definitive modern novel with a profound effect on literature and subsequent writers. One of the top 10 greatest books of all time. His novel is a semi-autobiographical work, written in a stream-of-consciousness style.
The massive The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series may well be received much like that of Proust’s work: “…for several days I was unable to put the book down…” Books like this overtake the norms of the book business. Far more than the wreath of cheap fame, these types of books forget caring about space or page counts.
A snap judgement rejection of books that break the mold may be like that of Proust’s detractors. Yes, Proust had to “self-publish” his first novel/volume, in the sense that he paid for the publication costs at his own expense after his manuscript was rejected by major French traditional publishers, who found it too long or verbose. When he paid the printer to release the book, it was a form of a vanity press arrangement.
Proust was once viewed by the lit world as a “pretty little society boy.” Just a dilettante dabbling in literature, a charming literary lightweight and amateur. A prominent publisher famously dismissing his work after only skimming a few pages with hostile eyes, then condemning it. Why? The novel’s massive length, experimental style and detailed narrative were seen as unpublishable by the traditional French literary scene of the early 1910s. Another publisher snidely spoke of Proust’s masterpiece work, saying, “I rack my brains as I may, I can’t see why a chap should need thirty pages to describe how he turns over in bed before going to sleep.” A very poor pronouncement, and a great error in judgement, indeed.
The one publisher who initially rejected Proust’s book later humbly admitted, “[It] will remain the most serious mistake ever made by the NRF [Nouvelle Revue Française] and, since I bear the shame of being very much responsible for it, one of the most stinging and poignantly remorseful regrets of my life.” Very apropos. As prominent Russian-Soviet writer, literary theorist and critic Viktor Shklovsky once said, “New forms appear in art in order to replace old forms which have cease to be artistic.”

The rejections of Proust’s work are now considered amongst the biggest blunders in literary history, a testament to how misunderstood groundbreaking works can be by the establishment.
Partially autobiographical novels are fictional works that are heavily based on the author’s own life, with strong ties to the author’s experiences and relationships, but with embellishment for fictionalized details, inventive plotlines and composite characters, so to create a more compelling narrative. The work still explores the core emotional truth of the author’s experiences, rather than being bound by strict factual accuracy. I.e., it is a blend of fact and fiction, a masterful collage of life, dramatized.
The Pearly Gates of Purgatory series sequence of forthcoming books are: Baby Doll Gombo (#1), Zin-Zin (#2), Flambeau (#3), Quadrillée (#4),Tableau (#5), Peristyle (#6), Mascarade (#7), Promenade (#8), Société (#9), Zansét (#10), Repasser (#11), Confrondre (#12), Rouler (#13), Procession (#14), Vieux Gold (#15).
The fictional lead character (protagonist) Sam Schaffer’s Pearly Gates People intra-book journals are: “Gold Cement Dust,” “Jar of Mirrors,” “The Mettle of Clouds,” “Land of Marbles,” “Dreaming in Chalk,” “Halls of Lacquer,” “Mockingbirds and Sandmen,” “Vanquish the Wind,” “Twilight of the Unicorn,” “The Assemblage,” “Keeper of the Dust,” “Papier-Mâché Masks of the Gods,” “Ya-Ya Mystéres,” “Pedestals of Sand,” “Queen Maker’s Alcove,” “Plaster Kings and Queens,” “To Silence a Raven,” “The Jublilees,” “Dancing into the Sun,” “Spear of the Gods,” “Gilted Crescent Moon,” “The Enchanteur,” “Elysian Road,” “Life Written in Chaulk,” “Underlings of the Sky,” “Lions at the Rainbow,” “Golden Sand and Glitter,” “Tango in the Daylight,” “Tropical-Empire Era,” “The Moth Cage,” “Forgotten Mists,” “Portrait of a Firefly,” “The Réveil,” “Misté Zozo,” “Path the Promenade,” “Gravity Falls Down,” “The Bamboula Beat,” “Pillars of the Sodden Soil,” “Succomber Soirée,” “South of Eden,” “Orange Blossom Languors,” “Echoes of Sandcastle-Landia,” “Jester of Ash,” “Starlight of Silver Tinsel,” “Persévérer Circle,” “The Bellwether of Clay Statues,” “Midnight Blue on the Horizon.”

































