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The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002

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Since its inception in 1915, the Best American series has become the premier annual showcase for the country's finest short fiction and nonfiction. For each volume, a series editor reads pieces from hundreds of periodicals, then selects between fifty and a hundred outstanding works. That selection is pared down to the twenty or so very best pieces by a guest editor who is widely recognized as a leading writer in his or her field. This unique system has helped make the Best ...
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Overview

Since its inception in 1915, the Best American series has become the premier annual showcase for the country's finest short fiction and nonfiction. For each volume, a series editor reads pieces from hundreds of periodicals, then selects between fifty and a hundred outstanding works. That selection is pared down to the twenty or so very best pieces by a guest editor who is widely recognized as a leading writer in his or her field. This unique system has helped make the Best American series the most respected -- and most popular -- of its kind.

The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002 is a selection for readers under twenty-five of the best literature from mainstream and alternative American periodicals: from The New Yorker, Jane, ZYZZYVA, Vibe, The Onion, Spin, Epoch, Time, Little Engines, Modern Humorist, Esquire, and others. Dave Eggers has chosen the highlights of 2001 for this genre-busting collection that includes new fiction, essays, satire, journalism -- and much more. From Eric Schlosser on french fries to Elizabeth McKenzie on awful family to Seaton Smith on how to "jive" with your teen, The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002 is the first and the best.

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From Barnes & Noble
There's nothing compulsory about Dave Eggers's rambunctious anthology of magazine and webzine pieces. The stories, articles, and spoofs that he has pillaged from a cacophonous medley of sources are hip, quick, and saucy. A staggering work of irreverent genius and gobs of fun.
From the Publisher
"[T]he most grown-up young adult fiction excerpts ever compiled."—Allegra Muzzillo, Black Book

"If only this book were mandatory in schools!"—Seventeen

"...[A]n impressive job of collecting..."—Rob Walker The Wall Street Journal

Publishers Weekly
Though it sold briskly when first published in 1866, Toilers of the Sea, by Victor Hugo (1802-1885), is rarely read in the U.S. today. In time for the bicentenary of Hugo's birth, Modern Library has commissioned a new translation by Scot James Hogarth for the first unabridged English edition of the novel, which tells the story of an illiterate fisherman from the Channel Islands who must free a ship that has run aground in order to win the hand of the woman he loves, a shipowner's daughter. Gilliat, the embattled fisherman, contends with sea storms and monstrous predators that Hugo describes in exhilarating detail. Intended to be part of a triptych with Les Miserables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, the book laments the living conditions of impoverished workers, while celebrating their ingenuity and discipline. (Sept. 17) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Many will be drawn to this anthology for the enormous popularity of Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius), who helped young adult literature expert Cart compile the fiction and nonfiction pieces presented here. But this inaugural title in Houghton's newest "Best American" series deserves at least as much attention for the remarkable scope and quality of its works. The 20-plus pieces-some shorter than two pages, some longer than 20-were previously published in various American periodicals (e.g., The New Yorker, Vibe) and cover just about any subject that today's youth (defined as "the under-25 set") would be most interested in reading when not reading a "required" text for a class. These include pop culture and music topics, explorations of identity crises or dysfunctional families, and a poignant tale of surviving culture shock. Then there are the less predictable essays, which include hard-core investigative reporting on politics and international affairs. Much of the writing resembles Eggers's, but it doesn't lack originality and the necessary wit. There is enough rareness here to provoke heavy circulation in both public and academic libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 6/1/02.]-Mirela Roncevic, "Library Journal" Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Fiction and nonfiction pulled from the main- and side-stream by McSweeney's editor Eggers, founder of a San Francisco writing lab for city youth, is the latest in Houghton Mifflin's Great American Series. Even with forewords from inaugural guest editor Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, 2000) and series editor Michael Cart, a well-known YA author, the new category "nonrequired" is less than clear. Even so, there are pieces from old standbys Esquire, Atlantic Monthly, the New York Times Magazine, and, yes, the New Yorker, cheek by jowl with bits from the Onion, Optic Nerve, Spin, and ZYZZYVA. Though aimed at younger-than-boomer readers, the pieces are not necessarily by or about the less-than-middle-aged. Eric Schlosser's "Why McDonald's French Fries Taste So Good" is a fascinating but almost geekily well-researched piece about the flavor enhancement biz; it educates even though it was probably chosen to appeal to vegan terrorists and their supporters. Adrian Tomine's "Bomb Scare," from Optic Nerve, is a gloomy and graphic high-school-life-sucks-so-bad piece that goes on nearly as long as high school. Karl Taro Greenfield's "Speed Demons," from Time, clearly explains the appeal of meth and other uppers. While a number of pieces have been included as comic relief, only David Sedaris (unsurprisingly) and the Onion bits ("Local Hipster Overexplaining Why He Was At The Mall" and "Marilyn Manson Now Going Door To Door Trying To Shock People") are likely to crack anybody up. Perhaps the truly cool don't want to be caught guffawing. Rodney Rothman's almost-nonfiction "My Fake Job," disowned by the New Yorker, is amusing but so dryly that there's no danger of snorting or snotflying. The sentimental favorite is a long, wonderful piece from Sports Illustrated, of all places, by Gary Smith, about a black coach who brings magic to an Amish community in Ohio. Readers who aren't reduced to blubbering should seek medical attention. An alternative to the Banana Republic gift certificate for that difficult nephew with a birthday.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780618246946
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 10/28/2002
  • Series: Best American Nonrequired Reading Series
  • Edition description: None
  • Edition number: 2002
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 921,925
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.68 (d)

Meet the Author

DAVE EGGERS is the editor of McSweeney’s and a cofounder of 826 National, a network of nonprofit writing and tutoring centers for youth, located in seven cities across the United States. He is the author of four books, including What Is the What and How We Are Hungry .

