How Angel Peterson Got His Name: And Other Outrageous Tales about Extreme Sports

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Author Gary Paulsen relates tales from his youth in a small town in northwestern Minnesota in the late 1940s and early 1950s, such as skiing behind a souped-up car and imitating daredevil Evel Knievel.

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Overview

Author Gary Paulsen relates tales from his youth in a small town in northwestern Minnesota in the late 1940s and early 1950s, such as skiing behind a souped-up car and imitating daredevil Evel Knievel.

Author Gary Paulsen relates tales from his youth in a small town in northwestern Minnesota in the late 1940s and early 1950s, such as skiing behind a souped-up car and imitating daredevil Evel Knievel.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Paulsen once again reaches back to his northern Minnesota boyhood to recount his and his pals' attempt to pull off stunts that live up to their billing as "outrageous" and "extreme," even by today's standards. According to PW, "This collection will likely hook adults as much as young readers." Ages 10-up. (Sept.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
Humor comes to short novels in Paulsen's book, which is dedicated to "all boys in their thirteenth year; the miracle is that we live through it." In his prologue he remembers a conversation with his son after the boy has experimented with peeing on electric fences. When his son asks if he'll ever stop doing things like this, Paulsen shakes his head and answers, "It's the way we are." These are stories of the early days of extreme sports which he notes were different because "we were quite a bit dumber then" and "there wasn't any safety gear." With rollicking good humor we hear stories of boys who dare. There's Carl Peterson, determined to set a speed skiing record behind a fast-moving '39 Ford sedan. Armed with WWII gear from the army surplus store, he zooms through too much snow until at last he hits a ditch and his buddies find him with snow "packed into every opening and crevice of his clothes and his body." Shy Orvis Orvisen loses his senses impressing a girl and is determined to remain in a wrestling ring with an enormous bear! Paulsen's stories show that boys will always be boys because hormones will always be hormones. Thank goodness they can count on Paulsen for humor and reassurance about the prevalence of this condition! 2003, Random House, Ages 10 up.
— Susie Wilde
VOYA
This quick read features nostalgic true stories about Paulsen at the age of thirteen, as he and his friends undertake a series of ill-advised stunts, insisting that they are driven by a "thirst for scientific knowledge." This thirst is more accurately described as the recklessness and sense of immortality common to many thirteen-year-old boys. The title story documents their attempt to break the world record for speed on skis, while being towed behind a souped-up car driven by the toughest kid in town. They later inadvertently hang glide with Army surplus target kites, and the unfortunately named Orvis Orvison wrestles a live bear at a carnival, driven by that powerful force in a young boy's life-showing off for girls. These true stories are appealing, if brief and light. They would make excellent read-alouds or serve as the basis for introducing storytelling. This book is an excellent companion to Paulsen's several recent autobiographies for young adults, particularly Guts: The True Stories Behind Hatchet and the Brian Books (Random House, 2001/VOYA June 2001) and My Life in Dog Years (Delacorte, 1998/VOYA April 1998). Although the book is set in the early fifties, the experiences are so universal to teen boys that they do not seem dated. The promise of the subtitle is delivered in a rollicking and memorable fashion. This book would appeal to reluctant readers, both in its brevity and the exciting content. VOYA Codes: 3Q 3P M J S (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2003, Wendy Lamb Books/Random House, 160p,
— Sherrie Williams
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Paulsen accounts for his 13th year "of wonderful madness" when he and his friends tried to shoot a waterfall in a barrel, break the world record for speed on skis, hang glide with an Army surplus parachute, and perform other daredevilish stunts. Readers will be drawn to the term "extreme sports" but the story is more accurately one generation's version of homemade fun in the days following the Korean War when "radio was king" and the great outdoors served as the playground. Like much of his autobiographical fiction, these sketches are more episodic than plot driven. Paulsen exhibits a wry sense of humor and storytelling ability as if he were sitting on a country porch with eager listeners at his knee. In one chapter, a friend borrowed a quarter to wrestle a bear at the carnival to get the attention of a girl, only to be swept out of the ring by a giant paw, like "a hockey puck with legs." The stories are fresh and lively and will especially appeal to reluctant middle-grade readers.-Vicki Reutter, Cazenovia High School, NY Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Dedicated to all 13-year-old boys ("The miracle is that we live through it"), Paulsen’s latest collection of possibly autobiographical anecdotes, his most hilarious yet, celebrates that innate impulse to try really stupid stunts, just to see what happens. What sort of bad ideas can a group of lads in a small Minnesota town come up with? "Angel" Peterson ties himself, on skis, to a fast car, earning his sobriquet after claiming to hear angels singing "Your Cheatin’ Heart" when the attempt goes disastrously awry. Because some girls are watching, Orvis Orvisen goes toe to toe with a live sideshow bear; others try various primitive, ill-considered forms of hang-gliding, bicycle-jumping, and skateboarding, capped by a sidesplitting outtake from the author’s Harris and Me (1993), featuring a wildly misguided attempt at bungee-jumping. Related with the author’s customary matter-of-fact tone and keen comic timing, these episodes will not only keep young readers, of both sexes, in stitches, they’re made to order for reading aloud. (Biography. 10-12)
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“These episodes will not only keep young readers, of both sexes, in stitches, they’re made to order for reading aloud.”—Kirkus Reviews, Starred

