Adios, Nirvana
Adios, Nirvana
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Houghton Mifflin
Annotation: Since the death of his brother, Jonathan's been losing his grip on reality. Last year's Best Young Poet and gifted guitarist is now Taft High School's resident tortured artist, when he bothers to show up. He's on track to repeat eleventh grade, but his English teacher, his principal, and his crew of Thicks (who refuse to be seniors without him) won't sit back and let him fail.
 
Reviews: 6
Catalog Number: #6718039
Format: Paperback
Special Formats: High Low High Low
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Copyright Date: 2010
Edition Date: 2010 Release Date: 01/10/12
Pages: 235 pages
ISBN: 0-547-57725-7
ISBN 13: 978-0-547-57725-8
Dewey: Fic
Dimensions: 18 cm
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist

In the wake of his twin brother's death, Jonathan, a former star student, is facing the possibility of repeating his junior year. The only things standing between him and failure are his devoted best friends, an understanding principal named Gupti, and his English teacher. The assignments that will ensure his promotion? Attend class every day, help an 88-year-old WWII veteran write his memoir, and perform Gupti's favorite song, "Crossing the River Styx," at graduation. Wesselhoeft offers a psychologically complex debut that will intrigue heavy-metal aficionados and drama junkies alike. Peopled with the elderly and infirm, crazy parents, caring educators, and poignant teens trying desperately to overcome death's pull, it mixes real and fictional musicians and historical events to create a moving picture of struggling adolescents and the adults who reach out with helping hands. Darker and more complex than Jordan Sonnenblick's thematically similar Notes from the Midnight Driver (2006), Adios, Nirvana targets an audience of YAs who rarely see themselves in print.

Horn Book

After his brother's tragic death, once-promising student Jonathan is now in danger of failing. Jonathan sees loss and life anew when, in order to pass junior year, the principal forces him to help an elderly WWII veteran write his story. Compassionate characters and poignant human connections will reach teens; copious references to poetry and music will interest the artsy set.

Kirkus Reviews

Seattle high-school junior Jonathan's life has turned upside down since he won a major poetry contest shortly after his twin brother's death. His hedonistic mother, who works at the Bikini Bean Espresso Drive-Thru, and his Thicks (friends) all try to support him, but he's just careening through life, fueled by Red Bull and No-Doz. Jonathan fears sleep, when he's caught in the memories and music he shared with the brother. A bizarre intersection of amusingly oddball characters finds him earning cash by writing the biography of a Hospice patient whose life has been scarred by his experiences in World War II. In prose as overwrought as the protagonist, the first-person narration touches on poetry, truth, music, friends and death. The suicidal fears that are evident from the first page ratchet up the tension. Through a slam-bang climactic graduation ceremony that includes a priceless guitar, Eddie Vedder and King Kong, the appeal of the constant jitters and manic life finally fade. It's all kind of a mess, but at least it's a high-energy, appealing one. (Fiction. 14 & up)

Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

The grief that drives 16-year-old poet and musician Jonathan often clashes with the forced zaniness of the supporting cast in Wesselhoeft's moving but uneven debut. Since his twin brother, Telemachus, died, Jonathan has channeled his pain into award-winning poetry, but he is also on the verge of flunking out of school. His teachers give him one chance to make up for his missing work, on condition that he agree to perform his principal's favorite song at graduation and take on a job writing the biography of David, a dying WWII veteran. The improbable plot isn't helped by characters like Jonathan's negligent and offbeat mother, who works as a bikini-clad barista and plans to turn their house into a wedding chapel, or stereotypically goofy Alzheimer's patient Agnes, whose outbursts are too often played for humor instead of pathos. Jonathan's caffeine- and taurine-fueled writing sessions and his conversations with David offer closure to his grief and a lifeline back to normalcy. But Wesselhoeft's ability to deliver genuine emotion makes the book's inconsistencies that much more frustrating. Ages 14%E2%80%93up. (Oct.)

School Library Journal

Gr 10 Up-Jonathan isn't sure he can survive in the wake of his twin's death after being struck by a Seattle bus. Telly's guitar talent and magnetism have cast a shadow that's hard for the high school junior to get out from underhow can a lifelong duet turn solo? While hanging with his "Thicks," the tight circle of buddies he shared with his twin, he's focused on vodka-filled grapes, the immediacy of sensation, and an epic poem to his lost other half, but meanwhile he's dug himself a hole tough to climb out of in the remaining months of the school year. He has to use his own substantial talents as an award-winning poet to write the life story of a World War II vet dying in hospice and perform the principal's favorite song at graduation on a legendary guitar donated by rocker hero Eddie Vedder after Telly's death. What's more, his flaky mom bugs him to scrape and paint the house so that she can turn it into a wedding chapel. Through a scary lack of sleep and bursts of activity fueled by NoDoz and Red Bull, Jonathan grapples with finding his own singularity and sounds. By working with the blind veteran, whose story of loss resonates with and amplifies Jonathan's own survivor's guilt, he can better face his audience to perform with the grit of Telly's ashes sharing the limelight. Homage to poetry, music, friendship, and youth, this brash, hip story should attract its share of skater dudes and guitar jammers. Suzanne Gordon, Lanier High School, Sugar Hill, GA

Voice of Youth Advocates (Thu Apr 28 00:00:00 CDT 2022)

