Skipped Parts

Skipped Parts

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by Tim Sandlin
     
 

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"Skipped Parts is somewhere between The Catcher in the Rye and Even Cowgirls Get the Blues."-Los Angeles Times Book Review

The novel that inspired the movie starring Mischa Barton and Drew Barrymore

Banished to the hinterlands of Wyoming, rebellious Lydia Callahan and

Overview

"Skipped Parts is somewhere between The Catcher in the Rye and Even Cowgirls Get the Blues."-Los Angeles Times Book Review

The novel that inspired the movie starring Mischa Barton and Drew Barrymore

Banished to the hinterlands of Wyoming, rebellious Lydia Callahan and her thirteen-year-old son Sam have no choice but to cope. But while Lydia drinks and talks to the moose head on the wall, Sam finds a friend in local girl Maurey Pierce.

Sam and Maurey set out to discover for themselves what happens in the "skipped parts" of the novels they read — between the first kiss and the next morning. With Lydia's support the two teens set out on their sexual exploration, and deal with its consequences.

One of the wildest, raunchiest, most heartfelt coming-of-age novels of the past thirty years, Skipped Parts puts Tim Sandlin in the upper echelon of contemporary comic novelists.

This contemporary novel is raunchy, funny, and full of heart, perfect for fans of Nick Hornby, Jack Kerouac, Tom Robbins, Larry McMurtry, Joseph Heller, John Irving, Kurt Vonnegut, Carl Hiaasen.

Other books in Tim Sandlin's GroVant Trilogy:
Skipped Parts, Book 1
Sorrow Floats, Book 2
Social Blunders, Book 3
Lydia, Book 4

What readers are saying about Skipped Parts:

"deals with coming of age in a humorous and often poignant way"

"Plot twists that would make J.K. Rowling jealous, humor, beautifully drawn characters, a great sense for the detail of the West"

"sometimes heartwarming, often heartbreaking"

"poignant, FUNNY, SHOCKING, and even heartbreaking"

"the deep humor comes from the extraordinary characters"

"funny, sad, and full of heart"

What reviewers are saying about Skipped Parts:

"DAZZLING...moving...Sam's carapace is humor...He thinks like Holden Caulfield and has Joseph Heller's take on despair. His Walter Mitty—like fantasies are tiny comic gems... In the end you'll find yourself rooting for Sam." -New York Times Book Review

"A lighthearted, amusing, and tender story of preteen wisdom, adult immaturity, and the fine line between...An offbeat, engaging novel." -Publisher's Weekly

"This witty, often touching portrayal of a dirt-street-wise youth's coming-of-age sparkles with intelligence." -Booklist

"Thoughtful, surprising, and delightful entertainment." -St. Louis Post-Dispatch

What everyone is saying about Tim Sandlin:

"Tim Sandlin's stuff is as tight and funny as anyone doing this comedy novel thing." -Christopher Moore

"His prose, his characters, all amazing."

"A story of grand faux pas and dazzling dysfunction...a wildly satirical look at the absurdities of modern life." -The New York Times Book Review

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Confirming the promise of Sex and Sunsets and Western Swing , Sandlin has created a lighthearted, amusing and tender story of preteen wisdom, adult immaturity and the fine line between. It's 1963 when 13-year-old Sam Callahan and his tart-tongued, divorced, misbehaving mother, Lydia, are banished to the hick town of GroVont, Wyo., by Lydia's Southern-gentleman father, Casper. The only other intelligent sixth-grader in GroVont is spirited, pretty Maurey Pierce. Sharing their books, Sam and Maurey set out to discover what happens in the lost paragraphs between the first kiss and the happily ever after. With some coaching from liberated Lydia, the kids begin practicing for their first real sexual experience. Complications arise when Sam--envisioning romantic futures in the humorous, perceptive short stories he writes--finds himself in love with Maurey. Strong-willed Maurey, however, insists that they pair off with others for ``normal'' dating, even after she discovers she's pregnant. Hilarious teenage dating scenes are neatly contrasted with Lydia's unwise romantic entanglements and the pathetic snobbery of small-town social cliques. Narrated in Sam's adolescent voice--authentic in its tone and use of the vernacular--this offbeat, engaging novel elicits nonstop chuckles and, sometimes, a tear or two. (Mar.)
Library Journal
Sandlin ( Western Swing, LJ 4/1/88) continues his quirky brand of humor in a Western setting, but unfortunately with less originality and freshness. Thirteen- year-old Sam Callahan's wild mother Lydia has displeased her father (who controls the purse strings) and so is banished from South Carolina to the quiet town of GroVont, Wyoming. She spends most of her time sitting around being disdainfully witty and drinking gin while son Sam writes short stories. Along comes precocious adolescent Maurey Pierce, who decides it's time she lost her virginity. Sam and Maurey experiment under liberal Lydia's roof; then Maurey gets pregnant. When she goes for an abortion and finds her mother there, all hell breaks loose. Though wittily told (sometimes to the point of being too cutesy), this is reminiscent of Larry McMurtry's The Last Pic ture Show , but kinkier, in its depiction of the decay and hypocrisy behind the seemingly benign facade of small-town life. Basically, it's been done before. A marginal purchase.-- Rosellen Brewer, Monterey Cty. Free Libs., Seaside, Cal.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781402241710
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
09/07/2010
Series:
GroVont Series, #1
Pages:
416
Product dimensions:
5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.10(d)

