There's really no book I love more than We All Fall Down. I first read it almost ten years ago, I still keep my copy in my sock drawer and read it probably once a year. Robert Cormier's well known for his dark, depressing writing and unflinching look at everything wrong with human nature, but this book just affected me in a way his more well-known works, The Chocolate War and I am the Cheese, haven't, it's raw, intense, incredibly tragic.
From the first paragraph, Cormier creates a world that's both clinically brutal yet incredibly poignant. "They entered the house at 9:02 p.m. on the evening of April Fool's Day. In the next forty-nine minutes, they shit on the floors and pissed on the walls and trashed their way through the seven-room Cape Cod cottage ...." Needless to say, my first read through began in stunned silence. It's really a shame that Daring to Disturb the Universe, required reading for any Cormier fan by the way, only spends a few pages on this awesome book, but the one thing it really gets right is its explanation on how masterfully crafted, truly powerful that opening paragraph is. I don't think I have or will ever read anything so disturbing in its simplicity.
More than just the shock value, though there is plenty of that, We All Fall Down is a book that's all about shades of gray. Buddy Walker, one of the trashers, is one of the most seriously messed up protagonists I've ever read, but I could still tell he's looking for redemption despite his family and alcohol problems. Jane Jerome, whose family owns the house Buddy and his friends trashed, is haunted by that night, what happened to her sister, the effects on her family. So when Buddy and Jane meet, it's one of sweetest things I've ever read, because these are two seriously messed up people who just desperately need each other.
Even then, I just knew this wasn't going to end well, not when Jane finds out about what Buddy did. Not when the threat of the Avenger, the insane killer seeking to carry out his own twisted sense of justice, looms in the background. But in the meantime, Buddy shows he's not a totally irredeemable character, the way he treats Jane, giving up alcohol for her, his interactions with his sister, culminating in that awkward lunch with his ass of a father. It all makes Jane's discovery, cause obviously she does discover, all the more tragic.
And the ending. The ending killed me when I first read it. Utterly soul crushing. In a book about random acts of violence, yes there's more violence. Jane's destroyed. Buddy's destroyed. I'm destroyed by some of the most wrenching words put to paper, comparing love to pee stains on a wall. The final scene between Jane and Buddy is so terrible it taught me the five stages of grief, first denial at what I read, then anger at Cormier, than bargaining for a sequel, then depression at Buddy's loss, then acceptance at the turn of events. That's when I realized how incredible this book is.
Cormier excels at writing books so morally ambiguous, so psychologically compelling, so horrifically disturbing, they're going to stay with me for a lifetime. We All Fall Down most of all because of Jane and Buddy.