Rope Walk [NOOK Book]


In The Rope Walk, Carrie Brown crafts a luminous story of a young girl's coming of age during a crucial summer in New England. On her tenth birthday Alice meets two visitors to her quiet town: Theo, the African American grandson of her father's best friend, and Kenneth, an artist who has come home to convalesce. Theo forms an instant bond with Alice that will indelibly change them both. The pair in turn befriend Kenneth, and decide to build a “rope walk” through the woods for him, allowing to make his way through...
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In The Rope Walk, Carrie Brown crafts a luminous story of a young girl's coming of age during a crucial summer in New England. On her tenth birthday Alice meets two visitors to her quiet town: Theo, the African American grandson of her father's best friend, and Kenneth, an artist who has come home to convalesce. Theo forms an instant bond with Alice that will indelibly change them both. The pair in turn befriend Kenneth, and decide to build a “rope walk” through the woods for him, allowing to make his way through the outdoor world he has always loved. But their good intentions lead to surprising consequences, and Alice soon learns how different the world of children and adults really are.

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Editorial Reviews

Elizabeth Strout
"This coming-of-age novel begins with Alice MacCauley on the morning of her 10th birthday, as she sits on the windowsill of her bedroom, viewing the scene below through the opening of a square made by her fingers -- a make-believe camera lens, and a trope that repeats throughout the story. ... The tone changes as Brown reveals an older Alice in the wonderful last part of the book, where a new note of seriousness and gravity is deeply felt. We leave Alice decidedly more mature than she was in the opening chapter, which means decidedly less sanguine. It's not that we have to worry for her; we never did, but we're moved by the change. She has, by the end of the book, given up her make-believe camera and is taking pictures with a real one that once belonged to her mother. She's off the windowsill and on her feet."
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Like Brown's first novel, Rose's Garden, her sixth sets themes of tolerance and understanding in a picture-postcard setting. In a Vermont town where a description of the local library racks up a dozen adjectives (including "tall," "bracing," "rippling," "silvery" and "delicious"), children collect butterflies and recite "Hiawatha." When Kenneth Fitzgerald, the artist who sponsored the library's transformation from dreary to spectacular, returns to his childhood home dying of AIDS, he asks 10-year-old Alice MacCauley and her neighbors' manic visiting mixed-race grandson, Thelonious Swann— "a tawny little lion cub"—to come by and read to him in the afternoons. Alice's mother died young; her father teaches Shakespeare and recites it around the house (while her older brothers blow smoke rings), so Alice is primed for literature. All three are drawn into Lewis and Clark's journals as Alice reads them aloud; the explorers' historic journey stands in for Fitzgerald's journey toward death and for Alice and Theo's trip into nascent first love and adulthood. The rope Alice walks isn't very high off the ground, but Brown keeps it taut and stretched across some engaging vistas. (May)

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KLIATT - Nola Theiss
Alice is the only daughter of a widower with four sons. Her mother died when she was very young, and Alice is living a protected and love-cushioned life with her beloved father and her rowdy brothers who flit in and out of the house on school vacations. On her tenth birthday, her family takes in a boy her own age who is the grandson of her father's friend, and whose family is in disarray. The boy, who is African American, is an adventurer and knowledgeable in ways she is not, and together they discover things about themselves and the world they are living in. They also meet Kenneth, the artist brother of one of their neighbors, who is dying of HIV, and they decide to make him a rope walk behind his house so that he can safely take walks in the woods by himself. Their well-meaning act leads to an inevitable end. They are separated and Alice's comfortable relationships are disrupted. She must figure out how to put the pieces together and grow up with an understanding that adults and children can be well meaning, but wrongheaded. The story is beautifully written and the just barely pre-pubescent relationship of the young girl and boy is told in a sweet and innocent way. The New England setting is vividly described. Reviewer: Nola Theiss
Library Journal