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From Chapter One

I remember being way out in right field and my nose hurt. Hurt like king-hell, as if my sinuses were full of chlorine. Now I know that when anyone moves from the South to Wyoming, their nose always hurts like king-hell for two weeks. Has something to do with the humidity, I guess, or the altitude.

But at the time, standing out there in right field pretending to spit in my glove so I could hide my right hand as it pinched my nostrils, I thought Lydia and I were the first Southerners ever lost in Wyoming. I also thought the nose pain meant I had leukemia and would die soon.

"Sam, Sam, can you hear me?"

Sam's eyes fluttered in weak recognition of his grandfather's presence.

"Sam, I'm so sorry you're dying of leukemia, I'm sorry I shipped you and your mom out to the Wilderness when you needed to be home the most."

Sam tried to raise his hand. It was a noble effort.

"Sam, this is your grandfather, can you forgive me before you die?"

The poor boy's lips worked, he made the supreme effort, but no words of forgiveness would escape his mouth. Slowly, painfully, he smiled.

Back then I often had recurring daydreams of people being sorry when I died.

Out in right field, I was keenly aware that people were watching me. Where they watched from, I wasn't certain, but I always know when I'm being watched. It makes my butt itch. I have a feeling this deal goes back to the second grade when Lydia told me not to scratch in public because someone was always watching. Lydia's the kind of mother who would do that to a kid. Since I couldn't scratch where it itched and my nose hurt like king-hell, I stood out there in right field kind of twitching. I hunched my right shoulder up to rub my ear, then blinked my eyes hard, trying to scratch my sinuses from the inside. I raised up on my toes and tensed my butt cheeks. That didn't help at all, made me feel more watched.

The trouble, of course, was social alienation. I'd always played baseball with gas company conduits behind third base and the Caspar Callahan Carbon Paper plant twenty yards off the first-base foul pole. Now, nothing lay behind third base, only the bare valley floor stretching forever to a line of green along a river, then another forever before the Tetons jumped up two dimensional in the background.

The openness got me. There are no treeless spots in North Carolina-unless someone's fought like king-hell to make them that way. Here, I could see a tree up by the school and a few scraggly little willows we'd call weeds marked the home run fence behind me, but other than that-zip. Zappo. Nothing. I was lost in limbo where the unbaptized babies go when they die.

Off the first-base line was almost as bad. A bunch of rural, shrieking types played pathetic volleyball. They all had their hands over their heads like apes. I could see pit stains from thirty yards. If the wind changed, I'd be in big trouble. The batter swung wide and missed by a foot. He was tall and gangly. One thing I had to admit about Wyoming, even in the midst of my bad attitude, the kids might be ugly but hardly any of them were fat. Maybe a girl or two, and they were more muscled broad than fat. I spit in my glove again. Somewhere along the line I'd decided spit was good for leather and not to be wasted. The kid batter swung again and again missed by a mile.

"Sam, you've only been gone from Greensboro a short time, yet you've returned with the demeanor of a cowboy."

Sam tipped his wide-brimmed hat. "Yup."

"You seem so much taller and more enigmatic."

"Yup."

Caspar had banished us before-that's what he did when Lydia pulled one of her classic boners. But that was to Maine or Georgia Sea Island and summertime. This was a mockery. Mars. The inside of a vacuum cleaner bag.

I heard laughter. They weren't just watching, they were laughing at me. I chose to take the high road of the sports hero and ignore them.

