Jim the Boy: A Novelby Tony Earley
Both delightful and wise, Jim the Boy brilliantly captures the pleasures and fears of youth at a time when America itself was young and struggling to come into its own.
SOURCE: VOYA, December 2000 (Vol. 23, No. 5)
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During the night something like a miracle happened: Jim's age grew an extra digit. He was nine years old when he went to sleep, but ten years old when he woke up. The extra number had weight, like a muscle, and Jim hefted it like a prize. The uncles' ages each contained two numbers, and now Jim's age contained two numbers as well. He smiled and stretched and sniffed the morning. Wood smoke; biscuits baking; the cool, rivery smell of dew. Something not quite daylight looked in his window, and something not quite darkness stared back out. A tired cricket sang itself to sleep. The cricket had worked all night. Jim rose to meet the waiting day.
Jim's mother opened the stove door with a dishrag. Mama was tall and pale and handsome; her neck was long and white. Although she was not yet thirty years old, she wore a long, black skirt that had belonged to her mother. The skirt did not make her seem older, but rather made the people in the room around her feel odd, as if they had wandered into an old photograph, and did not know how to behave. On the days Mama wore her mother's long clothes, Jim didn't let the screen door slam.
"There he is," Mama said. "The birthday boy."
Jim's heart rose up briefly, like a scrap of paper on a breath of wind, and then quickly settled back to the ground. His love for his mother was tethered by a sympathy Jim felt knotted in the dark of his stomach. The death of Jim's father had broken something inside her that had not healed. She pulled the heaviness that had once been grief behind her like a plow. The uncles, the women of the church, the people of the town, hadlong since given up on trying to talk her into leaving the plow where it lay. Instead they grew used to stepping over, or walking inside, the deep furrows she left in her wake. Jim knew only that his mother was sad, and that he figured somehow in her sadness. When she leaned over to kiss him, the lilaced smell of her cheek was as sweet and sad at once as the smell of freshly turned earth in the churchyard.
"Oh, Jimmy," she said. "How in the world did you get to be ten years old?" "I don't know, Mama," Jim said, which was the truth. He was as amazed by the fact as she was. He had been alive for ten years; his father, who had also been named Jim Glass, had been dead for ten years and a week. It was a lot to think about before breakfast.
Mama put the biscuits she pulled from the oven into a straw basket. Jim carried the basket into the dining room. The uncles sat around the long table.
"Who's that?" Uncle Coran said.
"I don't know," said Uncle Al.
"He sure is funny-looking, whoever he is," said Uncle Zeno.
"Y'all know who I am," said Jim.
"Can't say that we do," said Uncle Coran.
"Howdy," said Uncle Al.
"Y'all stop it," Jim said.
The uncles were tall, skinny men with broad shoulders and big hands. Every morning they ate between them two dozen biscuits and a dozen scrambled eggs and a platter of ham. They washed it all down with a pot of black coffee and tall glasses of fresh milk.
"Those biscuits you got there, Jim?" said Uncle Zeno.
"Better sit down, then."
In all things Jim strove to be like the uncles. He ate biscuits and eggs until he thought he was going to be sick. When Uncle Zeno finally said, "You think you got enough to eat, Doc?" Jim dropped his fork as if he had received a pardon. Uncle Zeno was Jim's oldest uncle. His age was considerable, up in the forties somewhere. Uncle Coran and Uncle Al were twins. Each of them swore that he did not look like the other one, which of course wasn't true. They looked exactly alike, until you knew them, and sometimes even then. Not one of the uncles found it funny that they lived in identical houses. Uncle Al and Uncle Coran built their houses when they were young men, but, like Uncle Zeno, they never took wives. Most of the rooms in their houses didn't even have furniture; only Uncle Zeno's house had a cookstove.
Jim's mother cooked and cleaned for the uncles. When she said it was too much, the uncles hired a woman to help her. Uncle Coran ran the feed store and cotton gin. Uncle Al managed the farms. Uncle Zeno farmed with Uncle Al and operated the gristmill on Saturday mornings. As the head of the family he kept an eye on everyone else. Occasionally the uncles grew cross with each other, and, for a few days, Uncle Al and Uncle Coran would retire to their houses immediately after supper. There they sat by their own fires, or on their own porches, and kept their own counsel until their anger passed. In general, however, everyone in the family got along well with everyone else; to Jim, the sound of harsh words would always strike his ear as oddly as a hymn played in the wrong key.
Jim patted his stomach. "That ought to hold me till dinner," he said.
"You ate a right smart," Uncle Coran said.
"Well," said Jim, "I am ten years old now."
"My, my," said Uncle Al.
"I've been thinking it's about time for me to go to work with y'all," Jim said.
"Hmm," said Uncle Zeno.
"I thought maybe you could use some help hoeing that corn."
"We can usually put a good hand to work," Uncle Zeno said. "You a good hand?"
"Yes, sir," said Jim.
"You ain't afraid to work?"
"What do you say, boys?" Uncle Zeno said.
Uncle Al and Uncle Coran looked at each other. Uncle Coran winked.
"He'll do, I guess," said Uncle Al.
"Let's get at it, then," said Uncle Zeno.
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This book is luminous, a gem of a novel, a universal story about growing up, told in simple language and style, but handling complex issues of life. In some ways it is a children's book for adults. Don't let the fact that the protagonisis ten years old keep you from reading this!
I recommend that you read this book because it spoke to me it proved people can still do fun stuff in a time of struggle and be happy it makes you want to go out and do something exciting and fun, that life has many small details that make it feel fantastic here is an example from the story "Though he makes contact almost every time he swings the bat, he does not strike the mighty blow he sees in his mind" now Jim hits the ball but doesn't get the mighty blow he wants but he practice batting after because it's fun. As you began to read this book it will keep you wanting more and more with such great detail of the setting you will surely find yourself from the beginning to the end back to the beginning and to the end again. As you go through this book you start to get this sense or feel for Jim as he goes through his life in America's great depression, you understand how hard working and joyful him and his family are, and though it's a third person novel it feels like it's in first person like your there witnessing it with your own eyes and when you read the dialogue you can hear it. This book was just astounding I was so interested in it, it connected with me I began to think about how I felt at certain times in my life that Jim felt like while what was going on in his life that had made him feel like he did, we shared feelings just in different time periods.
I just loved this book. It was just a really nice coming of age book and is set during the early 1900s. Easy going story that kept me intrigued. A keeper...
This book is so well written, I easily related to the characters and the setting and felt like I was actually there. This book perfectly captures the bittersweetness of growing up...longing to be considered an adult, while holding on to the simple pleasures of youth. I loved it and read it in a day.
Reading this simple yet complex journey through Jim's young life brought me tranquility like a beautiful Mozart Sonata. Mr. Early reveals Jim's world through a musician's spectacles-- his words are truly music!
Jim, his mother, and his uncles are good, moral, hard-working characters. A simple story set in a simpler time. Strong traits of family loyalty. I recommend this book.
Great book with a full circle ending...you will feel yourself directly related to at least one or more of the characters. A real hidden treasure in a world of useless lit...
Earley captures perfectly the thoughts and feelings of what it was like to be ten years old. His view of early twentieth century life through the eyes of 'Jim the Boy' is nothing short of marvelous. The story is simple, sweet, and poignant. It had a smile on my face from page one.
This is a thoroughly enchanting book. One easily falls in love with Jim and his Uncles. They provide the humor and the humanity for the book. It is touching to read how they treat this very special child. I recommend it for adults and children.