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THE BEST AMERICAN NONREQUIRED READING 2002


HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY

Copyright © 2002 Houghton Mifflin Company
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0618246940


Introduction

Instead of an introduction I give you this:

The pool lights were never on but always there was other light, from streetlamps or from the moon, round and toilet-tank white and licking itself felinely, and the light, whatever its source, would allow us to see the pool's edges and each other. This was high school and it was humid. In the pools someone would always float as if he were dead. Someone would lurk like a squid in the deep end and yank your legs from below. Then you would yelp or someone would scream or giggle or trip over a sprinkler and someone else would whisper-yell Quiet! and we'd have to get out and get any clothes we'd taken off and then jump the fence or the hedge or the wall and get back to the car before the pool owners awoke or the cops came. The convertible we'd borrowed was wet and cool, and we sank down into the seats, six of us squirming together for warmth, Drew starting the car and going, keeping the headlights off for a block, the wind cooler now. Lying on top of each other while horizontal in the back seat, watching the tops of trees as we passed underneath, the car so quiet, so quiet - I don't know why it should have been so quiet, such a big car and so full of people, but I remember no noise in that car, from pool to pool to pool.

By the end of the night we would beswimming naked. Jumping the fence and then pushing our clothes down our bodies and onto the ground, and then a brief look around to catch what we could of our friends' naked bodies, and then into the pool. Water so cool down there. No matter the temperature of the water, always that river down there was cooler, was maybe not a river but a cool hand grabbing around there, forward and back as I swam, the grip of the hand shifting slightly, as anemones shift in the winds under water. Some water was warm, the pools heated during the day, but those were rare and strange anyway, the water hotter than the warm humid July air - it hardy felt like swimming at all, felt like the move from sauna to hot tub, which was lung-squeezing and seemed like too much work or like dying. Some pools were too cold, so cold, not heated but cooled, seemingly - we could never figure out why some pools were so cold but we would jump in; we were not allowed, did not allow ourselves, to feel the water first - and as I would run toward the edge ready to jump someone ahead would already be in with his head popped out and gasping and exhaling Jesus in disbelief and it would be too late to stop; I'd be in the air, doing my nice dive, seeing their big wide eyes as I would break through the water and freeze up everywhere immediately, the cold not on my skin but in my heart, always a seizing first of my heart.

But most of the water was the same, was pool water in July, a coolness to it that was ... when you were in this water you knew you were in water but were not suffering or tired. It made your arms move and you would push your hair from your face and smooth it in back, then let your chin drop into it so the water would come into your mouth and you could spit it out slowly down your neck and you might picture the microbes in that stream of water, sliding down your chin, that they were either having fun doing this, as one would on a waterslide, or that this was for them a tidal wave, terror, the end of the world.

My friend Hand had this convertible only that summer - it was our first summer driving, and at the end of August he would try to cross a swollen creek with it, down near school, and it would flood and soon enough be abandoned. The car could fit eight of us, all small people at that point, and we would go three in the front and four in the back, Hand driving, insisting we call him Captain.

Then the car would go again, smooth and wide. It was so hot that summer, the humidity like breathing through mittens. We would meet at Annie's house, in her older brother's room, Hand and me and Dean dunking on and almost always breaking the cheap Nerf hoop attached to his door, the ball moist from the mouth of Tiger, their dog, now exiled, scratching from the door's other side.

Ritual dictated the stopping first at Hand's aunt's pool, for good luck, even though there was no risk factor - she knew we would come and didn't mind - and so we would jump the fence and run quickly through her yard, jump the hose, dive in, swim across and sling ourselves out in one motion, and continue, around the side of the house, the grass cool and itchy, over the wood log fence into the neighbor's and then through their side garden and to the street and into the boatcar again. If it all went off hitchless, no cuts or loud sounds, we would know the night's luck would be good.

We were all horny little people and looking to make mistakes. Hand and Jennifer were together so the variables were Dean and the rest, really, because I wasn't someone they were interested in. Sometimes Frankie came out too, and that's why the girls even bothered, to get a shot at either of them, Dean or Frankie, or to get a look at Hand's dick, which was supposed to be huge but wasn't really, or maybe it was - I'm the wrong one to ask, I guess. I still have no idea how it all worked, who decided on whom and how. I was always ready for anything, for any of the girls, who were all out of my league, and I was supposed to know this but kept forgetting.

