Charm & Strange

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The 2014 Winner of the William C. Morris Award

 

When you’ve been kept caged in the dark, it’s impossible to see the forest for the trees. It’s impossible to see anything, really. Not without bars . . .

 In Stephanie Kuehn's brilliant debut Charm & Strange, Andrew Winston Winters is at war with himself.  

No one really knows who Andrew Winston Winters is. Least of all himself. He ...

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Overview

The 2014 Winner of the William C. Morris Award

 

When you’ve been kept caged in the dark, it’s impossible to see the forest for the trees. It’s impossible to see anything, really. Not without bars . . .

 In Stephanie Kuehn's brilliant debut Charm & Strange, Andrew Winston Winters is at war with himself.  

No one really knows who Andrew Winston Winters is. Least of all himself. He is part Win, a lonely teenager exiled to a remote boarding school in the wake of a family tragedy. The guy who shuts the whole world out, no matter the cost, because his darkest fear is of himself. But he’s also part Drew, the angry boy with violent impulses that control him. The boy who, one fateful summer, was part of something so terrible it came close to destroying him.

Sensitive, yet confronting. Unsettling . . . and utterly enthralling. Unlike anything you will have read before.

Winner of the 2014 William C. Morris Award

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"[a] taut psychological thriller...difficult to put down."—Horn Book magazine

 

“A high-powered voice rich in charismatic style and emotional intensity illuminates this ambitious debut.”—Kirkus reviews

 

"Kuehn absolutely nails the voice and keeps us on constant edge."—Booklist

 

"Twisted, and twisting. Relentlessly compelling. Lush storytelling. A must-read." —Ellen Hopkins, New York Times bestselling author of Triangles, Fallout and Tricks

 

"...haunting...Charm & Strange is a shocker of a page-turner that unravels brilliantly from both ends." —Lisa McMann, New York Times Bestselling author of Dead to You

 

"Charm and Strange is a story of blood and family and the animal inside—and it’s ferociously real. " — Blythe Woolston, author of Catch & Release

Publishers Weekly
Kuehn's philosophical and emotionally raw debut probes the murky circumstances surrounding a damaged boy's sense of estrangement. Sixteen-year-old Winston has been isolated at a boarding school in Vermont since age 12, and his violent behavior is becoming increasingly difficult for him to control or remember. After a local is killed in the woods, Win suspects himself and worries about who else he'll hurt—and, more importantly, why? While Win has mastered the arts of intimidation, athleticism, and arrogance, he also hurts himself and continues to suffer the loss of two siblings. As the narrative shifts between the present and Win's past reflections on his childhood, he emerges as a complex, deeply conflicted character. A compassionate transfer student urges him to uncover the truth in his past and to finally seek help. The caustic voice, mysteries surrounding Win, and pervasive sense of dread should have readers racing to the end as Kuehn constructs a persuasive portrait of the lasting effects of trauma—namely, the ways it can result in a profound disassociation from reality. Ages 13–up. Agent: Michael Bourret, Dystel & Goderich Literary Management. (June)
School Library Journal
10/01/2013
Gr 8 Up—The dark and twisted heart of this YA novel unfolds slowly, every chapter revealing a hint of the terrible secret that holds Andrew Winston Winters deep in its painful grip. The narrative toggles between the present, as Win, a surly Vermont boarding-school student (chapters titled "matter"), and flashbacks to his past as Drew, the middle child between his sensitive older brother and doting younger sister (chapters titled "antimatter"). Kuehn's descriptions of the boy's violent impulses, confusion, and coping strategies are taut and precise. Although it is hard for readers to get a firm hold on his state of mind and character (since there is so much that he is hiding from himself), the other characters, although painted in broad strokes, are fascinating, and readers will be intrigued to find out more about them and how they relate to Andrew and to one another. There's Lex, Andrew's best friend turned enemy at boarding school; Keith, Andrew's protective older brother; and even Andrew's provocative Boston cousins, who seem to have played a role in the unfolding mystery behind his taciturn veneer. Teens who enjoy their novels with a shovelful of gritty realism will find this enigmatic novel gripping. And the shock of realization at the end, when everything clicks into place, is palpable.—Evelyn Khoo Schwartz, Georgetown Day School, Washington, DC
Kirkus Reviews
From his opening announcement, "I don't feel the presence of God here," Andrew Winston Winters pulls readers into his story, alternating between his desperate life at an upscale Vermont boarding school and his grim, shadowed Virginia childhood. Present-day Win is smart, competitive and untrusting, estranged from his former roommate, Lex, his one ally and defender. The reasons for Win's self-loathing and keyed-up anxiety won't be fully revealed until story's end. What exactly does he expect to happen during the full moon? Why has he fallen out with Lex? Win's privileged childhood, when he was known as Drew, is another mystery. A violent child prone to motion sickness, his unvarnished self-portrait contains big gaps. What's happened to Keith, Win's gentle older brother, and Siobhan, their beloved younger sister? Kuehn unwinds her story like a cat toy, teasing readers. Only when all the pieces are fit into the puzzle will the mystery at its heart become clear. How the horrific secrets Win's been hoarding have shaped his past and explain his present crisis dominates the narrative. Timing--why he's experiencing his crisis and the choices flowing from it, now--gets less attention, leaving unanswered questions. A high-powered voice rich in charismatic style and emotional intensity illuminates this ambitious debut that doesn't quite live up to its potential. (Fiction. 13 & up)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250049179
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 6/10/2014
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 291,099
  • Age range: 13 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.54 (w) x 8.19 (h) x 0.62 (d)

