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Fathers never forget seeing their kids for the first time. But Evan is greeting his son, Dean, fourteen years late. The boy had been shuttled secretly to another city, along with his ...
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Overview

Tenth Anniversary Edition

Featuring a conversation between Garth and his editor, Bryan Devendorf, drummer of The National.


Fathers never forget seeing their kids for the first time. But Evan is greeting his son, Dean, fourteen years late. The boy had been shuttled secretly to another city, along with his teenaged mother, while still a newborn. Now his mother has passed away, and Evan is it—Dad. An instant single parent. 
 
Evan was once lead guitarist for a hot band with a hit single; now 31, he gets by as a guitar instructor to middle-aged guys, and does menial work in a music shop. With Dean in the picture he has to change fast, which means facing up to the past, to his own father, and to the epilepsy that haunts him and threatens his every moment.
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Stein (Raven Stole the Moon) builds an engrossing family drama around a Seattle rock musician. Evan's the odd man out in the Wallace family: his dad's a renowned heart surgeon, his mom's the dutiful doctor's wife and his brother's a successful lawyer. His entire life, they've treated Evan like damaged goods, and in some ways he is. Hit by a car as a child, Evan now has frequent and sometimes severe epileptic seizures. And although he once had a top-10 hit, these days Evan gets by working as a guitar shop salesman. Stein ups the emotional ante of the Wallace world by dropping a 14-year-old son, Dean, in Evan's lap when the boy's mother, Evan's high school flame, is killed in an auto accident. Long denied a chance to be involved in Dean's raising, Evan is excited to be a dad, but it isn't easy-there's that exchange when Dean smacks Evan and Evan calls him a "rude little shit," for example. It's as if Stein has taken his hero, set a series of nasty psychological and medical roadblocks in his path, and then stepped back to see if Evan can find his way toward health and happiness. Following the emotionally stunted Evan along his arduous journey isn't always a pleasant experience, but the path is littered with life lessons that Stein weaves into the narrative with honesty and compassion. (Apr.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Here's what happens when an epileptic rock musician tries his hand at single parenting. Evan Wallace is the son of a wealthy Seattle heart surgeon. When he was 12, he chivalrously substituted for his kid brother in a game of chicken and was hit by a car; his injuries resulted in epilepsy. At 17, his girlfriend, Tracy, became pregnant, had their baby, but then left town with her family, freezing Evan out. He went on to become a guitarist, with one big hit. Now, as the story opens, Evan is 31, Tracy is dead from a car accident, and he's attending her funeral in Walla Walla, an uninvited guest who sees his son, Dean, for the first time and introduces himself as his father. Then, wham! Tracy's abusive father assaults his wife-who knows why-and charges toward Dean. Evan drives his son to safety in Seattle, and Dean reacts like any young teenager with a dead mother and a father who's belatedly recognized his existence: He's curious, angry, bitter and as changeable as a spring day. Evan is no role model. Though prone to seizures, he won't level with Dean about his condition and continues to drive (against medical advice). Luckily, there's an adult around, the legendary sound engineer Mica Morrison. She's part black, part Japanese, smart, gorgeous and available, way too good for the thoroughly confused Evan, though inexplicably she's all over him. She sparks up Dean, too, while offering Evan sage advice on handling his son. Evan, revealingly, thinks of Mica and Dean as his "two new toys," and he steadily loses reader sympathy as he refuses Mica's help and that of his own parents. He has a seizure while driving, then checks himself out of the hospital before an operation for a shatteredcollarbone. His last-minute epiphany, that he has an emotional age of 14, is something the reader had noticed long before. An unconvincing second outing (after Raven Stole the Moon, 1998). Author tour
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Praise for How Evan Broke His Head

A BookSense pick *  Winner of a Pacific Northwest Bookseller Award

“A funny, bewitching, observant book about families, fathers and sons, and growing up, no matter how old you are.”
The Oregonian
 
“A beautifully un-shiny novel of passion, forgiveness and the life force that is fatherhood.”
—PNBA Awards Committee
 
“Captivating, moving, and always observant ... a wonderful, beautiful book; I will never forget it!”
—Ben Sherwood, author of The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud
 
“A compelling tale.”
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
 
“An engrossing family drama.”
Publishers Weekly
 
“Hits all the frets of a powerful story: sharp-witted dialogue, vivid characters, insight into medical challenges and prose that snaps like well-placed plucks of guitar strings. . . . I hold up my lighter and turn it full-flame for Stein’s latest work. Encore!”
The Seattle Times 

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781569477106
  • Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 5/1/2008
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 112,443
  • File size: 658 KB

Meet the Author

Garth Stein
Garth Stein is the author of two other novels, the worldwide bestseller The Art of Racing in the Rain, now published in 30 languages, and Raven Stole the Moon, as well as a play, Brother Jones. He lives in Seattle with his wife, three sons, and their dog, Comet.

