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Uncles. Fiction.
Fighting (Psychology). Fiction.
Emotional problems. Fiction.
Criminals. Fiction.
Starred Review Ever since he turned 12-and-a-half, Wyatt has been on the road with his cool uncle Spade, who lives by his wits and has a different "ladyfriend" in every new town they visit. For six years his uncle's Chevy "was my house," Wyatt tells the reader, and "all his ladyfriends was my mom." It's Spade's idea that Wyatt, who is unusually tall and strong, should start bare-knuckle fighting for money, and the boy, heartbreakingly eager to please, complies, winning fight after fight . . . until the last one. Oaks' first novel is a breathtaking debut with an unforgettable protagonist, a boy who may claim he hates the word love but is nonetheless desperately in search of it and of himself. The voice Oaks has created for Wyatt to tell his painful and poignant story is a wonderful combination of the unlettered and the eloquent. One example, his description of Spade: "I looked at him real good: his skin like a greasy diner, his black eyes like spiders in holes, his body like a starved bird." Will Wyatt ever find himself? Readers who meet him will care desperately about the answer.
Horn Book (Sat Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2009)The daughter of the American ambassador to Ethiopia, Lucy longs to explore the country. After she is kidnapped, Lucy turns to her knowledge of the Ethiopian landscape and wildlife to make her way home. The book is dramatic and informative, but the facts often weigh on the narrative and Lucy's survival in the wilderness (though based on a true story) strains credibility.
Kirkus ReviewsWyatt Reaves, 12 years old at the beginning of this troubling story, relates his teen years, spent manipulated by an adult who lacks a moral compass. From the novel's beginning and for the next six years, he is the unlikely companion of his Uncle Spade, a grifter, womanizer and salesman with an eye for a quick buck. Wyatt, slow on the uptake, has trouble remembering what day it is but always knows the month and year. He grows into a huge physical presence, but is emotionally just a kid. What he can do is fight ferociously if insulted, comparing himself to the Incredible Hulk. Spade and Wyatt hit the road, collecting cash bets while promoting Wyatt as a bare-knuckle boxer. Wyatt tells readers he's "only killed 3 times in my life." Dialogue without quotation marks gives this story a movie-script feel and pulls readers into Wyatt's confusion. Disturbing scenes of cleaning fish, killing tadpoles and violent brawls pitted against adults mark this work suitable for male reluctant readers who lean toward bloody violence . (Fiction. YA)
School Library Journal (Wed Jul 01 00:00:00 CDT 2009)Gr 9 Up-Wyatt Reaves opens his soul to an unnamed stranger on a bus taking him away from his bleak past and negligent parents, Fever and Ma. When he was 12, he burned down his family home. For the next five years, he is taken on a circuitous road trip by Uncle Spade, Fevers brother, an unscrupulous, hard-drinking traveling salesman with girlfriends in several locales. Stopping in Arkansas, Wyatt makes friends with Clark, a small, bespectacled boy. Together they invent a game of cruelty to polliwogs, but soon the beat-up Chevy is back on the road heading wherever Spades shady deals take them. Wyatts height and developing musculature belie the fearful, lost child inside, who is unable to cry. His thwarted emotions coalesce into an intense rage that is often violent and out of control. Spade eagerly becomes Wyatts manager, coaching him, sending him on long beer runs, and collecting the cold cash flowing from Wyatts dominance as a fist-fighter. They stop to visit one of Spades girlfriends, whose kindness touches Wyatt, but things go badly when Spade batters her on her front lawn, and Wyatt begins to question his own sanity when he feels a compulsion to go and kill his one friend, Clark. He demands to return to Fever and Ma, a move that only confirms the harm and hurt of a family culture laced with vulgarity, mockery, and insults. Characterizations are strong in this searing, yet affirming first novel of a young man determined to define himself and make a new life. Susan W. Hunter, Riverside Middle School, Springfield, VT
Voice of Youth AdvocatesOn his half birthday, twelve-year-old Wyatt finds himself homeless and in a shelter, no shoes on his feet, and his parents screaming threats at him through the door of a social workerÆs office. His Uncle Spade shows up like some cool guardian angel with a muscle car and whisks him off to a life of adventure on the road. Spade is a traveling salesman of dubious moral character, selling merchandise of questionable provenance. He is woefully unprepared to meet the developmental needs of a child, yet he is a considerable step up from WyattÆs birth parents. Spade is a hustler and soon learns how to exploit Wyatt, turning him into a successful bare-knuckle fighter. Together they crisscross the country like characters in a violent, dysfunctional-family/buddy film. Wyatt keeps fighting and winning, and he tries to raise himself, with occasional input from one of his uncleÆs ôgirlfriends.ö Using first-person narrative and the fractured grammar of an undereducated teen, Oaks puts readers inside WyattÆs head. He is a troubled youth being raised by little better than wolves. The fighting is a fairly obvious metaphor for WyattÆs hardscrabble journey from victim to victor but will engage male readers. The story succeeds because of WyattÆs voice, capturing all his vulnerable, messy humanity. This novel is a tough-guyÆs coming-of-age story, and its brief length will likely appeal to reluctant readers. Librarians should be aware that the book references violence, drugs, and alcohol and includes a scene in a GentlemanÆs Club.ùAmy Fiske.
