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327 pages, Hardcover
First published October 12, 2010
There was a reason Charlie was such a bright blazing sun. He came from endless cold, black space.I couldn’t sleep after finishing Please Ignore Vera Dietz.
”And so, for all six years she’s been gone, I have $337 to show for having a mother. Dad says that thirty-seven bucks is good interest. He doesn’t see the irony in that.”Needless to say, I really loved the writing in this book – it was poignant without pretention, emotive without being heavy.
“Because with Charlie, nothing was ever easy. Everything was windswept and octagonal and finger-combed. Everything was difficult and odd, and the theme songs all had minor chords.”For a story that tackles death, abuse and alcoholism amongst other things, for the most part King takes a remarkably even-handed approach that feels open and not gratuitous. (There are some other messages in the novel where I felt perhaps King may have been speaking more to her personal opinion – and they came across rather more awkwardly.) I’m loathe to apply the term gritty here, because to be honest I think what King is showing us is simply reality (in terms of the issues it addresses, not the anthropomorphic landmarks, stripper dream sequences and pickles), and the reality is that life isn’t polished and smooth. That tragedy happens all the time. Often, right next door.
Here’s me using tandem in a sentence.
We will learn to forgive ourselves in tandem.
I’d rather feel something for real than pretend it’s not what it is. (Which Zen guy said, “If you want to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water”?)["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
But there’s something about telling other people what to ignore that just doesn’t work for me. Especially things we shouldn’t be ignoring. Kid bullying you at school? Ignore him. Girl passing rumors? Ignore her. Eighth-grade teacher pinch your friend’s ass? Ignore it. Sexist geometry teacher says girls shouldn’t go to college because they will only ever pop out babies and get fat? Ignore him. Hear that a girl in your class is in abused by her stepfather and had to go to the clinic? Hear she’s bringing her mother’s pills to school and selling them to pay for it? Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Mind your own business. Don’t make waves. Fly under the radar. It’s just one of those things, Vera.
I’m sorry, but I don’t get it.
No one living understands dying, and no matter what they dream up—from harps and heaven to pickles in Big Macs—they can’t prove a thing until they’re on this side. Which, if you can, you want to avoid until it’s really your time to go. You might want to leave some time to fall in love and have a family. Stay healthy so you can meet your grandchildren one day. I can guarantee you this: you do not want to die by asphyxiating on your own puke and get kicked out of a car onto your front lawn.
Plus, youth is judgmental.
I have my fingers on the switch, but have lived a lifetime ignoring the control I have over my own world. Today is different. On the night he died, Charlie said he left something for me. Today I’m going to find it.
When my mother was my age, she was just about to have me after I’d spent nine long months growing inside her. Now it’s my turn. I am going to birth myself. I am going to be a
better mother to me than she ever was. I’m going to stay faithful and stand up for myself. I am going to do more than send me fifty bucks on my birthday, and if I ever call myself on the phone, I’m going to act like I care, just a little, because I’m aware that I might need it. I will comb my own hair gently and never make myself get into bathwater that’s too hot. I am going to be the kind of mother who shows warmth.
A BRIEF WORD FROM THE PAGODA
Hey—the whole freaking world was built from delusional optimism and folly. What makes you so special? We’re all just making it up as we go along. No one really knows what they’re doing. Anyone who tells you otherwise is talking out of their butt.
The way she stood there, like a character in a Stephen King novel, she was capable of anything.
“You wish you knew more? Seriously. You don’t.” I think, And when you do, you’ll wish you didn’t.
"I drive over the bridge into town. The whitest town on Earth - or, more accurately, once the whitest town on Earth until the Mexicans moved in. Once you get through the crowded old suburbs where the large Victorian homes sit on the hill and past the rows of cupola-topped row houses, it’s an ugly town - a mishmash of 1940s asphalt shingles, multicolored bricks, and gray concrete. There’s too much litter, and too many people look angry. Dad says it wasn’t always like this. He says it’s not the Mexicans’ fault that the city council would rather spend the city’s money on new arts initiatives and a big, flashy baseball stadium than more police on the streets. So now, while there’s wine, cheese, and doubleheaders downtown, poverty has taken over and crime is at an all-time high uptown."But it's okay, cause Vera's dad said that "it's not the Mexicans' fault". It's just that, one is left wondering about what the author meant to tell us here. Or maybe, y'know... "Painfully realistic tale" and the whole shebang? No thanks.