“The stories are fresh and lively and will especially appeal to reluctant middle-grade readers.”—School Library Journal, Starred

“This collection will likely hook adults as much as young readers.”—Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385729499
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 1/14/2003
  • Pages: 128
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 1180L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.69 (h) x 0.55 (d)

Meet the Author

Gary Paulsen is the distinguished author of many critically acclaimed books for young people. His most recent books are The Glass Café and Brian’s Hunt.

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1

How Angel Peterson

Got His Name

He is as old as me and that means he has had a life, has raised children and made a career and succeeded and maybe failed a few times and can look back on things, on old memories.

Carl Peterson—that's the name his mother and father gave him, but from the age of thirteen and for the rest of his life not a soul, not his wife or children or any friend has ever known him by that name.

He is always called Angel.

Angel Peterson, and I was there when he got his name.

We lived in northwestern Minnesota, up near the Canadian border and not far from the eastern border of North Dakota. The area is mostly cleared now and almost all farmland, but in the late forties and early fifties it was thickly forested and covered with small lakes and was perhaps the best hunting and fishing country in the world, absolutely crawling with fish and game. My friends and I spent most of our time in the woods, hunting, fishing or just camping, but we lived in town and had town lives as well.

Because the area was so remote, many farms still did not have electricity, nearly none had phones and the rare ones that did were on party lines, with all users on the same line so that anybody could listen in to anybody else (called rubbernecking.) Individual phones were identified by the rings: two longs and a short ring would be one farm, two shorts and a long another farm and so forth. You would call somebody on a separate line by hand cranking a ringer on the side of your phone for the operator—one very long ring—and when she came on (it was always a woman) you would ask her to place your call, as in "Alice, I would like to talk to the Sunveldt farm over by Middle River," and the operator would ring them for you. Anybody on your own party line you would call by simply cranking their ring (my grandmother was a short, a long and a short).

In town we had private phones, with a clunky dial system that didn't always work, and that was about it.

There was—this is important—no television. There were just two channels in the major cities on the East and West Coasts. Almost nobody in town had a set. A TV set at that time was a huge buzzing, hissing black-and-white monster that had the added benefit of being dangerous. The coating on the inside of the picture tube required no less than forty-two thousand volts to operate, an amount that could easily kill fifteen or twenty horses. When television finally did come to the small towns up in Minnesota many a cat was turned into something close to a six-hundred-watt lightbulb by sticking his nose back in the power supply area of a console television set, trying to investigate the little crackling sounds and blue glow that came out of the ventilation holes. On his twelfth birthday, my pal Wayne Halverson licked the end of his finger and stuck it near the ventilation panel on his family's new RCA set. (Even though there was no television station programming to watch for nearly two more years they used it for a conversation piece and a place to put their bowling trophies, but my grandmother said the Halversons had always put on airs ever since Dewey, who was Wayne's great-great-grandfather, was kicked in the head by a workhorse and found that he could do accounting.)

Wayne never actually touched the top of the main rectifier tube and so didn't get the full jolt, which would have cooked him on the spot, but it arced over to his finger and a lesser charge, say enough to light two or three single-family dwellings for a week or so, slammed him back into the wall and left him unconscious for several minutes. He later claimed that the incident was what made him the only one in our group who could actually talk to girls.

