Creamy White Thighs is a satiric novel about politics, media and a child adoption gone terribly wrong.
It is the cusp of the new Millennium and Peoria Post reporter Garrick Martin is stuck in the Illinois Statehouse in Springfield, wondering if this is all there is. His beat is a political backwater. His editor treats him like a disappointing child. His closest friend is his elderly landlady, a Holocaust survivor whose gray old horrors from the past darken their morning coffees together.
Garrick toils among competing journalists who don’t comprehend that their old-media fortress is collapsing under the onslaught of a rising Internet, even as they watch their budgets shrink and their colleagues being laid off. They can’t figure out what it is that the one “blogger” on the floor does. They entertain themselves with wagers on things like who can slip the phrase “creamy white thighs” into their news coverage.
Their sedate outpost erupts when an adopted toddler is torn from the only home he has ever known and turned over to biological parents he’s never met, the result of a court order that infuriates the nation. Garrick discovers and exposes a secret in the presiding judge’s recent a traffic stop, which boils into something much bigger in the cauldron of election-year politics.
It all plays out amid interlocking stories featuring prairie lawyer Abraham Lincoln, young legislator Barack Obama, a highway killer pondering his past from inside the execution chamber, an early-Twentieth-Century editor whose newspaper war threatens to destroy his town, a gun lobbyist who is sliding toward insanity, and the famous white squirrels of Olney, Illinois.