"I’m even growing to like Mick, the skinhead Nazi. He tells funny jokes and has a very witty way about him. [...] Mick walks over to me with his arms out, as if he wants to hug me, and I flinch into James’s side. I do not want to hug a skinhead Nazi. Even if he might be okay. Even if he tells funny jokes. Even if he’s really just a misunderstood nice guy who hates certain races of people."And let's not forget about Jenny, the bad girl who wears lots of black eyeliner (SLUTTY), who stole Vera's best friend/crush, dresses in all black, and hurts puppies. I wish I were joking about the puppies...
"He’s so awesomely gorgeous and manly and hunky. His hair is grown out a little, so he doesn’t look messy, but rugged. He keeps himself shaven, but sometimes leaves a stubbly goatee, which he’s done today. He wears a Pagoda shirt that’s a tiny bit small for him, so his biceps and deltoids are really defined and I can’t help but want to squeeze them. But this isn’t all physical. He says smart stuff. He’s funny, sarcastic, and cynical. He can see outside this stupid little town because he’s been out of this stupid little town. None of the guys in school have all this going for them. They might have muscles, but they don’t have brains. Or they might have muscles and a few brains, but they still think the world revolves around them."NO, this isn't all physical, cause that would be slutty! Vera isn't slutty! Never forget! *holds lighter in the air*. "[...] but they still think the world revolves around them" ...and obviously it doesn't, since it already revolves around Vera. I mean c'mon.
"He looks at me and smiles. 'You want to go out after work?'1) That's... straightforward? (Dude's not her boyfriend or anything. They kissed once, it was awkward -according to Vera- and she didn't know how to talk to him or look at him afterwards. Then this happens. Just giving you a context, bye.) 2) VERA NO. THIS IS SLUTTY. VERA WHAT ARE YOU DOING??! VERA!! SAVE VERA FROM SLUTHOOD 2K14!!!
'Where to?'
'How about we go up to the pagoda and make out?'
This makes me so happy, I whistle while I do the dishes."
"There was no doubt Mr. Oberman was gay. He didn’t hide it. I’d venture a guess that he was overly gay in the detention room because it irked the Detentionheads so much. Bill Corso was not going to be told what to do by some fag - so Oberman put on his extra fagginess just to make kids like Corso squirm."I MEAN??????????????? No amount of "painfully realistic tale, told by an overly honest narrator" bullshit will make me go, "Ahhh, this is a delightful read indeed."
"I spend most of my time watching my parents (from where he is now, the afterlife or something). You’d think I’d get as far away from them as I could now that I’m free, but seems I’m here to learn something. Not sure what. I never liked either of them. He’s just a bully, and she’s a doormat."Why am i shocked? His father is abusive. Crazy abusive. Woman-i-don't-want-you-to-use-tampons-because-it's-like-you're-cheating-on-me crazy abusive. And what does Charlie call him? A "bully". And his mother is a "doormat". Need I say more?
“Is it okay to hate a dead kid? Even if you loved him once? Even if he was my best friend? Is it okay to hate him for being dead?”
"If we're supposed to ignore everything that's wrong with our lives, then I can't see how we'll ever make things right.”
“I want to tell her that the only thing you get from walling yourself in is empty.”
"What is the sound of one hand clapping?"
That's how I feel without Charlie. Like one hand clapping
I'm sorry, but I don't get it. If we're supposed to ignore everything that's wrong with our lives, then I can't see how we'll make things right
Two gulps of vodka later, my eyes are watering and my throat automatically grumbles "Ahhhhh" to get rid of the burning. Don't judge me. I'm not getting drunk. I'm coping