Radio was king and every Sunday night we would go to the Texaco station where Archie Swenson worked and listen to Gunsmoke on the radio. Matt Dillon (played by William Conrad in the radio version) would say things like "I'm marshal of Dodge City, Kansas. It's a chancy kind of job and makes a man watchful and a little bit lonely but somebody has to do it." Archie let us buy bottles of Coca-Cola for a nickel and bags of peanuts to put in the Cokes for another nickel and sit and listen to the radio as long as we didn't bother him at work and most especially if we didn't bother him if any older high school girls came by for gas or just to flirt with him. We were all twelve and thirteen and in Archie's world not quite human.

Archie was very, very cool. He was sixteen and had a perfect ducktail haircut and worked at the Texaco station full-time because he'd dropped out of school. He wore Levi's pulled so low that if he hadn't worn a T-shirt tucked in you would have seen the crack in his butt. He smoked and kept a pack of cigarettes rolled into the sleeve of his T-shirt and as boys we worshiped him, and also, much more important for the story of Angel Peterson, Archie had a car.

For the times, it was a very hot car. It was a '39 Ford sedan with an original V-8 engine and even though it was well over ten years old, with years of rough use during the Second World War, when small-town cars had to double as trucks and sometimes even tractors, even so it was a fast car. But more, Archie had "done things" to the car to make it faster. We were too ignorant to know how, but we were sure he had chopped this or enlarged that or channeled here and ported there to make it more powerful, and V-8 Fords were known for their speed. Some could do well over eighty miles an hour. We had read about some hot rods that would do a hundred miles an hour but dizzying speeds like that were usually only achieved on racetracks. Archie's car was also cool because he had a knob on the steering wheel that was made of clear Plexiglas and had a picture of a partially nude woman imbedded in it.

Two more things have to be understood about those long-ago times before the stage is finally set for Angel.

First, that part of northern Minnesota is completely and unbelievably flat. During successive ice ages, it was scoured flat by glaciers bulldozing their way south. When the glaciers melted, the land became an enormous inland freshwater sea called Lake Agassiz, which later receded to form the Great Lakes.

The land is so flat that if you cut down the trees and paved the area, you could probably roll a bowling ball from northern Minnesota to Montana without half trying.

Second, without television the only news, outside newspapers, came once a week at the theater matinee, when we would watch something called newsreels, short black-and-white film clips of the week's events.

And so in mid-January of 1954, when the Minnesota winter had settled its icy hand on the north country, it came to pass that four of us, all thirteen years old, went to a Saturday matinee showing of a really interesting and informative film about how radiation from nuclear testing (known then simply as A-Bomb experiments) had caused a species of common ant to mutate and grow to be huge, forty-foot-tall monsters. The radiation also made the ants develop an overwhelming need to eat human flesh. The movie was called Them! and we all agreed it was well worth the fifteen cents' admission and the extra dime for popcorn and another nickel for a box of Dots.

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First Chapter

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How Angel Peterson

Got His Name

He is as old as me and that means he has had a life, has raised children and made a career and succeeded and maybe failed a few times and can look back on things, on old memories.

Carl Peterson--that's the name his mother and father gave him, but from the age of thirteen and for the rest of his life not a soul, not his wife or children or any friend has ever known him by that name.

He is always called Angel.

Angel Peterson, and I was there when he got his name.

We lived in northwestern Minnesota, up near the Canadian border and not far from the eastern border of North Dakota. The area is mostly cleared now and almost all farmland, but in the late forties and early fifties it was thickly forested and covered with small lakes and was perhaps the best hunting and fishing country in the world, absolutely crawling with fish and game. My friends and I spent most of our time in the woods, hunting, fishing or just camping, but we lived in town and had town lives as well.

Because the area was so remote, many farms still did not have electricity, nearly none had phones and the rare ones that did were on party lines, with all users on the same line so that anybody could listen in to anybody else (called rubbernecking.) Individual phones were identified by the rings: two longs and a short ring would be one farm, two shorts and a long another farm and so forth. You would call somebody on a separate line by hand cranking a ringer on the side of your phone for the operator--one very long ring--and when she came on (it was always a woman) you would ask her to place your call, as in "Alice, I would like to talkto the Sunveldt farm over by Middle River," and the operator would ring them for you. Anybody on your own party line you would call by simply cranking their ring (my grandmother was a short, a long and a short).

In town we had private phones, with a clunky dial system that didn't always work, and that was about it.