Starred Review ALA Booklist (Wed Apr 01 00:00:00 CDT 2009)
ALA/YALSA Best Book For Young Adults
Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
Horn Book (Sat Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2009)
Kirkus Reviews
School Library Journal (Wed Jul 01 00:00:00 CDT 2009)
Voice of Youth Advocates
Wilson's High School Catalog
DON'T CALL ME KIDDO.
I REALLY hate it. People been calling me that way too long. Fever and Ma and Uncle Spade all call me kiddo, and it makes me crazy. See how I ain't smiling? People who know me, know that means trouble. Oh man. Look at me, all wet and shaking and messed up -- JEEZ, and blood on my fist. I ain't a good guy. Even my own ma says that. I just left her and Fever again, but I ain't never going back.
Gosh, my knuckles hurt. Look, I can't barely make a fist. I'm used to the pain, but this hurts different. I been bare-fist fighting a long time now and I know how to keep from busting my bones or shattering my wrist. Learned the hard way. I've cracked a bunch of ribs and fractured my eye socket in a few spots. Can't count how many times my nose has been snapped. But believe me, I done some damage too, sent guys to the hospital a bunch. I was real good at winning. So what I'm saying is, I don't care that my fist hurts. What's peeving me is this dried blood on my knuckles. Listen, soon I'm going to need some ice for this swelling.
See, Fever and me, we'd got this parking lot together. We planned it and bought it and built it together, him and me. Used most of my leftover fight money. It was a big deal, us two working together after me being away almost six years. And tonight was opening night, but junk went wrong. This is Fever's blood on my knuckles. He got me so peeved I popped him in the face. I usually got better control than that. I gotta calm down now. Take a deep breath.
What happened was, back on my twelve-and-a-half birthday, we was suddenly homeless and got put in the Downtown City Shelter. I didn't got no shoes and my feet were real cold and real dirty, so this super-nice social-worker lady, she tried to find me sneakers that'd fit, which ain't easy. Me being already six foot tall with my feet as big then as they are now. I rubbed them while I waited, locked in that old lady's office, listening to Ma stomp around outside the door and wail about how she wanted to kill herself. Fever hollered too. Pounded on the door, saying, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, WYATT! Made me smile, knowing they were finally thinking about me. Fever hollered at all the city workers how he wanted to kill me. Those workers gave them both pills to quiet down, then put them in locked rooms. Later, even though I still didn't got no shoes, I took some of those pills too. And when I woke up, there my uncle was, kneeling by my cot, whispering:
-- Come on, kiddo, let's get you out of here. You're coming with me.
Copyright © 2009 by Jeffrey Adams Oaks
Excerpted from Why I Fight by J. Adams Oaks
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Left alone for days on end, twelve-and-a-half-year-old Wyatt Reaves burns down the family house. His parents lose everything, but Wyatt’s favorite uncle, Spade, whisks him away to “safety.” Spade sees potential in the boy—to earn money—in the bare-fist fight racket. As the two travel across America for the next six years, living off Wyatt’s earnings and the goodness of ladyfriends, Wyatt begins to search for who he really is . . . and to realize who he isn’t.