Meet the Author

STEPHANIE KUEHN holds degrees in linguistics and sport psychology, and is currently working toward a doctorate in clinical psychology. Charm & Strange is her debut novel. She lives in Northern California with her husband, their three children, and a joyful abundance of pets. When she’s not writing, she’s running. Or reading. Or dreaming.  

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matter

I don’t feel the presence of God here.

I pace along the far side of the river, my ears filled with the hum of cicadas and the roar of water flowing over the milldam. Vermont is postcard perfect. I could stand on my toes and peer over the current and the cattails and see the whole town spread before me. Green-shuttered houses. The cobblestone square. The church spire. The boarding school.

But I don’t.

I crave the illusion of solitude.

The dark-haired girl, who looks like a boy, watches me from the woods. She’s hunkered down in a birch thicket with bare legs and discerning eyes. I know what she saw and I don’t want her to talk to me, but she’ll try. I’m sure of this. She mistakes my distance for mystery, and she wants to know why I do the things I do.

My sister was the same way. She thought there was a reason for everything.

Me? I don’t think there’s a reason for anything.

Not anymore.

*   *   *

Seven years ago, I strode onto the local country club court beneath a punishing Charlottesville sun like a mini Roger Federer. I had the headband. The tennis whites. The killer instinct.

I was nine.

My opponent was Soren Nichols, a nobody compared to me, top seed in the U10 bracket. But I was off my game, got in trouble early. Soren, who had a decent serve and quick feet, easily took advantage of my unforced errors and double faults.

It didn’t take long. I didn’t know how to come from behind. I lost in straight sets in front of the home crowd. Without so much as a glance in the direction of my parents or my coach, I stalked to the net and reached across to shake Soren’s hand.

“Good game,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Thanks, Drew. You too.” He had a sheepish grin and southern drawl.

Something dark roiled in my gut. A subterranean shift.

No, that was not a good game. Not for me.

People got to their feet between matches, milling across the court, the club grounds. I trailed Soren as his mother hugged him and his father clapped his back. Then I slipped into the narrow alley that ran back toward the clubhouse and waited in the shadows beneath the grandstand.

When he passed by, I stepped onto the walkway. No one could see us.

“Hey,” I said softly.

Soren turned. I took my racket, reached behind me, and cracked it full force across the side of his face. Then I jumped back and gave a little yell of surprise. Like I didn’t know what had happened.