In this latest from Brown (Confinement), ten-year-old Alice MacCauley enjoys an idyllic if motherless childhood in quaint Grange, VT, surrounded by five adoring, much older brothers and gently guided through life by Archie, her professor father. Alice's self-contained curiosity meets its match when Thelonius Swann, also ten, joins their household for the summer while his family struggles with debilitating crises. Alice and Theo have an imagination-rich friendship that extends to Kenneth Fitzgerald, a world-renowned sculptor who has returned home, dying of AIDS. The children spend the summer building a rope walk through the woods near Kenneth's home. Intended as a gift to Kenneth to give him back some of the freedom stolen from him by the ravages of his disease, it is the catalyst for a shattering event. It takes a masterly touch to make believable Alice's maturity and her unfiltered forthrightness when telling her story. Brown's exquisite word paintings of the details of childhood are tone-perfect and utterly irresistible. Prepare for renewed interest in Brown's previous novels. Highly recommended.
—Beth E. Andersen

School Library Journal

Adult/High School -Alice MacCauley and her family are celebrating her 10th birthday. As the guests arrive, readers are introduced to neighbors, friends, and family, all of whom have hidden prejudices and anxieties. Theo, the biracial grandson of Alice's father's friends, is supposed to be visiting his grandparents, but by the end of the evening he is sharing Alice's bedroom and will become a fixture in her family for the remainder of the season. Over the course of the summer they share secrets, befriend a dying artist, and learn more about suffering, humanity, and intolerance then any child her age needs to know. Together they try to make sense of the world, particularly of how adults think and why people hate the way they do. One of the lessons Alice learns is that the most heartfelt intentions can produce the most tragic results. Teens looking for an angst-filled novel will find that this one asks many questions about life and relationships without providing any pat answers.-Joanne Ligamari, Rio Linda School District, Sacramento, CA

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From the Publisher
“Beautifully written. . . . Captures the dignity and grace of a young woman coming into knowledge of herself and the world.”
Chicago Tribune

“Gentle, lyrical. . . . Brown captures Alice's visceral response to the physical world.”
The Washington Post Book World

“Reading this novel is a serious pleasure.”
New Orleans Times-Picayune

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307490292
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/19/2008
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 652,565
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Carrie Brown is the author of four novels and a collection of short stories. She has won many awards for her work, including a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, the Barnes and Noble Discover Award, and the Janet Heidinger Kafka Prize. Her most recent novel, Confinement, won the Library of Virginia Book Award. She lives in Virginia with her husband, the novelist John Gregory Brown, and their three children. She teaches at Sweet Briar College.

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Chapter One

It was going to be a beautiful day.

Alice climbed onto her bedroom windowsill and sat down, wrapping her arms around her legs. Early morning mist hovered in mysterious levels over the lawn below. In the tree branches that inclined near her window, the low sun ignited little white signal fires that flashed at Alice from the velvety spaces between the leaves. It was dark still beneath the ragged hems of the firs at the side of the house, and a cool, musty smell rose from under the old rhododendron bushes, but across the front lawn, downy stripes of sunlight began to unfurl between the long shadows of the trees. Beyond the lawn, and then farther out beyond the low border of the stone wall, fields revealed in the growing light raced away to the wooded horizon.

On her windowsill, Alice waited, watching. The full energy of the day, like a parade assembling its drums and cymbals and marching players, lay just out of sight, gathering strength at the edge of the world. Any moment now, the day’s brimming cup would spill over the far treetops and flood the hour with light.

Today, the twenty-ninth day of May, was Alice’s tenth birthday. When she was younger, her brothers had told her that the annual Memorial Day parade in Grange, the creeping procession of fire engines and floats and flag bearers that Alice watched with shining eyes from atop her father’s shoulders, was held in celebration of her birthday, as if she were a princess whose subjects collected for her pleasure. Now she could not remember what it had felt like to believe this fiction, though she was assured she had believed it. She could only remember the uncomfortable dawning of her doubt: the gravity of the white-haired soldiers formed into a trembling V whose size diminished each year; her correct linking of the word memorial with the word memory—this, she puzzled, was not language for a birthday celebration; and her adding up of the other signs, too. No one saluted her as they went past. No one came to one knee before her. No one said happy birthday.

