Actually 4.5...I think. Maybe somewhere between 4 and 4.5.
Okaaaaaaaaaaay.
This has probably got to be the hardest book to rate or review yet.
Because on one hand? I was really wary about this book. And reading it, there were definitely some things I did not agree with. (Global warming-enviro-crazy stuff for one, wacky religion-y things for another...And there was also some, well...you know. Sans-clothing moments.)
But on the other hand? There were typewriters and fountain pens, woods and thinking, and even a HOMESCHOOLER! Y'all, do you know when the last time I read a book with a homeschooler in it was? (I hope not, because I can't even remember. A while ago.)
...Okay, so yes, she was a creepy environmentalist homeschooler, just like the other one I read years ago was, but still.
One thing I do these days is fold down a page every time there's something on it that resonated with me, that I want to write down as a quote later. And by the end of this one, I had seven pages folded down. That's about how many I had from United We Spy and we all know how much I loved that one. So that's got to tell you something.
Also, I loved this narrator from the first page. He's not your ordinary guy. We get that right away. He starts telling us the story of how he ended up with this ancient typewriter and it's hilarious. I was snorting to myself with laughter. The old Vietnam war veteran who unloads it on Victor (main character) tells him, "...That's why I kept it around. Got a big story stuck in there, but I can't get it out. I'm too old."
He's quite the old guy, that's for sure.
Anyway, so Victor takes this huge heavy old typewriter home and tries to figure out what to do with it. He gets the idea to take it to his uncle's old abandoned cabin up in the woods, and that's that. He even tells the typewriter "it's the end of the line, buddy."
Then of course he goes and gets an idea from his former hippie mom's old book. Writing...ahem...naked. He's wondering what that means. Literal or no? So he shrugs and tries literal. He observes to us, "Have you ever been writing something when you just forgot where you were, and what time it was, and you kept diving down deeper into yours words? No, it's more like diving down through your words--past them, and way further down into someplace else. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you're literally naked or not, since the next thing is, you leave your body totally behind and just go off into your mind. A whole other part of your mind."
Right here I was saying, "YESSSSS." That is indeed what it feels like when I'm writing and I've hit on something, I can tell, and the words just spill out.
And so continues the story. Victor meets the homeschooler, the girl, Rose Anna. Quite the girl. Wait, I keep saying that...I guess all the characters were rather quirky. No wonder the book was so weird. Anyway, the two start to write together up at that cabin. Not saying anything. She sits there with her inherited fountain pen and trusty dog Dash, and he with his ROYAL typewriter. And when they finish writing for the day, they exchange their work and read the other person's. No comments allowed. Just reading.
Poor Victor sometimes hates that rule.
"Again, i was held back by the deal we made. i really wanted to talk about what Rose Anna had just written. But i needed to show her that i could keep my word, so i just looked up and said nothing.
'Keep my word' is such a strange expression. At first glance, it just means 'Be true to what you agreed on.' But it could also mean, 'Hold your words back.' Keep them in. Let your actions speak instead."
(Yes, he refers to himself with a little "i".) Isn't that just profound? There's a lot of that in this book. So much. And I guess that's the main reason this book got as high of a rating for me as it did. Somehow, despite everything I shook my head at, the story swept me along and made me think, and I love books that make me think.
This book is the story of a boy and a girl's journey. To learn about themselves, to question the world, and to trust someone else...to heal grief and guilt from far in the past. To see the world differently, like all writers learn.
I'll end with that quote. Victor's back visiting the Vietnam war man, who's asking him how that typewriter thing is coming.
"'Has it taught you to look at things different?' he asked.
i thought, How does he know about all that? But i didn't have to ask him, because he just nodded toward his house.
'I bounce around them four walls a lot, Victor. I write some letters, I keep in touch with people. Putting your thoughts on paper, it makes you stop and notice stuff. Kind of slows you down.'"
I don't know about you, but I think we all could benefit from a little slowing down and seeing things differently these days.