Where Things Come Back

Interesting, weird, and at times annoying (especially Cullen's habit of starting most of his thoughts with, “when one is...”), this would have to be matched up with the right kind of high school/8th grade kid, most lkely a boy. I've matched it with one odd-duck (in the best way) 8th grade boy who liked it alright and one high school boy who really didn't connect with it at all. I can see why it won awards from adult reviewers, I just think it'll be a hard sell to the intended audience (actual teen readers), and the book trailer that was aiming for mysterious but landed on pointlessly absurd doesn't really help.

Lorsque j'avais terminé en début de semaine Highly Illogical Behavior j'avais déjà envie de découvrir les autres romans de l'écrivain américain John Corey Whaley. Il ne m'a fallu que quelques jours et la lecture d'un roman très différent de Christophe Donner pour accomplir mon souhait. Il s'agit cette fois du premier roman de John Corey Whaley, intitulé Where Things Comme Back au résumé assez intriguant : 

In the remarkable, bizarre, and heart-wrenching summer before Cullen Witter's senior year of high school, he is forced to examine everything he thinks he understands about his small and painfully dull Arkansas town. His cousin overdoses; his town becomes absurdly obsessed with the alleged reappearance of an extinct woodpecker; and most troubling of all, his sensitive, gifted fifteen-year-old brother, Gabriel, suddenly and inexplicably disappears.

Meanwhile, the crisis of faith spawned by a young missionary's disillusion in Africa prompts a frantic search for meaning that has far-reaching consequences. As distant as the two stories initially seem, they are woven together through masterful plotting and merge in a surprising and harrowing climax.

This extraordinary tale from a rare literary voice finds wonder in the ordinary and illuminates the hope of second chances.

It was easier for me to hate everyone in town than hate myself for being afraid I'd be just like them.

My cynicism had been known, from time to time, to get me into accidental trouble. I was especially cynical in groups, perhaps feeling that a witty cut-down about a stranger would earn me the respect and admiration of friends. This rarely worked. You can only act like a jerk so many times before people stop listening to you. Gabriel broke me of this habit one night after I made fun of a couple leaving a movie theater. “You act like you hate everyone. It must be exhausting.” And, having no response, I decided that he was right.

Dr. Webb says that losing a sibling is oftentimes much harder for a person than losing any other member of the family. “A sibling represents a person's past, present, and future,” he says. “Spouses have each other, and even when one eventually dies, they have memories of a time when they existed before that other person and can more readily imagine a life without them. Likewise, parents may have other children to be concerned with—a future to protect for them. To lose a sibling is to lose the one person with whom one shares a lifelong bond that is meant to continue on into the future.”