There was--this is important--no television. There were just two channels in the major cities on the East and West Coasts. Almost nobody in town had a set. A TV set at that time was a huge buzzing, hissing black-and-white monster that had the added benefit of being dangerous. The coating on the inside of the picture tube required no less than forty-two thousand volts to operate, an amount that could easily kill fifteen or twenty horses. When television finally did come to the small towns up in Minnesota many a cat was turned into something close to a six-hundred-watt lightbulb by sticking his nose back in the power supply area of a console television set, trying to investigate the little crackling sounds and blue glow that came out of the ventilation holes. On his twelfth birthday, my pal Wayne Halverson licked the end of his finger and stuck it near the ventilation panel on his family's new RCA set. (Even though there was no television station programming to watch for nearly two more years they used it for a conversation piece and a place to put their bowling trophies, but my grandmother said the Halversons had always put on airs ever since Dewey, who was Wayne's great-great-grandfather, was kicked in the head by a workhorse and found that he could do accounting.)

Wayne never actually touched the top of the main rectifier tube and so didn't get the full jolt, which would have cooked him on the spot, but it arced over to his finger and a lesser charge, say enough to light two or three single-family dwellings for a week or so, slammed him back into the wall and left him unconscious for several minutes. He later claimed that the incident was what made him the only one in our group who could actually talk to girls.

Radio was king and every Sunday night we would go to the Texaco station where Archie Swenson worked and listen to Gunsmoke on the radio. Matt Dillon (played by William Conrad in the radio version) would say things like "I'm marshal of Dodge City, Kansas. It's a chancy kind of job and makes a man watchful and a little bit lonely but somebody has to do it." Archie let us buy bottles of Coca-Cola for a nickel and bags of peanuts to put in the Cokes for another nickel and sit and listen to the radio as long as we didn't bother him at work and most especially if we didn't bother him if any older high school girls came by for gas or just to flirt with him. We were all twelve and thirteen and in Archie's world not quite human.

Archie was very, very cool. He was sixteen and had a perfect ducktail haircut and worked at the Texaco station full-time because he'd dropped out of school. He wore Levi's pulled so low that if he hadn't worn a T-shirt tucked in you would have seen the crack in his butt. He smoked and kept a pack of cigarettes rolled into the sleeve of his T-shirt and as boys we worshiped him, and also, much more important for the story of Angel Peterson, Archie had a car.

For the times, it was a very hot car. It was a '39 Ford sedan with an original V-8 engine and even though it was well over ten years old, with years of rough use during the Second World War, when small-town cars had to double as trucks and sometimes even tractors, even so it was a fast car. But more, Archie had "done things" to the car to make it faster. We were too ignorant to know how, but we were sure he had chopped this or enlarged that or channeled here and ported there to make it more powerful, and V-8 Fords were known for their speed. Some could do well over eighty miles an hour. We had read about some hot rods that would do a hundred miles an hour but dizzying speeds like that were usually only achieved on racetracks. Archie's car was also cool because he had a knob on the steering wheel that was made of clear Plexiglas and had a picture of a partially nude woman imbedded in it.

Two more things have to be understood about those long-ago times before the stage is finally set for Angel.

First, that part of northern Minnesota is completely and unbelievably flat. During successive ice ages, it was scoured flat by glaciers bulldozing their way south. When the glaciers melted, the land became an enormous inland freshwater sea called Lake Agassiz, which later receded to form the Great Lakes.

The land is so flat that if you cut down the trees and paved the area, you could probably roll a bowling ball from northern Minnesota to Montana without half trying.

Second, without television the only news, outside newspapers, came once a week at the theater matinee, when we would watch something called newsreels, short black-and-white film clips of the week's events.

And so in mid-January of 1954, when the Minnesota winter had settled its icy hand on the north country, it came to pass that four of us, all thirteen years old, went to a Saturday matinee showing of a really interesting and informative film about how radiation from nuclear testing (known then simply as A-Bomb experiments) had caused a species of common ant to mutate and grow to be huge, forty-foot-tall monsters. The radiation also made the ants develop an overwhelming need to eat human flesh. The movie was called Them! and we all agreed it was well worth the fifteen cents' admission and the extra dime for popcorn and another nickel for a box of Dots.
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  • Posted March 9, 2009

