Part American Gangster, part Housewives of New Jersey, Hair Club Burning take the most dangerous creature on Earth – a woman scorned – and throws her into an improbable comradery with two young highly active gangbangers, all in search of the same thing. Justice.
Just how far will the housewife go to find the gangster within? And how far will the bangers trust a white woman from the suburbs? All will be revealed as they chase the millions hidden offshore by the soon to be ex-husband in this hilarious novel of a housewife and gangster team on the road to their freedom.
"I met brother Jay in 2000 at Delaware State University. It was the beginning of a long road of ups and downs between two young men destined to survive and defy the odds of the streets. Just as the bangers in the book start earning "straight" money for the sett, so Jay and I escaped the violence to build a life and family of our own."
-- Dashaun Morris, author of The War of the Bloods in My Veins
Beth Wareham is a writer, editor and publisher based in New York City. She is predominately a humor writer with a side order of food writing. In The Power of No, her first book, she dealt - in a humorous way - with extreme people pleasing and how to over come it.
Hair Club Burning marks a departure from previous work. She takes a co-writer, Jason Davis, a Harlem Bloods OG, and has written a hilarious send up of all things human: white vs black, yellow vs brown, fat vs skinny, big vs small, legal vs illegal and young vs old. In the end, it's a big old caper book of blacks and whites working together, hilariously, to get what they need and want - without breaking too many laws - or hearts. www.shadowteams.com
Jason Davis, a Blood O.G. of one of the blood chapters and father of 4, now specializes in keeping young people out of gangs. Beth Wareham, his co-author, is a writer and publisher. Friends for over a decade, Davis and Wareham began Hair Club Burning as a way to tell the funny stories of how people react to their friendship. As they compared the white experience to the black experience, the humor escalated as did the realization we ARE all alike, pinky toes and all. The book was plotted on texts between Harlem and the East Village in New York City.