Sportsbook director Chris Andrews knows a thing or two about books

Las Vegas – Losing it to Syracuse resulted in Pete losing quarterback Nico Peramos, who had been dreaming of national championship glory in his first season. Instead, the Panthers will play Illinois in the Alamo Bowl.

Nico has received an invitation to the Heisman Trophy celebrations in New York, and some believe he will take the top spot in the NFL draft with millions waiting for him in professional football.

However, his constant grumbling about that defeat to the Orange team infuriated his brother, Stavros.

“Adelphus Mu, listen . . . do you think you might be being a little hard on yourself? Stop beating yourself up.”

Step into the despicable Hairdo, who wants Niko to fix the Alamo Bowl, and Big George, the Peramos patriarch with underworld ties, and Chris Andrews’ first novel takes off.

Its title, “Adelphos Mo” (My Brother), is a nod to his rich Greek heritage.

Andrews, the 66-year-old director of sports fiction at South Point, has written two compelling non-fiction books about his spirited career, setting sports odds and betting.

The novel, to be published next month, is raw and brutal, incorporating metaphor, symbolism and surprise. He began writing it after a useful first trip to Crete in 1998.

Andrews’ friend reviewed “Adelphós” and said to him, “You write with such sentiments.” He says, “That’s what I’m looking for, to make you feel something.”

He delves into his roots in Pittsburgh and Greece, with visits to Iceland, London and Las Vegas. Andrews toyed with his visual abilities.

He concludes that there is a lot of depth to the film. It cannot be said within two hours. Four or five, maybe six episodes. “Maybe a mini-series on Netflix.”

hit the nerve

A framed lithograph, five feet wide and three feet high, dominates the living room of his Las Vegas home and says it all about Andrews.

Anthony Quinn’s arms are wide, a Greek fisherman’s hat in his left hand, a narcissus in the right, and an oblique head. He’s moments, perhaps, from storming Sirtaki, his wonderful dance that concludes “Zorba the Greek.”

“Triumph” is a self-portrait of Quinn, the creative genius and native of Chihuahua, Mexico, who played Zorba in Michael Cacoyannis’ 1964 production and was filmed entirely in Crete.

Nikos Kazantzakis’s novel “Zorba the Greek,” published in 1946 as “The Life and Times of Alexis Zorbas,” highlights a farmer showing the uptight writer Basil how to celebrate life unabashedly.

He explained to Basil, as Kazantzakis wrote, “the meaning of art, love, beauty, purity, and passion.”

Andrews says that every Greek considers the late Quinn – the idealistic, daydream big George – an honorary citizen.

“In Guns of Navarone, Quinn played a Greek as well,” says Andrews, who has visited his home country four times. These journeys provided “Adelphós” with invaluable depth and context.

“[They] It helped a lot in understanding the culture, there are a lot of little things there. It certainly struck a chord with what they are, especially Manoli, the Greek banker. I think I heard it well.”

Nail it all. Anyone who doesn’t thirst for raki – half shots of the pomace brandy that Cretans often sip but seldom drink – upon completion of the volume has no heartbeat.

Daughter Jack was a vital manuscript editor/corrector. Andrews solicited a relentless review from a friend of the author, who suggested making it more slender and lighter.

Andrews cut back 160,000 words to 120,000, using sadder language. Other specialists examined it. A friend told Andrews’ attorney: “Yes, that’s how jurisprudence works.”

He emailed me a courtesy manuscript last fall. Unshakable dialogue drips from originality. I’ve known these people my whole life, Andrews says, in the crowded nooks and crannies of Pittsburgh culture.

“I think it’s real and reflects the tone of the characters. Emotionally, my heart and soul are in this book. I can still read it with tears in my eyes in certain parts”

no one is perfect

Andrews and I are fond of the many bold black and white films of the 1950s, which add or take a decade of this airing on traditional Chinese medicine. I was texting him when Zorba was just getting started.

“Already,” he would write again.

As his last days approach, wife Pam knows she has a TV tuned to TCM by his bedside.

He first saw Zorba when he was 17 and first read the book at 30 or 31. Near Heraklion on Crete, the largest of the 300 Greek islands, the international airport is named after Kazantzakis, who died in 1957 at 74.

Of the four Andrews bookstores filled in, Kazantzakis titles dominate the private shelf, including “Zorba,” “The Last Temptation of Christ,” “Odyssey: A Modern Sequel,” “Captain Michalis,” and “Saint Francis.”

He says the story given to the Greeks is “Liberty and Death,” and it’s about Crete’s battle for independence from the Turks 100 years ago.

Odysseus, who came up with the idea of ​​a Trojan horse, is another hero.

Flawed, really flawed,” Andrews said. “Perfect Greek. warrior. brilliant [bleeping] con man. Not a man you can ever trust. This is our people. At the Zorba, Basil finally said, “I’m tired of saying, ‘Is this a good man or a bad man?’

“Well, everyone has both. That’s Zorba. And nobody in my book that gets out of it is considered perfect. Nobody.”

Andrews has always felt like a Renaissance man, keen on cooking and traveling. He’s not just a guy who, he says, “makes numbers and bets.” He has at least one non-fiction project and another piece of fiction on his agenda.

His first stab in a novel?

victory.

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