The night before-our first night in hell as she called it-Lydia had told me about school. "Sam, honey bunny." The honey-bunny stuff was a nasty habit. "Sam, honey bunny, you're at the worst age possible to be starting a new school. You can handle it one of two ways. You can wallow in superiority, tell yourself everyone's a stupid yahoo but you."

"Yahoo," I said.

"Or you can be nervous as heck that you won't fit in and no one will like you and you can suck up like a puppy dog."

"Neither way sounds fun," I said.

"I advise superiority. It has always stood me well." This conversation took place before 10:30.

"Hey, kid, throw the ball."

I ignored them. I wasn't sure how it had happened, but the gangly kid stood on second and there was a new batter.

"Hey, dummy."

A ranch boy crossed the foul line, walking straight toward me. I concentrated on the new batter who was a spastic or some such. He switched sides of the plate between every pitch. The boy came up on my left. "You deaf, kid?" He was real skinny and had bad pits on his chin. When he spit a wad of juice, I looked at his swollen cheek in amazement. I'd never seen anyone chew tobacco and this guy couldn't have been more than thirteen, fourteen years old.

"Can I help you?"

The boy wrinkled his nose and mimicked in a high voice.

"Can I help you."

"What's the problem?"

"Our volleyball." The boy had about six inches of extra belt hanging off his buckle.

"Your volleyball's the problem?"

"You've got it."

I looked down at the ball at his feet. Same color as Lydia's skin. "I'm sorry, I didn't see it."

"How could you not see it. It's right there." The boy bent down to pick up the ball. "We thought you were foreign. Can't understand American."

From the left side of the plate, the batter drilled a high fly down the right field line and I took off. I'd show the turkeys.

Not a kid in Wyoming could make this catch. I pictured myself, at a dead run, reaching out, spearing the ball, then whirling and firing a strike to the cowboy-booted second baseman to nail the gangly base runner.

Almost worked that way.

I flew across the playground, made the jump, snared the ball, and came down with my left foot in a hole. As I started to fall, I caught myself with a straight right leg, stumbled a couple steps, pitched forward, and hung myself on the volleyball-net guy wire. Would have done permanent damage, except the force of the sprawl yanked up the stake holding down the guy wire. As it was, my head jerked back, my feet kept going, and I made a sound like yerp. Then I slammed to my back. I rolled into the pole which, without its guy wire, fell across my body, bringing the net down on my face.

Breathing was tough. I lay in silence, staring at the blue above. A black bird circled up near a cloud. Yellowish spots formed at the corners, swelling in front of my eyes. Turning my head carefully, I looked at my left hand. The ball lay tucked in my mitt. It had been worth it.

Way high, a face came into view. She had remarkably welldefined cheekbones, dark hair pulled back, and blue eyes. Black hair and blue eyes, like Hitler.

The eyes blinked once. She opened her pretty mouth and disgust dripped off her voice. "Smooth move, Ex-Lax."

Meet the Author

Tim Sandlin has published eight novels. Two of his screenplays have been made into movies. He turned forty with no phone, TV, or flush toilet and spent more time talking to the characters in his head than the people around him. He now has seven phone lines, four TVs he doesn't watch, three flush toilets, and a two-headed shower. He lives happily (indoors) with his family in Jackson, Wyoming.