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    i loved this book

    easy read but hard vocabulary

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2008

    How Angel Peterson Got His Name

    How Angel Peterson Got His Name by Gary Paulsen Extreme and crazy are two words that describe Gary Paulsen and his friends in the book How Angel Peterson Got His Name. There are many insane stunts in this book. In this book Gary and his friends do many stunts including jumping a bike through a hoop of fire, wrestling a bear, breaking the world speed record on skies, and much more. One of the stunts was he wrestles a bear that weighs 800 pounds! If you like extreme then this is a book for you. I recommend this book to mature 12 year olds and up it is very funny, and packed with action, and adventure.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2008

    How Angel Peterson Got His Name

    How Angel Peterson Got His Name by Gary Paulsen Think of all the crazy stunts you or someone else you know has done and I bet it doesn¿t compare to the stunts in Gary Paulsen¿s book How Angel Peterson Got His Name. The plot of this story would be to show that kids as young as thirteen are able to have much fun. What would be my favorite part of this book? I would have to say my favorite part of this book would have to be when one of the kids wrestled an 800-pound bear. This, as you find out in the book that it is not easy to wrestle a bear for one minute. The main idea of this story would have to be that you should to have as much fun while you can. How would I say my experience would be when I read this book? This was certainly a good book. This book like most of Gary Paulsen¿s other books had good details and was exciting. Who would I recommend this book to? I would say people who like extreme sports like jumping a hoop of fire, and shooting a waterfall in a barrel, would like this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2008

    A mesmerizing, hilarious story

    How Angel Peterson Got His Name is a memoir about Gary Paulsen¿s wild and crazy childhood and the stupid stunts he and his friends performed. I thought this book was an outstandingly funny story because no one in their right mind would do the things he and his friends do, and it is what you would call a true page-turner. They always did something stupid, so you would want to know what happened next. Each chapter is a different short story. Here is a small chunk of one of the stories ¿ Are you all right?¿ ¿He nodded. ¿I¿m fine¿ why?¿ ¿You looked at the bear kind of funny¿.¿ ¿Not the bear so much as the as the sign. Did you see that sign?¿ When I read this it made me want to read more because I could not stop. The chapter that I got this from is called Girls, And the Circle of Death. This chapter is about Gary¿s friend who is trying to impress a group of girls, by going to a ring called the circle of death. In the circle of death there is a trainer with a bear on a chain and it costs $0.25 to wrestle the bear. So, his friend attempts to stay in for one minuet to win $25.00! You¿ll have to read to find out what happens. Gary is know for is young adult stories. How Angel Peterson Got His Name is just one of the books he has written. Gary¿s does not stick with one style this means that he never stays in the same genera and Wright all different cines of books of writing. This book was in the New York Times Best Seller list and I would recommend it to young adults, who enjoy laughing at kids and their crazy attempts to have fun.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2004

    Funny

    I read this book and could not stop laughing. It is halarious

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2004

    The book How Angel Peterson Got His Name is one my favorite books

    It¿s very hysterical it talks about these friends who are 13 years old that live in a small town in northwestern Minnesota around the Canadian border. This takes place in the early 1950¿s. Gary Paulsen is very humorous he used lines like ¿Pee on the electric fence¿ now that¿s not very smart but they still did it. It talks about how this boy named Carl Peterson who decides he wants to break the speed record on skis. You might think that¿s crazy but that¿s not the only crazy stunt they did they also tried to go down a waterfall in a barrel, and wrestled a bear. Gary Paulsen is actually Carl Peterson and he talks about these things he did when he was young. I think this book for someone around 10-15 years old because they would understand the humor in this book. I recommend this book is for someone who enjoys laughing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2004

    The book How Angel Peterson Got His Name And other outrageous tales about extreme sports is one of the all time funniest books I have come to read.

    The book is about these kids that go around town doing some of the wildest stuff you have ever heard of. Gary Paulsen is very energetic for example he wrote that this guy once peed on an electric fence and was allowed to see into the past. It was the mid fifties and Gary and his friends just wanted to have fun, so they went around town doing wild stunts. Most of the stunts the stunts Gary and his friends were very dangerous, for example his friend Carl wanted to break the speed record on skis. What I just told you might make you think there crazy but that¿s not the only thing they did that was dangerous. I mean they wrestled bears jumped off of water towers and some more stunts that you would have never expected. I would think that this book is most likely for anybody who likes to laugh and read some of the most hysterical stuff there is out there.

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