She could not remember what it had felt like to believe in Santa Claus, either. That faith, too, had slipped away from her with casually troubling ease. Like discovering a hole in her pocket through which a precious trinket had dropped and been lost, she could not pinpoint when the miracle had left her.

Out of loyalty, each spring the family still attended the Memorial Day parade, shabbily reinforced over the years by opportunistic floats from other jurisdictions: a pickup full of people in Star Trek costumes, a van from the television station in Brattleboro, a Frito-Lay truck from which employees in matching black polo shirts tossed bags of chips, a woman in her pink Mary Kay car trailing ribbons like a honeymoon vehicle.

But now there was a birthday party, too.

Already someone—one of the boys, probably—had carried the rush-seated dining room chairs outside for the party and arranged them haphazardly on the front lawn beneath Alice’s windowsill; one had toppled over onto its side into the wet grass.

Alice made a box like a camera lens with her fingers and looked down through the aperture at the fallen chair. The trees’ monumental shadows, cumbrous as ocean liners as the sun climbed higher in the sky, lay across the lawn. Alice followed them with her camera over the dewy grass and back to the house. A red, white, and blue bunting had been hung over the front door, and a rippling candy stripe of crepe birthday streamers wound along the porch railing . . . and there were the black-handled kitchen scissors, too, their tiny jaws agape, forgotten on the porch floor. Alice pretended to take a picture of them. How strange things looked when they were not where they were supposed to be.

She hitched around on the narrow sill and raised her camera a degree to fix on the cloud bank of white balloons tied to the flagpole and holding sway over the daffodils. Past the yellow heads of the flowers and over the stone wall, the tall grass in the fields, still heavy-headed with dew, lay down in silver waves all the way to the horizon, a rough pinking-shears strip of dark green woods against a blue sky. Alice swung her imaginary camera back and forth experimentally, like an eyeball rolling wildly in its socket, and the world whistled and winked and nodded its shining head at her, beckoning and calling. The fields, the orchard, the lawn and flower borders near the house, all of it rolled beneath her, twinkling and flashing in the spring sun as if mirrors were turning in the grass and among the leaves of the trees.

Alice’s heart strained against the cradle of her ribs. She had lived in this place all her life, in this house in a small town in the rocky southern hills of Vermont, with her five older brothers and her father, who was a Shakespeare scholar and a dean at the nearby college. She could not imagine ever leaving. Indeed, she thought she would fight like a lion, roaring and biting and tearing limb from limb, if anyone tried to separate her from this place, these people. It was interesting, horribly and yet irresistibly interesting, to imagine being inspired to such heroic lengths, though sometimes she frightened herself with the possibility of danger and loss, forces that might surround her and try to drag her away.

This was a recent development, the idea that something could happen to threaten the world and her place in it.

Valiant in play, armed with a painted cardboard sword and wearing a blue velvet cape sewn for such games by her late mother, Alice liked to leap from tabletop or tree branch or the back of the couch, brandishing her weapon at the empty air. Usually victory was effortless and inevitable, a ballet of acrobatic thrusts and parries and swirls of the cape, after which her invisible enemies fell left and right or scuttled away howling into the trees. She was prince, captain, and knight, poised on a rock, sword point aimed triumphantly skyward.

Recently, though, her games had begun to unsettle her. Now her imagination supplied not just the juvenile idea of adversaries—witches with long greasy hair, slit-eyed goblins worrying something inside their bulging cheeks, monsters squatting on warty green haunches, ready to spring; it also whispered the truth, which was that suffering was real. She did not know how she knew this, or when the change had taken place. But she would not play now in sight of her brothers, whose teasing she had once failed to notice, or, if she had noticed, to mind. Suddenly this year she did not want to be watched as she struck out on all sides, for now there were things against which she felt truly helpless—the actual misery of the world, things that were unfair, wrong—and she came home quietly at the end of an afternoon of play in the woods, her long sword stuck in her belt, her face a mask.

