“American Born Chinese” by Gene Luen Yang

American Born Chinese Book Cover American Born Chinese
Gene Luen Yang
Juvenile Fiction
Macmillan
2006-09-05
Paperback
233
Purchased

2007 Michael L Printz Award Winner

All Jin Wang wants is to fit in. When his family moves to a new neighborhood, he suddenly finds that he's the only Chinese American student at his school. Jocks and bullies pick on him constantly, and he has hardly any friends. Then, to make matters worse, he falls in love with an all-American girl...

Born to rule over all the monkeys in the world, the story of the Monkey King is one of the oldest and greatest Chinese fables. Adored by his subjects, master of the arts of kung-fu, he is the most powerful monkey on earth. But the Monkey King doesn't want to be a monkey. He wants to be hailed as a god...

Chin-Kee is the ultimate negative Chinese stereotype, and he's ruining his cousin Danny's life. Danny's a popular kid at school, but every year Chin-Kee comes to visit, and every year Danny has to transfer to a new school to escape the shame. This year, though, things quickly go from bad to worse...

These three apparently unrelated tales come together with an unexpected twist, in a modern fable that is hilarious, poignant and action-packed. American Born Chinese is an amazing rise, all the way up to the astonishing climax--and confirms what a growing number of readers already know: Gene Yang is a major talent.

Hey! A graphic novel — the first to show up as a Printz honoree — and it won the 2007 award. This is a very quirky quick read of a book. It might seem to be simple, but it’s actually a pretty complex tale that I thoroughly enjoyed.

As soon as I finished it, I handed it to one of my teenaged boys. He flew through it, and when he was done, I asked what he thought. He let a grin slip, shrugged, and said  “It was kind of weird.” I could be mistaken, but I think that counts as a thumbs-up kind of a review.

 

2006 Printz Wrap Up Post

I think I might have forgotten to do a 2005 summary — and after posting last week, I realized that I had gotten some posts out of order (starting 2007 before finishing 2006!)

Oops.

So, 2006 Michael L Printz honor and award winners. A very eclectic group of books — two novels, a short story collection, a biography, and poetry. I had already read Looking for Alaska, and while I loved it (again), I think that I Am the Messenger had a bigger impact on me out of all of the books. The style and message of the book were fantastic. There’s nothing like the feeling of getting run over by a book. That sounds weird, I know, but as awful as it sounds, there are an awful lot of us that keep looking for that feeling.

For some books, I still wonder at what made them honor-worthy. Why was the Lennon biography considered so special? I mean, yes, I enjoyed it, but what made the awards committee choose it over every other book that got published that year?

I think if nothing else, this experience has lead me to read so many books that I never would have considered picking up on my own, and I’m grateful for that. A Wreath for Emmett Till is an extremely powerful and thought-provoking read. It’s just a tiny little picture-book length poem, that packs a really big punch.

 

“A Wreath for Emmett Till” by Marilyn Nelson, illustrated by Philippe Lardy

A Wreath for Emmett Till Book Cover A Wreath for Emmett Till
Marilyn Nelson, Philippe Lardy (illustrations)
Juvenile Fiction
Graphia
2005
Paperback
34
Owned

2006 Michael L Printz Honor Book

Presents fifteen interlinked sonnets to pay tribute to Emmitt Till, a fourteen-year-old African American boy who was lynched in Mississippi in 1955 for whistling at a white woman, and whose murderers were acquitted.

This slim book of poetry was a surprise. At first, because it looks like a child’s picture book. Later, because of the poetry itself.

The name Emmett Till was vaguely familiar, but sadly, not enough to have been able to say who he was. The book description, above, has a short version of his story, for more, I offer you Wikipedia. As I write this, we are 5 days past the murders of 9 African Americans in a church, in a state that still flies the Confederate Battle Flag over its capitol building. Till’s death was a pretty key moment in the history of the Civil Rights Movement. Without going too much further into this rabbit hole, it’s pretty clear that Emmett’s story is still relevant today.

Setting aside the content of the poetry for a moment, the sheer technical artistry of this book made me gasp out loud at one point. It is structured as a heroic crown of sonnets: fifteen interlinked sonnets (a sonnet is a 14 line rhyming poem in iambic pentameter). A crown of sonnets are connected by their first and last lines: the last line of a poem becomes the first line of the next poem, sometimes with slight alteration. A heroic crown takes this one step further: the 15th poem is made up of the first lines of all of the poems. And! The first letters of those first lines in that final poem, spell out RIP EMMETT TILL.

I think that what amazes me about good poetry is the adherence to such specific rules,  in a way that the rules become invisible, the words don’t feel shoehorned into the pattern, they were meant to be there, in that particular structure.

I read this book several weeks ago. I was looking through it just now to refresh my memory about the content. I’m going to include one of the poems without further comment, because I find myself unable to add anything else.

Mutilated boy martyr, if I could,

I’d put you in a parallel universe,
give you a better fate. There is none worse.
I’d let you live through a happy boyhood,
let your gifts bloom into a livelihood
on a planet that didn’t bear Cain’s curse.
I’d put you in a nice, safe universe,
not like this one. A universe where you’d
surpass your mother’s dreams. But parallel
realities may have terrorists, too.
Evil multiples to infinitude,
like mirrors facing each other in hell.
You were a wormhole history passed through,
transformed by the memory of your victimhood.