Good To Know

In our exclusive interview, Garth Stein shared some fun and fascinating facts about himself:
I've climbed Mt. Rainier
I've explored the deepest cave in North America
I've acted with Carol Channing
I've ridden my bicycle to Alaska
I've met Bill Clinton
I've played basketball with Slick Watts
I've bathed in the Dead Sea...I've piloted a boat in the Suez Canal
I've paddled an outrigger in the Java Sea
I've fathered three sons whom I love very, very much
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    1. Hometown:
      Seattle, Washington, USA
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 6, 1964
    2. Place of Birth:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Education:
      BA Columbia University, Columbia College, '87, MFA Columbia University, School of the Arts, '90
    2. Website:

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Chapter 1

Maybe a little reflection at this point in Evan’s life isn’t a bad thing. A gathering of mourners on a hill at a cemetery outside Walla Walla, a good five-hour drive from Seattle. A hot morning under an intense and brilliant sky. A dead girl in a box, suspended over a hole dug in the fertile soil. And Evan, watching from a distance like a father gazing through a nursery window at his newly born son, whose cries go unheard, untended, a helpless flail of tiny arms and legs and a little mouth that is open in silent scream, all of it safe from Evan’s unsanitary touch.
        He hikes up the hill and takes his place among the circle of attendees. They are all the same: pale complexions, downcast eyes; a wash of chalky faces. There are fewer than he’d hoped. Twenty at most. He’d been warned that the burial service would be small, reserved for family and the closest of friends. Still, he’d envisioned a pack into which he could fade. After all, Mormons tend to stick together; they like to travel in groups.
       He shifts uncomfortably. He has nowhere to hide. They are looking at him. Not directly, not staring. They are sneaking peeks, stealing sideways glances from behind flapping paper fans. They have no idea who he is; they don’t seem to care. A man speaks a few elegiac words that are swallowed by the breeze, tossed around and thrown over his shoulder for no one to hear.
       Evan recognizes Tracy’s mother and father. He remembers her brother, Brad, one of those high school peers who fell somewhere between friend and acquaintance. Around them stand several of Tracy’s older siblings. He doesn’t know them, couldn’t recall their names if called upon to do so. Three or four or five brothers and sisters who were already grown and were never around when Tracy was a teenager; shards of a fractured family. And there is another important family member present: Tracy’s son.
       Evan doesn’t recognize Dean, but he knows well enough who he is. A young man, fourteen-years-old, who, like Evan, stands out from the crowd, his dark hair hacked short, his face alert and defensive.
       Dean looks up and meets Evan’s eyes. He looks at Evan without suspicion. But why would he suspect? What could he think, other than that Evan was another from Grandpa’s congregation, come late for the passing of Tracy Smith? But he is curious about something, for he doesn’t look away.
       Tracy’s father places his arm around Dean’s shoulders, a gesture of comfort. Dean shifts slightly, stiffens a little bit, not dramatically, but enough to indicate that the gesture is not welcome. Enough so that Tracy’s father withdraws his arm.
       And in an instant, Evan knows Dean. He knows what is going on. For Dean to have to witness his mother’s burial is bad enough, but for him to be so uncomfortable with his fellow grievers that he cannot grieve himself is crushing. Evan remembers his own grandfather’s funeral, watching the people cry. He felt so separate from them. They may have been friends with his grandfather for a long time, but they didn’t really know him. Not like Evan did. And so he couldn’t join them. He could only get through it and then grieve later, when he was alone, when it really mattered, as, he knows, Dean will grieve for his mother later. Until then, Dean stands, stoically, guarded, comforting no one, allowing no one to comfort him.