The world of her childhood, with its endless days and deep, certain sleep and quicksilver possibilities, had been abraded, roughened, its perimeter made vulnerable by the apprehension of dangers—death and poverty and terror and war and sickness—arriving from the real world, things that rose up against the clumsy, makeshift enemies, the dear enemies of her youth, and opened their hideous red mouths to swallow whole the fragile companions of her play. Now when she looked out into the world from her windowsill, it was with the knowledge that she could lose it. She did not know how or when. But she knew it was possible, and that made all the difference.

The night before, Alice had dreamed again that she could fly. Usually these dreams were deeply pleasurable. She swam through warm air, her body undulant as an otter’s. Up from the earth came the familiar scents of pine and hay and river and blackberry. When she ran through the long grass in the meadows, reservoirs of granite, marble, slate, and talc lay beneath her feet. Beneath those, from a time long ago when the northern hemisphere’s arctic sea covered what are now Vermont’s grassy slopes, and when the places Alice knew and loved did not yet exist, rested the bones of ancient beluga whales. This year in school, her class had studied the geology of the Champlain Basin, and they had been taken on a trip to see the bones of a prehistoric white whale found underground one hundred and fifty miles from the nearest ocean. The whale had been named Charlotte, for the town in which she had been unearthed, said their young, ponytailed museum guide, and she had been twelve feet long. The shortest child in her class, Alice had been urged to stand up front at the exhibit, grave and watchful, her face inches from Charlotte’s long, blunt, grizzled skull. Charlotte had died peacefully, the young man informed the children. No violence here. Her teeth were intact; her bones had drifted gently into the sediments of an offshore estuary.

Since then, whenever Alice flew in her dreams she saw below her the familiar acres of her house in its surrounding fields and also the swells of topography and what lay buried beneath the woods and tumbled rocks. The sleeping bones of whales and dinosaurs, prehistoric birds whose notched wings spread like the carbon shadows of kites over roads and meadows, barn roofs and the twisting curves of the river lay exposed as if in an X-ray. In her flying dreams she saw far and wide: a little vole scrambling over acorns in the oak woods; the crashing falls of the river where it tumbled into a green basin of bubbles and foam; the arrangement of bones sleeping under the hills.

Alice never fell in these dreams. But last night, for the first time, there had been a shocking vertiginous drop, as if the fabric of the dream were thin in places, her own weight too heavy for it. She had awoken with her hair damp and sticking to her face, her breath coming fast.

Now Alice blinked into the sunshine, the soft, gauzy morning air growing in brilliance as the day advanced. Down on the grass, a crow flapped heavily over the lawn and landed on the overturned chair. Already the light had crested the treetops, careening over the fields.

Soon, the guests for the birthday party would arrive.

Alice had been told repeatedly that the windowsill was a dangerous place to sit, but it did not feel precarious to her. She had never been afraid she would fall. She pressed the knobs of her spine against the window’s frame and flexed her bare feet in the groove of the sill. Once, Alice had tried to draw from memory everything that was in the bedroom behind her. It had been surprisingly easy, one recalled detail leading quickly to another, like a bird alighting from branch to branch and leading the way through an unfamiliar wood. Inside the glass-fronted bookcase, the spines of books gleamed. The slipper chair striped in worn barbershop red and white that had been in her father’s childhood bedroom was nearly buried under a messy heap of discarded clothes. Alice’s old stuffed monkey Sinbad, with his bashed-in Egyptian fez and tattered red jacket, sat on the dresser. Everything in this room was known and familiar; she could recall it down to the smallest detail, even with her eyes closed.

From the Hardcover edition.
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Reading Group Guide

“Beautifully written. . . . Captures the dignity and grace of a young woman coming into knowledge of herself and the world.”
Chicago Tribune

The introduction, questions, and suggestions for further reading that follow are intended to enhance your group's discussion of The Rope Walk, Carrie Brown’s powerfully evocative coming-of-age story that unfolds over a crucial summer in the life of a young New England girl.