 

Marilyn Nelson

 

Source: Nelson, Marilyn. A Wreath for Emmett Till. Houghton Mifflin, 2005

 

“Surrender” by Sonya Hartnett

Surrender Book Cover Surrender
Sonya Hartnett
Juvenile Fiction
Candlewick Press
2012-06-26 (first published January, 2005)
ebook
256
Oyster

2007 Michael L Printz Honor Book

As life slips away, Gabriel looks back over his brief twenty years, which have been clouded by frustration and humiliation. A small, unforgiving town and distant, punitive parents ensure that he is never allowed to forget the horrific mistake he made as a child. He has only two friends - his dog, Surrender, and the unruly wild boy, Finnigan, a shadowy doppelganger with whom the meek Gabriel once made a boyhood pact. But when a series of arson attacks grips the town, Gabriel realizes how unpredictable and dangerous Finnigan is. As events begin to spiral violently out of control, it becomes devastatingly clear that only the most extreme measures will rid Gabriel of Finnigan for good.

I’m about 8 books and 2 weeks behind on writing posts. I keep saying it: but it’s much easier to just keep reading, rather than taking the time to reflect.

If you don’t like books with unreliable narrators and/or ambiguous endings, this book is definitely not for you.

And it wasn’t just the end that was ambiguous, everything (everything!) all along the way was off kilter, and just want I thought I had a clue, something else weird would happen.

Disturbing and strange — I still haven’t decided if I’m a fan of this one or not. The language was beautiful in many places –I highlighted a section that described a car catching on fire as a passage that particularly struck me:

“The Wolseley was parked in the driveway and its blue bulk was swollen with molten flames, which brightened my father’s pale face. I stopped on the lawn, shielding my eyes, and as the fire banked and swept I glimpsed the warped seat, the dashboard consumed, the bonnet buckled into a scream. The air was dense with toxic stink, and blankets of black smoke surfed up to the sky. Sparks arched across the lawn and fell glowing into the grass.”

An ugly thing to describe, but at the same time: made amazing and compelling by Hartnett’s word choices. I can see that car on fire, and I can’t really look away.

A lot of the time, though, the language went from wonderful to completely overblown and over the top. I didn’t highlight any of those passages, because I tended to skim when it got like that.

It’s been about 2 weeks since I read this one — it has lingered, as I tried to decide what I thought. What was real (or not…)? How much was fantasy, mental illness, wishful thinking, or reality and truth. I think this would be an excellent book to read with others, to have someone to argue about it with and to get their opinions. I suspect that you’d get different interpretations from every single reader.

“John Lennon: All I Want Is the Truth, a Photographic Biography” by Elizabeth Partridge

John Lennon: All I Want Is the Truth, a Photographic Biography Book Cover John Lennon: All I Want Is the Truth, a Photographic Biography
Elizabeth Partridge
Juvenile Nonfiction
Viking Childrens Books
2005
Hardcover
232
Purchased

2006 Michael L. Printz Honor Book

An award-winning biographer paints a vivid picture of John Lennon's life, from his tumultuous childhood in London to his rock-n-roll career writing, recording, and performing music with the Beatles, revealing how he struggled to come to terms with fame, marriage, and his artistic mind.

So, I’ll admit: I was a little dubious about reading a biography of John Lennon. I had to buy it, too, because it wasn’t available from any of my library choices, or online. Having read it, I still wonder at why, exactly, this was chosen as an honor book. It was good, but I would love to know what made it award worthy in the minds of the Printz committee.

Everyone knows about The Beatles, right? Snips and bits of their stories, their musical is inescapable. This biography was a well-written overview of Lennon’s life, filling in little details about the other band members as they came in to his life.  It came as no surprise that he and the rest of the band spent most of their time high as kites. I’m not sure, after reading this, the Lennon was a very *nice* person. Not that that matters, but I don’t think I would have wanted to know him personally. It’s also apparent that he wasn’t a very happy or content person. I got the impression that part of the reason he drank and did so many drugs was to self-medicate.

One of the reviews I read on Goodreads was from someone who wished she hadn’t read it, because it completely ruined him for her. These days of all access via social media and paparazzi have definitely changed a lot of how we view and interact with those making the art we consume. (And by art, I mean music, movies, books, and everything else). Anyone can make a fool of themselves via Twitter or Tumblr or anything else, and it’s hard to separate our opinions of the person with the things they create. There are more than a few authors I refuse to read because of their behavior, but I don’t think that my enjoyment of the music of Lennon and The Beatles is going to be affected by learning in more detail what kind of people they were.

The book itself was very well-written, I thought it was a fairly quick read, the inclusion of photos kept the pages turning. Again, though, I’d love to know why this was thought to be one of the best books written for teens in 2005/2006.

Here’s something that I should probably be embarrassed about: one of my favorite childhood memories is watching the movie Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. You know, the one that starred Peter Frampton, the BEE GEEs, Steve Martin, George Burns, and etc.

I thought I’d try to redeem myself by picking my favorite Lennon song, but I can’t pick just one, apparently. How about you, dear reader? What’s your favorite?