       Evan’s mind drifts from the scene; the tentacles of his attention are caught by the breeze and gently sway toward the land around him. He hears the combines grinding away in the distance, whirling their razor-sharp blades as fast as they can, slicing at the dry stalks of winter wheat. It is mid-July and the harvest season is upon Walla Walla. He can feel the trucks, heavy on the highway; he can envision the people in town walking with a bounce to their step. He knows that this is what they wait for every year, to gather up the fruit of the earth and revel in its bounty. We are in the days of plenty. The fruits and vegetables and grains allow us to grow and prosper. All partake of the cornucopia. Save for Tracy Smith, whose body, now released from its earthly commitment, is being returned to the soil from which it sprang.
       Evan snaps himself back into the frame; he attends to what is before him, the burial of his ex-girlfriend. He scrapes his teeth against his lower lip, scratching an itch that is not really there but somewhere in his brain. A seizure? Is one coming? No, no. The heat, the long drive. It’s fatigue, not a seizure. It had better not be a seizure. Not here. It would be too ironic for him to come down with a case of the falling sickness at Tracy’s funeral when he was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. It would be almost funny to have twenty or more Mormons stand over his convulsing limbs, questioning in breathless voices: Who is he? What is he doing? Why is he here?
       The service ends. Mourners amble back to their cars. Evan wonders what is next for him. He has seen the remains of Tracy properly attended to, and he has seen Dean, his child, now grown. What else is there to do but to return to his car and make the fivehour drive back to Seattle, take his place again in his life and wonder, as he always has, what was to become of Dean, the Boy Wonder, whom Evan has never met.
       “You came. I’m shocked.”
       Evan turns. Tracy’s brother, Brad, stands directly in front of him, not more than two feet away.
       “You’re the one who—” Evan starts.
       “Called you,” Brad finishes for him. “I know I did. My father would kill me if he knew. Don’t tell him.”
       “I won’t.”
       “You must feel guilty as hell,” Brad says, and as he says it, he sticks out a long finger and tries to jab Evan in the chest; Evan, quickness being one of his assets, takes a step back and out of range.
       “Where’s Dean’s father?” Evan asks.
       “I’m looking at him, stupid,” Brad replies.
       “His stepfather,” Evan clarifies.
       Brad laughs a quick snort. “How have you been, Evan?”
       Evan shrugs. He was kind of hoping for a real answer.
       “I heard that song of yours on the radio,” Brad continues. “About ten years ago.”
       “Eleven.”
       “I never could find the album, though. It must not have been that big.”
       “It was big enough,” Evan says, an edge creeping into his voice.
       “Really? Ever think of sharing any of the money you made with Tracy and Dean?”
       But she was the one who abandoned him, remember. He had wanted to keep the baby. She was the one who left Seattle. She was the one who stole away in the middle of the night.
       “I gotta go, man,” Brad says, “my diplomatic immunity is about to wear off.”
       “What does that mean?”
       “It means what it means. What do you think it means. I’ll see you, man. Good luck.”
       Brad starts to leave.
       “Give me your number,” Evan says quickly. “I’ll give you a call. I want to know what’s going on with you.”
       “Nah,” Brad grins, “you know everything you need to know about me, Evan. I’m just like you, man, still fighting the good fight, you know?”
       And he’s gone. All around, black-clad bodies murmur down the hill toward their cars.
       Evan spies Tracy’s mother, Ellen, who is being consoled by another woman. His first impression is that she looks old. When Evan first met her, he was only fourteen and she—but a child herself when Tracy was born—was thirty-six. That was seventeen years ago. Evan is now thirty-one, Ellen fifty-three. And while the seventeen years has hardly changed Evan—he is still boyish and almost beardless—those same years have taken a different toll on Ellen Smith. Her face is etched with deep wrinkles. Her hair is dull brown with streaks of gray. Her blue eyes are pale.
       “Hello, Mrs. Smith,” he calls out, approaching the women. Ellen’s friend excuses herself; Ellen looks toward Evan blankly. “It’s Evan,” he says. “Wallace.”
       She doesn’t respond. Why would she? She hated him, back when he and Tracy were high school sweethearts. She and her thickly muscled husband, Frank. They both hated him. So what should he say to her now? Should he accuse her, and by accusing her make it clear that he feels the magnitude of her actions?
