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"It is not down in any map; but true places never are." -Herman Melville, Moby-Dick  | |
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For Katie | |
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The phone call came late one August afternoon as my older sister Gracie and I sat out on the back porch shucking the sweet corn into the big tin buckets. | |
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"Angela Ashford says [AIDS] are bad and that I probably have 'em."
Dr. Clair looked at Layton. The mancala pieces were still in her hand.
"If Angela Ashford ever says anything like that to you ever again, you tell her that just because she's insecure about being a little girl in a society that puts an inordinate amount of pressure on little girls to live up to certain physical, emotional, and ideological standards- many of which are improper, unhealthy, and self-perpetuating- it doesn't mean she has to take her misplaced self-loathing out on a nice boy like you. You may be inherently part of the problem, but that doesn't mean you aren't a nice boy with nice manners, and it certainly doesn't mean you have AIDS."
"I'm not sure I can remember all that," Layton said.
"Well then, tell Angela that her mother is a white-trash drunk from Butte." p. 37
I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads, made me think of someone tearing up an expensive and potentially Italian set of trousers in a fit of madness that this person might just regret later. p. 10 The moment that latch on my door ticked shut, I began agonizing. For the art of packing I changed into an athletic costume complete with sweatband and kneepads. This was going to be more difficult than the President's Fitness Challenge, in which I couldn't manage a single pull-up.
I put a little Brahms on the record player to calm the nerves. p. 77 How lucky I was to have grown up on such a ranch, such a castle of imagination, where hounds gnawed on bones and the mountains signed with the weight of the heavens on their backs. p. 350 | |
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▾Common Knowledge (short form) | People/Characters | Tecumseh Sparrow Spivet (T.S. Spivet), Dr Clair Linneaker Spivet, Dr Terrance Yorn, Layton Houseling Spivet, Gracie Spivet, Tecumseh Elijah Spivet (show all 7), Mr G H Jibsen | | Important places | The Smithsonian, Washington DC, USA, The Coppertop Ranch, Divide, Montana, USA | | Awards and honors | Guardian First Book Award Longlist (2009) | | Epigraph | "It is not down in any map; but true places never are." -Herman Melville, Moby-Dick | | Dedication | For Katie | | First words | The phone call came late one August afternoon as my older sister Gracie and I sat out on the back porch shucking the sweet corn into the big tin buckets. | | Quotations | "Angela Ashford says [AIDS] are bad and that I probably have 'em."
Dr. Clair looked at Layton. The mancala pieces were still in her hand.
"If Angela Ashford ever says anything like that to you ever again, you ... (show all)tell her that just because she's insecure about being a little girl in a society that puts an inordinate amount of pressure on little girls to live up to certain physical, emotional, and ideological standards- many of which are improper, unhealthy, and self-perpetuating- it doesn't mean she has to take her misplaced self-loathing out on a nice boy like you. You may be inherently part of the problem, but that doesn't mean you aren't a nice boy with nice manners, and it certainly doesn't mean you have AIDS."
"I'm not sure I can remember all that," Layton said.
"Well then, tell Angela that her mother is a white-trash drunk from Butte." p. 37
, I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads, made me think of someone tearing up an expensive and potentially Italian set of trousers in... (show all) a fit of madness that this person might just regret later. p. 10, The moment that latch on my door ticked shut, I began agonizing. For the art of packing I changed into an athletic costume complete with sweatband and kneepads. This was going to be more difficult than the President's Fitness... (show all) Challenge, in which I couldn't manage a single pull-up.
I put a little Brahms on the record player to calm the nerves. p. 77, How lucky I was to have grown up on such a ranch, such a castle of imagination, where hounds gnawed on bones and the mountains signed with the weight of the heavens on their backs. p. 350 | | Last words | (Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.)Then my hands were on the door. I hesitated. My father clucked his tongue and gave me a nod. I pushed open the door and walked into the light. | | Blurbers | King, Stephen, Shteyngart, Gary |
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What makes the novel unique is the author's use of illustrations and side notes in the margins to extend the reading experience.
The story follows a gifted boy who has been invited to receive an award and speak at the Smithsonian. T.S. thinks that once the officials learn that he's a boy and not an adult scientist, they will be withdraw the award. He decided to venture across country from a ranch in Montana to city of Washington D.C. on his own. Many aspects of the book feel set in another time and place, but that contributes to surreal feeling.
I enjoyed both the book's format as well as the quirky characters. I could empathize with the boy's eccentricities and loves of visuals. I recommend this novel. (