That’s exactly what I told everyone when I ran for help. I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t know how he got hurt. I was running. Maybe I slipped. Maybe he fell. I don’t know.

I shook with shame, not regret. Soren was out cold. When he first came to, he really didn’t know. All that swelling. The blood.

An ambulance came. Then a cop car.

When pressed harder about it, I cried. A lot.

Howled, really.

*   *   *

“Why’d you let them do that?” the girl asks as she crawls from the bushes. She holds the headphones of her mp3 player carefully in one hand. Her hair’s so short, it’s practically a Caesar cut, but she still has to brush dirt and leaves out of it now that she’s standing in the open.

I edge away from her. Play dumb. Yeah, I know she’s a transfer student, and sure, we have a class together and she just joined the cross-country team, but it’s not like any of that means I want to have an actual conversation with her. Why would I? No one around here ever talks to me without reason.

None of them good.

“Do what?” I ask cautiously.

“Let them get away with pushing you while you were … you know.” She points to my leg. It’s soaked with piss—my own, courtesy of two classmates who decided to assault me on their way back to campus. And no, I didn’t fight back. I never do. That wouldn’t be fair.

Besides, there’s not a lot you can do when somebody punches you midstream.

The girl clears her throat. She’s waiting for my answer, but I step up my playing-dumb game by saying nothing.

She frowns. “So you’re just cool with being treated like that?”

Like what? I wonder, but give a careless shrug. “Kind of looks that way.”

There’s silence and squinting. Her ears aren’t even pierced and she’s wearing oversized athletic shorts that look cheap, like something you’d find in the clearance aisle at CVS. They drape past her knees and bear the silver-and-black logo of some professional sports team. Her whole look is at odds with the rest of the girls around here, who like to show off as much skin as possible, every inch of them tanned, coltish, and prep school sleek. This girl is different. This girl is forgettable.

She speaks again. “You really okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just, you seem, I don’t know, sort of strange.”

I nod and run a hand through my hair. I’m not wondering anything anymore. I don’t want to know what she’s thinking.

“I’m fine,” I mutter.

“So where’re you from? I don’t recognize your accent.”

My chest tightens, making it hard for me to breathe. Why, oh, why isn’t she leaving? She should, because I can be cold. I can be a lot of things. But she’s new, lonely. Maybe she thinks she’s found a kindred spirit. “Virginia,” I say finally. “But I’ve been going to school in New England since I was twelve, so my formative years have been spent here.”

Her jaw drops. “You’ve been in boarding school since you were twelve?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you miss your family?”

“No,” I say evenly. “I don’t.”

“Oh.”

I stare at her. Hard. Her own accent rings strange to my ear, but you don’t see me asking where she’s from or what her family’s like. “So why were you spying on me?”

“I wasn’t spying!”

“You weren’t?”

“No!” she says, and the red blossoming beneath her olive skin pleases me.

I did that.

But the girl keeps going. “I was—I’m supposed to be checking the snake traps and making sure there’re enough water chestnuts in the back pond for the ecology class. It’s part of my work-study hours. But it’s sort of scary out here after, you know, what happened.” She shudders. “Look, I heard a noise. It freaked me out, so I hid. Then I saw you and those guys.…”

Her head tilts back. The hazy afternoon sun slides from behind a cloud and strikes her eyes so that I can no longer look directly at her. I glance at my filthy leg instead.

“Aren’t you the guy who gets carsick?” she asks.

My shoulders twitch. “Excuse me?”

“On the bus, on the way to the Danby meet, last Wednesday. You had all sorts of patches and wristbands on. You looked like a mummy.”

“Like a mummy? Really? That’s charming. Thank you.”

More red blooms. A full bouquet. “I—I didn’t mean … well, couldn’t you just take medicine or something?”

No, I think.

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t know. It just looked kind of ridiculous and like a lot of trouble—”

I cock an eyebrow at her. “I won, didn’t I?”

She sighs. I doubt she likes how this is going any more than I do. “Well, now you know why I was hiding in the bushes. What are you doing all the way out here?”