       “Evan?” she asks, the mist clearing.
       “I’m so sorry about Tracy.”
       “Yes.”
       “How is Dean?” he asks.
       “Oh! Dean’s fine.”
       Evan nods. “He looks good. Healthy.”
       “He is,” Ellen smiles painfully. “What are you doing here?”
       Evan shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
       “I’d like to meet him,” he says.
       Ellen looks quickly over her shoulder and down the hill to where people are climbing into their hot cars and driving off. A small group lingers near two black limousines. Frank is among them.
       “I don’t believe that would be in his best interest. Not now, anyway.”
       Evan cocks his head, unsure how to take her response. But it doesn’t matter. Before he can think about it long, his request is granted. Without warning, Dean is standing beside Ellen as if Evan had made a wish.
       Dean. The Boy Wonder. So close now, so near, Evan feels his pulse quicken. What is it about Dean? His presence is almost intoxicating. His long, thin limbs draped in a black suit, his collar too large for his neck, his navy-blue tie knotted in an old-fashioned style quite beyond Evan’s sartorial expertise. So casually he hangs his arm around Ellen’s neck and rests his head on her shoulder, turning slightly toward Evan, his green eyes blaring out from their sockets, screaming at Evan that I am yours, yes, I am of you, yes I am.
       “I’m hot, Grandma,” the young man complains.
       “This is an old friend of your mother’s,” Ellen says deliberately, almost forcing herself to say it, pushing through her misgivings. “He’s come from Seattle to pay his respects.”
       Dean unhooks his arm and offers his hand to Evan, which Evan takes, awed, in a way, by such self-control, such a display of courtesy in the face of such real grief.
       “I’m terribly sorry about your mother,” Evan mumbles. He’s caught off guard. The new sensation of Dean’s hand in his own, the feelings rushing through his body, his nerves sending confused signals to his brain, that not only is he holding a hand, shaking a hand, but that it is a hand that belongs to his own flesh and blood, his own son.
       “Thank you,” Dean responds evenly.
       Evan doesn’t let go; he holds on and they stay like that, hand-in-hand, for several moments.
       “We have to go, Evan,” Ellen breaks in. “The reception.”
       Again she looks down toward Frank, who is in the parking lot staring up at them with piercing eyes. Evan has always been afraid of Frank Smith, a stocky man who wears his gray hair tightly shorn. His neck is thick with ropes of muscles that disappear into the collar of his shirt. His nose was flattened—Tracy once told Evan—from years of boxing while in the Marines. He has little hands that he clenches into fists of calloused and scarred flesh that appear to be made of clay. He speaks not like an average man, but like a little Moses, a man of God, a man who carries lightning in his arms and breathes the flames of Righteousness. He is not one to be challenged.
       Evan releases Dean’s hand; Ellen nudges Dean to start down the hill, which he does. She does not immediately follow.
       “Please don’t interfere,” she whispers at Evan. “Not after all this time.”
       “But—”
       “Please, Evan. I don’t know why you’re here. But please don’t interfere. Not after all this time.”
       She turns and hurries after Dean, catches him, and then ushers him to the bottom of the hill. When they arrive, Frank directs them into one of the limousines, waves his arm to those still standing by, who obediently climb into their vehicles, and they all drive off, leaving Evan alone at Tracy’s grave.
       Evan cannot move. He stands silent for several minutes, long after the last black car has left. What happened? He was so young when it all occurred. A sperm and an egg met, cells began to multiply and divide, and a child was born. But then what? What
became of Evan? What became of his son? It’s all so murky, the circumstances so obscure that he doesn’t even remember how the story goes, or whose story he really believes. The truth belongs to he who tells it, so what good is it, anyway?
       He starts back down the hill toward his car. His steps fall heavily against the hard-packed dirt path, and he raises his eyes to the surrounding land; the harvesting machines continue to work over the amber hills, threshing the wheat that has grown all spring, plowing an ever-widening swath of brown through the endless golden fields.
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  • Posted June 3, 2011

