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Coming of age. Fiction.
Automobile travel. Fiction.
Interpersonal relations. Fiction.
Runaways. Fiction.
Mississippi River Region. Fiction.
Starred Review Steven Gabel, aka Stiggy, should be at school. Instead, he's hit the open road in his deceased father's Mustang, with no particular destination in mind beyond following the long and winding Mississippi River. The drive is supposed to stave off all thought e girl who ghosted on him, the father who took his own life earlier that year on Groundhog Day, the lack of real friends t all that time alone only achieves the opposite. That isn't to say that Stiggy doesn't stumble upon intriguing folks and adventures along the way om friendly hitchhikers to grocery-store-robbing Renaissance-faire workers to meth addicts ly that his internal journey is just as engaging, if not more. In Hautman's skilled hands, Stiggy's grief is fully embodied, ebbing and flowing as the days and events pull him back to memories of his dad and the questions that linger. Stiggy himself lies somewhere between curmudgeon and misanthrope, and yet readers will be hard-pressed not to root for him as he comes to discover the ways he's made things harder for himself and the ways in which he is and is not like his father. True-to-life conversations, a keen sense of Midwestern topography, and sharply detailed supporting characters round out this superb road trip novel. By turns introspective and humorous.
Horn Book (Thu Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2019)After his girlfriend dumps him, cynical and emotionally careless Stiggy takes his dead father's car and drives south. Tales from the road are interspersed with flashback chapters that reveal Stiggy's troubled romance--and his father's suicide. With depth of character and a strong narrative voice, Stiggy's solo adventure is a cut above the average road-trip story.
Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)Stiggy, 17, has a lot of questions about why his girlfriend, Gaia, dumped him, and why his father committed suicide, and he-s not finding any answers in his Minnesota suburb. Wanting to think about -other things-or better yet, not think at all,- he impulsively embarks on a road trip in his father-s Mustang (which he isn-t supposed to drive), carrying little more than $407 in cash and a Visa card stolen from his mother. He has no idea where he-s going or how long he-ll be gone, but he-s ready to explore new territory as he heads through the Midwest. This story, enlivened by witty dialogue and offbeat characters, contains flashbacks set against Stiggy-s often hilarious, sometimes profound encounters with strangers. Hautman paints a true-to-life portrait of a bitter, cynical teen who undergoes a gradual transformation as he makes discoveries about Gaia, his father, and himself. Stiggy-s many mishaps (being left carless after falling for a lie, getting cornered into buying meth supplies) provide comic relief, while his epiphanies offer food for thought. Ages 12-up. (May)
Starred Review ALA Booklist (Fri Mar 01 00:00:00 CST 2019)
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Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)
"Walking in London"
Concrete Blonde
6:49
I go west, I go south, I go east, I go out of the suburbs, out of my life. I have no destination, but with every mile the bindings stretch, become thin. I turn left, I turn right, I pass a Fleet Farm, a Walmart, truck stops, cornfields, dead deer by the side of the road.
I roll through Red Wing and take the arching bridge up and out of Minnesota, over the Mississippi River, across the flat causeway spanning the Wisconsin Channel. The bluffs ahead are ablaze with red, orange, and yellow. I am blazing too.
My phone chimes. A text. I look at it. It's my mom. I lower the window and sail the phone out over the embankment, into the river. A cord snaps, my heart thrums, my blood fizzes, my arms and legs seem to stretch, my hair is alive.
Then I remember that all my music is on my phone.
Well, shit.
It doesn't matter.
I am not thinking about Garf, I am not thinking about Gaia, I am not thinking about my father.
I'm gone.
* * *
I set the cruise control and tip my seat back so my fingers barely reach the bottom of the wheel. I pretend I've got a trunk full of hundred-dollar bills, instead of $407 in cash and my mom's Visa card. She'll probably cancel it when she realizes it's gone.