All the way. There’s a longing in her voice. Her brown-eyed gaze flicks across the snaking river. We’re a good mile from the covered bridge leading back to school grounds. Two miles from the row of white clapboard dorms.

She doesn’t trust me.

Good.

It’s better that way.

“I think you’ve got a handle on what I was doing,” I tell her. “Seeing as you were watching me and all.”

This helps. She puts her hands on those narrow hips, trying to look tough, and I know she’s pissed, but come on. The laws of nature don’t work like that. I’m a foot taller than her.

Among other things.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “It won’t happen again. You’re not that interesting.”

“Agreed.”

She stomps onto the trail a few yards away, small legs so close to breaking into a run. The need to flee is held captive in every muscle. But she gives me one more glance.

“Hey, Win?” she asks.

Don’t. Please don’t say my name. You have no idea who I really am.

“Yeah?”

“What’re you going to do now?”

“I was thinking about washing my leg off in the river.”

She snorts.

“What?” I ask.

“It’s like you don’t even care someone was killed out here.”

I do the shrug thing again because she’s right. It’s like I don’t care. But she’s also wrong, because I do.

 

Copyright © 2013 by Stephanie Kuehn

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2013

    Wow...this book FOLLOWED me when I wasn't reading it. Not litera

    Wow...this book FOLLOWED me when I wasn't reading it. Not literally, of course, but Win is the type of character that's so achingly real, I kept wanting to return to his story. When I finished late at night, I couldn't sleep because I was still thinking about Win. This book is unsettling and beautiful at the same time, and will probably find itself on my list of re-reads. I don't want to say too much about Charm & Strange and ruin all of the revelations for the reader, but don't miss this book .

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 5, 2014

    Keuhn Expertly Conveys Ugly Circumstances Without the Ugly Graph

    Keuhn Expertly Conveys Ugly Circumstances Without the Ugly Graphic Details

    Maybe it’s because I have a darkness inside me, but I’ve been pleased to find books that deal with tough issues such as the ones found in Charm & Strange. Authors are becoming fearless and giving voice to everything from depression to abuse. I wish these books had been around when I was a teenager. They would have comforted me during times when I didn’t understand what was happening.

    A bevy of emotions followed me as I read Charm & Strange. The first few chapters instilled a fear of a hokey ending and I prepared myself to be disappointed. But as the story unfolded and clues began to worm their way into my mind a knot formed in my chest. Disgust and dismay strangled my heart and I couldn’t stop reading. I had to know the outcome and I wanted it to be positive because if it wasn’t my heart would continue to be squeezed.

    Stephanie Keuhn writes fluidly with no superfluous content. The story is paced in a manner that leaves you breathless and the major plot points fall like dominoes. The characters are three-dimensional. I could imagine myself talking with them, getting to know them outside the pages of the book.

    Drew/Win’s struggle is heartbreaking. Part of me wanted a hokey ending, because that would mean he hadn’t endured such pain and confusion. His battle is against an enemy he doesn’t understand and his strategies leave him vulnerable. Isolating himself isn’t just self-preservation, he truly believes he is protecting those around him.

    Although the crux of the story emerges from very ugly circumstances, Keuhn manages to convey that ugliness without becoming graphic. To me, that takes talent. And a lot of class. I loved this book and at the same time was disgusted by its morally revolting nucleus. I highly recommend it, but don’t pick it up thinking it will be a quick, light read. You’ll be blindsided and disillusioned if you do.

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  • Posted September 21, 2013

    This is a tale of 16 year old Win/Drew coming to terms with his

    This is a tale of 16 year old Win/Drew coming to terms with his inner wolf or past. Along the way, we, and eventually he, come to realize despite his attempts at thwarting friendship, he does have friends who will help him with his troubles.

    The story alternates between past and present frequently, which may be daunting for some readers/writers/formats; however, in this book, if flows quite fluidly. The characters and story and multi-layered. Emotional and scenic descriptions are lush and vivid.

    Overall an intense read.

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