    Waiting

    I loved 'The Art of Racing in the Rain' and the reviewers of this book raved about it. The other reviewers said that it was so good that they couldn't put it down. I kept reading it hoping to get to the good part. It never became a good book. The characters were not likeable. The author tries to keep the reader interested by revealing family secrets which are not that interesting. I regret buying this book.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2009

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    Another home run

    After reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain" by Garth Stein, I was hoping to find the same quality book since it was by the same author. It was all that I expected.
    I bought copies for all the men in a group I meet with because it deals with issues we face in entertaining way. From the start it is easy to identify with the main character, Evan, and to be caught up with him in his struggle to differentiate himself while still trying to stay connected to the people he loves.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 31, 2013

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    I just don't understand how every book written by Garth Stein ca

    I just don't understand how every book written by Garth Stein can be so captivating. They all have completely different plots and themes, yet they are all so great. I love this author and everything he writes. This book, like his others The Art of Racing in the Rain and Raven Stole the Moon, is wonderful. The story is told is a way that keeps you interested. I could not put it down. Evan is extremely likable and relatable. Read this book, you won't be disappointed.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 28, 2010

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    Garth sure knows how to write

    I've been a fan of Garth's work since "The Art of Racing in the Rain", and he doesn't disappoint here either. this was a very good read; the writing style is crisp and clear, imagery is impeccable and its a darn good story. Don't be surprised if you find yourself yelling at the character sometimes, though. it's just a sign of a good book.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 24, 2009

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    Perceptions do affect us!

    Another Garth Stein book and such a great read. Garth can bring out the real feelings and emotions of people in such wonderful lines. His books are uplifting but also show you how sometimes we just get the wrong idea about things and how our perceptions can affect us. I will buy every book he writes I think.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2007

    I just couldn't sleep untill i finished it.

    It has been a long time since I've read a book of this caliber. Stein has a way of making the reader want to hear the commentary from the main character on every conversation just to see if they interpreted it correctly. I have never related to a character more. I even caught myself saying lines in my head before I even read them. A downright enjoyable read.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2005

    Unlikely hero

    Trust Mr. Stein to find a hero in the most unlikely suspect - always sincere but never too serious. I got the book from my ex wife and expected to hate it - found myself staying up two full nights to finish it. A wonderfully warm, funny and intelligent commentary on parenting, parents and finding meaning in our everyday struggles, large and small without avoiding the darker sides of life.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 24, 2011

    Great Book

    very hard to put down. love this authors writing style.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2005

    Excellent

    I finished this book and hoped Mr. Stein would write a sequal. That's always a good sign. Seriously, this book was well-written, and it made you worry about the charcters, and what happened to them. Excellent, excellent story, everyone should read and enjoy.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2005

    Finally, a book for people who love to read

    I loved this book so much, I'm buying extra copies to give to friends. This is a complicated, wonderfully written, very human story that will stay with you long after you read the last page. A definite must-have for people who love to read. But don't rely on me¿buy it for yourself. You won't be disappointed.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2012

    H.mm

    Dosent sound like a good book:(

    1 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 25, 2010

    Coming from "Racing", not disappointed

    I jumped into this book fresh off The Art of Racing in the Rain, as I'm sure many others have done. It's a great story with a lot of relationships that break and mend and break again. Although I found the main character, Evan, to be sufficiently likable, his character was not different enough from the main character of "Racing" for me to fully identify with him. This is a situation where the order the books are read affects one's appreciation of them, though it's the reverse of the order of publication.

    I also want to commend Garth Stein for tackling the difficult subject of epilepsy. I learned a lot about it and appreciated his in-depth treatment of the topic.

    Mr. Stein's mastery of suspense also deserves notice. Sometimes a character is on the verge of drastically changing something huge in his life, and that sense of tension is maintained for pages and pages, while you're urging him to take action and do the right thing for once.

    I definitely enjoyed it, and I look forward to reading more Garth Stein books in the future.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 26, 2009

    Another winner from Garth Stein

    Once again Garth Stein has put together an interesting cast of characters, with a compelling story line. He really captures the essence of parenthood but not in a schmaltzy, boring way. Great book for vacation reading.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 16, 2014

    This book was wonderful!

    This book was wonderful!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2014

    Grate read. Shows how a man can cope with life.

    One man life turns upside down. A son dropped on him that he was never allowed to see and a love lost. He finds that he can cope with a teenage boy and a new girl friend. A warm and well written story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2013

    Easy, entertaining read

    Picked this book out of the crowd because of the cover and
    the title. It ended up being a good book that drew me in.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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