To my right, the Mississippi River flows sluggish and murky; tree-covered bluffs tower above on the left. I imagine a beautiful girl standing on the shoulder next to her broken-down car.
Hop in, I say, and she does.
Nice wheels, she says. What is this, a Camaro?
Mustang, I say.
She's wearing a black T-shirt, and she has black hair. That makes me think of Gaia, so I change her T-shirt to red and her hair to blond. I change my dirt-colored hair to blond, so now we match.
Where to? I ask my imaginary passenger.
Same as you, she says. Nowhere.
She's already boring, so I stop imagining the girl and just watch the scenery slide by and don't think about Gaia.
Every few miles I have to slow down for some little town. Bay City. Maiden Rock. Stockholm. I guess there are towns like that all up and down the river, beads on a wet muddy chain. I suppose people have to live someplace--I mean, I grew up in Saint Andrew Valley, just another crappy little suburb.
Pepin. Nelson. Alma. I'm getting hungry and the Mustang is getting thirsty, so I stop at a Kwik Trip. I use my mom's Visa card to fill the tank, then go inside and grab a microwave burrito and a Dew. While the burrito is heating up, I look at a spinner rack of caps. Most of them are Green Bay Packers caps, but I find one with a John Deere logo. I like the way it looks, and it feels ironic: Dear John, only backward.
"What are all those signs I see?" I ask the guy behind the counter as he rings up my purchases. "The ones that say 'Great River Road.' "
"You're on it." He gestures proudly at the highway, as if he built it himself. "The Great River Road."
"What's so great about it?"
His smile fades a bit. "It's just what they call it."
"So it goes all the way down to the Gulf of Mexico?"
"There're a few twists and turns--it goes on both sides of the river--but yeah, I guess you could take it to the gulf. Never driven it myself. There's a map on the freebie rack." He points at a wire stand with all sorts of tourist info.
I grab a Great River Road map and a few random brochures on my way out.
Back in the Mustang, still sitting at the gas pump, I unwrap the burrito and take a bite. It could've used another twenty seconds in the microwave. I open the map and spread it across the steering wheel. There are dozens of red triangles marking "points of interest" along the river, all the way from northern Minnesota to Louisiana. I take another bite and chew slowly as I find Alma on the map. I follow the highway south with my eyes until I get to Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin. I close my eyes.
Just seeing the words "Prairie du Chien" makes me want to puke. I crumple the map with one hand and throw it into the backseat. I can hear myself breathing. Prairie du Chien Gaia. I'm not going there. No way am I going there.
I shove the rest of the burrito into my mouth. It's too much. I have to force swallow and wash it down with half the bottle of Dew.
A car horn blasts. A guy in the pickup truck behind me wants to pull up to the pump. The half-chewed burrito is still slowly descending my esophagus. I look back and give him the finger. He gets out of his truck, and he's huge. I start the car and screech out of the gas station. For the next couple miles I keep checking my rearview, expecting to see the big grill of the pickup bearing down on me, but I guess I'm not worth the trouble.
Twenty minutes later I hit Fountain City. I cross a bridge back to the Minnesota side and continue south, now with the river between me and Prairie du Chien.
Not thinking about Gaia, not thinking about Garf, not thinking about my dad.
Instead, I'm thinking about the moonfaced cop.
Excerpted from Road Tripped by Pete Hautman
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In this captivating story about loss, love, and changing your ways, National Book Award–winning author Pete Hautman imbues the classic road trip novel with clever wit and heartfelt musings about life and death.
Steven Gerald Gabel—a.k.a. Stiggy—needs to get out of Minnesota. His father recently took his own life, his mother is a shell of the person she used to be, and his sort-of-girlfriend ghosted him and skipped town. What does he have left to stick around for? Armed with his mom’s credit card and a tourist map of Great River Road, Stiggy sets off in his dad’s car.
The only problem is, life on his own isn’t exactly what he expected and, soon enough, he finds himself at a crossroads: keep running from his demons, or let them hitch a ride back home with him.