1. The Rope Walk is told from the point-of-view of a 10-year-old girl. Why has the author written a literary novel for adults from this viewpoint? Does the novel make you reminisce about your own childhood?

2. Describe the similarities and differences between Alice and Theo. Why are they drawn to each other, and why do they become such good friends?

3. In what ways does the author stress the importance of stories, literature, and art in our daily lives in The Rope Walk? What is the importance of collective family stories, particularly those about Alice's mother? How do stories give meaning to Alice’s experience?

4. How is the landscape—the trees, the river, the garden—crucial to this story? How has the physical environment of this small Vermont town helped form the child that is Alice? Why does Theo adapt so well to Vermont even though he is a city boy?

5. Alice meets Theo and Kenneth on her tenth birthday and through them is confronted with issues of race and AIDS. How does befriending these two influence Alice, and what do they teach her about the larger adult world?

6. Why does Kenneth enter Alice and Theo’s lives so suddenly and prominently? How is he different from the other adults around them? How does the presence of these children affect Kenneth?

7. Why do the children choose to read The Journeys of Lewis and Clark to Kenneth? How does this choice influence the children and the course of the novel?

8. Why do the children decide to build a rope walk for Kenneth? Why and how do they keep it a secret from everyone?

9. Though Alice and Theo are motherless during the course of the novel, how do their mothers and memories of their mothers influence their lives? How does the absence of mothers affect both Alice (who has never known her mother) and Theo (who is temporarily removed from his)?

10. Father and daughter annually walk down to the river together—“This was their tradition on her birthday, a tradition begun by Archie for Alice alone [p. 63]. “The Rope Walk is filled with family rituals and traditions. How are these important in giving Alice a sense of her world and of her purpose in it?

11. What kind of home environment do Alice’s father and her brothers create for her? How does she, so much younger than everyone else and the only female, fit into the household?

12. In what ways does this novel remind you of the importance of play and the imagination in childhood? Do you think Alice’s father should have reined the children in before the accident happened?

13. Do you agree with Archie that writing about something is the only way to learn it? What do you think of the “letters of apology” that he makes his children write?

14. Pieces of furniture in Alice’s house have names and memories attached to them as if they were members of the family. Describe the connection between the house and the family. Contrast Alice’s house with the Fitzgerald house.

15. Death appears throughout The Rope Walk in various forms—Alice’s dead mother, the dying figures of Theo’s grandmother and Kenneth, the frozen deer. How do the two children approach and accept death? Do they understand it?

16. Alice captures photos with an imaginary camera throughout the novel. Why? What happens when she eventually finds her mother’s old camera?

17. Though there are references to the year 2005 and to various news events, the novel has a sense of timelessness. How does the author achieve this, and what do you think her intention was?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2008

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    During the summer, I love to find books that grab and send you back to the innocent time of childhood. Even though this book is set in the present, it reminded me of the summer days and nights spent playing until late at night with that special friend. This book has all these elements, plus a dying artist who brings depth to two 10 year olds.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    A Walk Back in Time

    Rope Walk is a wonder of prose and insight, but I couldn't help but be bothered by the fact that children like Alice just don't exist anymore. I kept thinking that the story should have been set in the 30's or 40's, but then, there wouldn't have been a character with AIDS. I found the family idyllic and enviable (despite the loss of their mother), but unbelievable. Doesn't Alice go to school? Watch TV? Like the Smurfs? I also found Alice's voice and insight too mature for her age, especially at the beginning. However, in the moments when I was able to suspend my disbelief and just enjoy the story, it was beautiful. Like a walk back in time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2007

    A Terrific Tale of Friendship and Love

    This novel tells a beautiful story of the friendship, love and compassion that only children can create and share. The characters are compelling, honest and charming and the writing is descriptive and moving.

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