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Skipped Parts 3.3 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 346 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked up Skipped Parts by accident and I finished it in twenty four hours. I read the last two pages at the red light in front of my house and glanced at the about the author to my utmost exitement i learned it was a trilogy i skipped class and headed right to the store and bought Sorrow Floats. I finished that in twenty hours. READ THIS TRILOGY
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First of all, this is an ADULT book. I thought from reading the description, it might be something my daughter might like. Not unless she's over 18! A lot of sexual situations (teenage sex- minors with minors) But since I'm an adult, I thought it was hilarious and parts brought tears to my eyes! I want to read the two follow up books, to find out what happends to Maurey and Sam! I loved it and would recommend to all of the ADULTS out there who would like to read the funny side of growing up, from a 13 yr old boy's perspective! Definately recommend this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thirteen year old Sam Callahan is smart and curious about the world around him. A bit too curious I'd say. It's not a smart thing to experment with sex because it leads to consiquences. His mother Lydia is a bit over the top with the smoking and drinking and all but she proves her worth. Good book some parts not suitable for children under the eight grade. This book is a very good lesson for almost everyone.
kidney4 More than 1 year ago
Though I enjoyed reading this book, the storyline was a bit bizarre. The fact that Sam's mother taught him to have sex and how to satisfy a woman at such an early age was slightly inappropriate, especially if a younger reader picks this up. Perhaps a warning as to what age a person should read this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has evil elephants in it
mwinter More than 1 year ago
I liked the story line to this and reminded me of my younger days. Sometimes it was hard to believe the ages of these kids for what they were doing and getting away with. I look forward to reading the other 2 books in the trilogy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It got my attention from the start! It has a lot of interesting plot twists and immerses you into the story of Sam and Maurey. I loved every second of reading it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't get passed the first couple chapters--author finds a way to be as raunchy and disgusting as possible with his teenage protagonist. There was no need for this trash. Don't. waste your time
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I skipped parts and skipped ahead on this one. A bit too x rated for me. And I thought it to be completely unbelievable. However, it was well written with a few chuckles.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A mother teaching her 13 year old son how to have sex with a 13 year old girl who gets pregnant! That is sooo wrong! Im not a prude and a good romance or coming to age story is fun... But NOT 13 year olds! This was a "free book Friday book". I'm glad it was free... now I'm deleting it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could only read a few pages. It just did not make any sense.
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Sam and Maurey's story is full of dysfunctional relationships and families. It is a funny read and well worth your time. This book is the first in a series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read
huskerjake More than 1 year ago
I found myself really drawn to the characters in the book. At first I was put off by the subject, but then started really getting sucked in to the drama. I started feeling for Sam even though this was 180 degrees different from my childhood. For one of the first times I found myself wanting to know what happened to the main characters after the end of the book. Does Sam finally get the girl, or does she still rip his heart out? Surprisingly good book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best books i've read in a very, very long time. Every page pulls an emotion out of you in someway, if you're not laughing, you're disgusted. I didn't want for this book to end. Good thing that it's part of a trilogy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I highly recommend all of Tim Sandlins wonderfully amusing books. He has a style that is a charming and refreshing break from the norm.
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YoyoMitch More than 1 year ago
Skipped Parts” a phrase indicating missing elements, whose importance is not noticed until well after they are needed, at which time the problem created by said parts being skipped is well established, of near overwhelming mass and cause for potential general panic when the void becomes widely known. For Sam Callahan, the untrustworthy narrator of this often hilarious, then by turn profane, novel, Skipped Parts refers to those moments in the fiction writing of pre-1960’s that are left to the reader’s imagination. For a 13 year-old on the brink of discovering adulthood, those parts are vital, he is curiosity about them boundless, in his pursuit of learning of these things, the fun ensues.  The fun lasts until he learns why those missing parts were so important and why they were needed before he got to this point in life. Sam and his mother, Lydia age “less than 30,” have been banished to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The reason for their exile from Greensboro, N.C., by the hand of his Grandfather, Casper – the Carbon Paper King of America (the year being 1963, carbon paper is still in high demand but the seeds of its demise have been sown by Xerox and IBM) is a mystery to Sam. When the two had been expelled previously, it was always to more “civilized” places; “(Jackson Hole) was a mockery. Mars. Inside a vacuum cleaner bag. (p.10)” The world Sam will see a year from that observation is eons away from those early experiences. In that year he has seen enough to have returned to a safe, familiar home and found it to be enough. The book follows Sam on his journey from May ‘63 to June ’64. That year huge changes Sam and the World. Both grow up, losing significant parts of their innocence, getting eyes blackened and their hearts broken, while gaining perspective and, in Sam’s case at least, a family.  In all such journeys, this one is full of pain and discovery. Sam learns that not all things pleasurable bring pleasure and that just because something is difficult doesn’t mean he cannot accomplish it.   Much of this learning occurs with Maurey, the Blue-eyed (“eyes like Hitler” p.12) beautiful girl in his class. Lydia and Maurey are cut from the same cloth – smart, rebellious, unafraid, impulsive and mature beyond their abilities.  As much as Sam comes of age in the time the reader spends with him, Lydia grows up. She and Maurey step into their appropriate roles, accepting their choices and embracing the life set before them. Sam often gets dragged into the slip stream of these two juggernauts but managing to stay upright in their wake.  Sam, Lydia, Casper, Maurey – everyone – has skipped parts that are of large value in and to life.  While this is a book about children growing up in a far different time it is NOT a book for children. The book ends with the suggestion that what is skipped is vital, it will find a way to be known. May God help us all when those parts reveal themselves.
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