Tell Us 5 Things About Your Book: A Texas Oil Boom Fuels a Family Saga

As a 27-year-old with three children, Bobby Mealer got a phone call from his friend Grady Cunningham, who asked: “How’d you like to be a millionaire?” In that place and time, Texas in 1981, this was not an idle question. Mealer was living in Alvin, outside of Houston, working at a chemical plant. Cunningham was in Big Spring, a West Texas town on the precipice of an oil boom; not its first. Cunningham had started his own drilling company, and wanted his friend to be his vice president.

Journalist and author Bryan Mealer set out to tell the story of his father and Cunningham’s boom and bust in “The Kings of Big Spring,” but ended up covering much more. He looks back at more than a century — starting in the 1800s, when his great-grandfather was working with moonshiners in Georgia — to write about religion’s grip on his family, opportunity in the United States and the decadent times that come with oil money. Here, Mealer discusses extreme poverty, outlandish spending, the cousin he found who helped him complete the story and more. This interview has been condensed and edited.

A: Ever since I knew I wanted to be a writer, in high school or so. I’ve told this story in bars and on first dates.

My parents had grown up in really strict Assembly of God households. My dad, in contrast to my mom, had rebelled against God and the church most of his life — drinking and drugs, mostly — only to come back repentant. At that time in Alvin, he really kind of had it together. We moved to Big Spring and we all entered Grady’s fabulous orbit. For three years, my parents lived like rappers. They’d fly to Dallas on charter planes to buy gold rings, fur coats. This was around the time of “Urban Cowboy.” Texas chic was kind of the rage, and my folks lived that high-end honky-tonk lifestyle up to the hilt.

The company actually drilled some pretty good wells. But for every dollar they earned, Grady would turn around and spend 50, a lot of it on cocaine. We ended up fleeing with our tail between our legs to San Antonio, where my dad had to get another job and basically reinvent himself.

I thought of writing it as a novel at one time. I was trying to figure out what I was going to do next. My grandmother died in 2011, and it was a really moving experience for me. I flew down to Big Spring and we all gathered around her bed. She was a wonderful gospel singer, had grown up singing in the church. One of her last requests when we were all around her in the hospice was for us all to sing. And we did. I wanted to find the source of what I felt in the room, call it the Holy Ghost or whatever. It was a power.

A: That poor people don’t leave paper trails, unless they’re criminals. Early in my research I was really hitting a wall. All I had was census records and occasional documents I would pull from county clerks’ offices: property deeds and whatnot; but nothing really firsthand to drive a narrative. Then through Ancestry.com, of all places, I found out I had a cousin Frances in Arizona who was in her 90s, and she had a diamond-sharp memory. She basically took me through the Depression. Her dad — my grandfather’s brother — died of dust pneumonia in 1936. Frances’ mother had a nervous breakdown. The family bought food by selling cardboard. They warmed their house by burning tires they found in the road. It was tough living.

Finding her was journalist gold. And now she’s one of my best friends; and a big Donald Trump supporter, so we go back and forth on that.

A: I had this idea of structuring it like “All the King’s Men,” where Grady was the Willie Stark character and he pulled around this group of pilot fish with him. My editor didn’t think Grady could carry the book. He urged me to dig into my family history, which I’d never done and it turns out no one in my family had ever done. I ended up going back to find my great-grandfather and how he came west from Georgia to find adventure and riches. Like so many others, what he found instead was reality and hardship. He lost his farm to drought in 1916. His wife died of Spanish flu while they were uprooted and living on the road. During the first oil boom, when the Permian field was just opening up, that’s what my family did, worked in oil. I went in to tell the story of Grady and this brief period in Texas, and came out with this multigenerational story about America.

A: Johnny Cash. He’s someone I grew up listening to very early. There was so much tied up in him of good and evil, God and the devil. He was so tied to the church. I grew up knowing and learning Pentecostal hymns, which are so evocatively written and full of these strong words and images. Just like Cash’s music. I grew up hearing testimonies in church, people mired in life’s lowest stations and then being saved. My grandfather, drunk in the gutter, was saved by a Salvation Army preacher. That theme of redemption in Cash’s work, and Merle Haggard’s work — that theme’s at work in my own journalism, and it’s not even conscious. I attach to these redemptive stories.

A: I can do it in six words: “Grapes of Wrath” meets “Boogie Nights.”

‘The Kings of Big Spring: God, Oil, and One Family’s Search for the American Dream’

By Bryan Mealer

369 pages. Flatiron Books. $27.99.