Jonathan is a depressed and cynical high school junior who lives with his mother in Seattle. He almost takes his own life while he grieves over the recent death of his twin brother, Telly. He cares little about things in life. His main support systems are a tight group of friends he has befriended since preschool, the Thicks; his guitars; a stimulant called Red Bull; and Vodka-filled frozen grapes. He writes poetry like the wind and plays a mean guitar. Jonathan’s mother is pretty nonconventional. By night she dances to earn money, but her dream is to perform weddings in a chapel. Jonathan’s father is long gone from his life, and Jonathan is in danger of repeating his junior year unless he complies with his principal’s demands. He must perform for the graduation audience in June and write a biography of an unsung World War II hero, David Cosgrove. The only problem is, David is an ailing, old blind man who resides inside a hospice. Can Jonathan fulfill this daunting request? What could Jonathan possibly have in common with David? Yet in the hospice, David has his own support system.

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Word Count: 49,423
Reading Level: 3.8
Interest Level: 9-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 3.8 / points: 7.0 / quiz: 140296 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:4.2 / points:14.0 / quiz:Q55955
Lexile: HL550L
Guided Reading Level: Z+
Fountas & Pinnell: Z+
Chapter 1"Hey, man, get down!""Dude, don’t be an idiot!"It’s my thicks calling to me. They’re standing just off the bridge, in the little park with the totem pole. The one that looks out over Elliott Bay and downtown Seattle.But tonight you can’t see a thing. Tonight, the world is a giant shaken snow globe. Big flakes tumbling down. The size of potato chips.In this city of eternal rain—snow! Once-a-decade snow. Maybe even once-a-century. It’s piling fast.We’ve been tossing frozen grapes at each other’s open orifices. Kyle is extremely good at this—can catch a grape in his mouth at fifty feet. So can Javon. They dart and dive and roll, catching nearly every grape despite the swirly snow and patchy street light.Nick and I pretty much suck.I dig the grapes out of the snow. Eat them.They are Mimi’s little specialty, cored and filled with vodka. One or two or ten don’t do much, but thirty or forty—whoa!Kyle lifted the whole bag from my freezer. I’ve had . . . god knows. I lost count a long time ago.And now I’m feeling it. All of it. I’m spinning. Delirious. A little sick.Plus, I gotta pee.I’m standing on the rail of the bridge, midspan, grasping the light pole.It’s an old concrete bridge. The rail is waist high and just wide enough for me to perch on without slipping, as long as I hold on to the light pole.I gaze up into the blazing industrial bulb. See the flakes lingering in the little upswirl. Below, the ground is bathed in perfect white darkness. It’s not all that far down, twenty or thirty feet. Just enough to break a few bones—or kill you. It looks like a soft pillow. Dimpled by shrubs and bushes."Dude, dude, dude . . .""What’re ya doin’, man?"I unzip and explode, blast a twelve-foot rope of steaming piss into the night.When you piss off a bridge into a snowstorm, it feels like you’re connecting with eternal things. Paying homage to something or someone. But who? The Druids? Walt Whitman? No, I pay homage to one person only, my brother, my twin.In life. In death.Telemachus.Footsteps crunch up behind me. I know it’s Nick—"Nick the Thick.""Hey, Jonathan." His voice is quiet. "C’mon down."Just then, my stomach churns. I tighten my grip on the light pole, lean out over the bridge. My guts geyser out of me. I taste the grapes, the soft bean burrito I had for lunch. The tots. The milk.Twisting and drooling, I see below that spring has bloomed on the snow-covered bushes. Color has returned to the azaleas. Another wave hits me. And another. All those damn grapes. And, god knows, more burrito and tots.Till I’m squeezed dry.Pulped out.Empty.I watch snowflakes cover my mess. It’s like we’re making a Mexican casserole together, the night and me. Night lays down the flour tortilla, I add the vegetable sauce.When I look around, Kyle and Javon are standing there, too.Kyle says, "If you break your neck, dude, I will never forgive you."Javon says, "Already lost one of you. Get your ass down, or I’ll drag it down."It hurts. They are my oldest friends, my thicks.And thickness is forever.But somewhere in that snowy world below, Telemachus waits.I loosen my grip on the light pole."Hey!" they shout. "HEY!"My frozen fingers slip. Their panicky hands lunge for me.But I’m too far gone.I’m falling . . . falling. There’s ecstasy and freedom here. Somehow I flip onto my back, wing my arms, Jesus-like, and wait for my quilty azalea bed to cradle me. And my Mexican casserole to warm me.I fall, fall, fall into the snowy night.Thinking of my brother.Thinking of Telemachus.

Excerpted from Adios, Nirvana by Conrad Wesselhoeft
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    When you piss off a bridge into a snowstorm, it feels like you’re connecting with eternal things. Paying homage to something or someone. But who? The Druids? Walt Whitman? No, I pay homage to one person only, my brother, my twin.
       In life. In death.
       Telemachus.

Since the death of his brother, Jonathan’s been losing his grip on reality. Last year’s Best Young Poet and gifted guitarist is now Taft High School’s resident tortured artist, when he bothers to show up. He's on track to repeat eleventh grade, but his English teacher, his principal, and his crew of Thicks (who refuse to be seniors without him) won’t sit back and let him fail.


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