Diving boards were as much curse as blessing - they made us loud and lazy and loose, and that's how we got caught. We stopped at a nice pool that night, by the unincorporated land, the water clean and arctic blue, only our second one that night. The house looked empty; no cars in the driveway, no lights on except one in front but no one in that room so we figured we had time. Hand was doing his serious diving, and Dean was doing his Dean Martin thing where he pretended to fall off with a drink in his hand, and everyone was shrieking, which is a stupid thing to do.

Soon the yard lights came on; a silhouette in the porch door. We were quick. Dean was over the fence and Hand right behind him but Ellen and I were smack in the middle of the man's pool still and he was right there, now by the edge, in a polo shirt and khakis and holding a tumbler full of something tinkly. He crouched down slowly and looked in his water.

"Are one of you Shannon?"

I know now that he was tipsy and nearsighted and thought that his niece, who went to our school, had come to use the pool, but I didn't know these things at the time and Ellen didn't say anything, so I said, "We all are."

I didn't know yet that there were only two of us left. But I figured we were caught anyway and so we might as well have fun. I went on: "Who are you? That's the real question."

There was a long pause. The trees everywhere were black.

"Who am I? I am the owner of this pool!"

Honking was coming from the street. Everyone was in the car and waiting. We should have just run for it.

"Property is theft," offered Ellen.

The man said nothing. He stood up again and now was looking into the woods. It was strange.

No one was talking. I thought maybe he would shoot us. I dropped under the surface and sank, cross-legged, until I was sitting on the bottom, hoping by the time I came up everything would be settled - either we'd be free to go or he was calling the cops. I sank to the bottom. My leg was rubbed by a white tube attached to a kind of sentient floor-cleaner, moving slowly along the pool's sandpapery bottom, of its own accord. I tried to ride it but it stopped when I stood on it. I ran out of air. I came up under a raft. Ellen, now in a towel, was sitting with the man at the patio table. I couldn't hear what they were saying.

They saw me under the raft.

"Get out - it's okay," Ellen said. I did, and put on my shorts. Ellen watched me. The man pointed to a towel on a chair.

He wasn't mad. Ellen had told him we were classmates of Shannon's. I sat down, warm in the thick soft towel, and told him I had Shannon in Trig and she was cool. The man liked that.

"You kids want some pop or something?"

"Sure," Ellen said.

"No thanks," I said, staring at her. I wanted to be gone.

"I want some," she said, louder.

We followed the man through his kitchen and into his living room. He didn't say anything about us being wet so we forged ahead, dripping on his tile, on his clean rugs. He went to a bar area, fancy with crystal decanters and everything like Dynasty, and poured us something from a carafe. I smelled it. Pepsi. The TV was on. We sipped our Pepsi and watched a dog bite a baby's face, an audience laughing.

The man sat on his coffee table and sighed.

"So where did the others go? It sounded like there were about ten of you."

"They had to go study," I said.

"Hmm." He sipped his drink. Then he looked at us - Ellen, then me. "You kids do drugs?"

I froze. Uh-oh, he was going to offer us drugs. Just like the lady the football players went to, the one they called Big Joan, who gave them beer and pot and ran card games. Did every town have one of these people, so lonely that he let teenagers do things like that in his home?

"No thanks," I said. "Not tonight."

The man looked confused.

We watched the TV a little more. The man was wearing athletic socks under his sandals. I was about to announce our departure when the man said, "Well, I'm going to go to bed. Leave the TV on when you go."

He went upstairs.

"Should we go?" I asked.

"Let's stay," Ellen said.

We waited until the car stopped honking and they figured we were caught and we settled in, in our bathing suits, on the couch of Shannon Wharton's uncle, and after watching the news we kissed.

It didn't go far and never happened again. Ellen with her coal eyes and perfectly tanning arms.

What this has to do with this collection I will never know.

About this collection:

1. It's not scientific.

These collections, the Best Americans, usually comprise work that first appeared in American periodicals in a given year. In this case, two of the pieces - by Adrian Tomine and Zoe Trope - didn't technically appear in any magazine but were instead published on their own, by small presses.

Also, we didn't look at every last thing published in every last periodical in 2001. The idea for this collection came about late in the year, and we scrambled to get it done in time and get the mix right, even if it meant bending some rules.

Rodney Rothman's "My Fake Job" has two qualification problems. First, it was actually first published at the tail end of 2000. Second, when it was published, labeled as nonfiction in The New Yorker, it subsequently turned out that there were fictional elements to the story. The author describes getting a massage from a masseuse - I won't give anything else away - and this massage never, in fact, happened. This is the primary offending portion, and while we don't for a second condone adding fictional elements to something called journalism - and The New Yorker, which has the most exacting factual standards, justifiably disowned the piece - we feel the story is a valuable and extremely funny one, with a lot to say about the dot-com boom, and maybe even why it went bust. Read Rothman's story as a piece of fiction, though one based extremely closely on real life.

2. The order is alphabetical.

The Best American collections are almost always printed in alphabetical order, by the author's last name. This is the easiest way to do it, of course, and the most elegant, but it means that stories shouldn't necessarily be read in order. In the first half of this collection, you get a good deal of hard journalism, primarily about war and refugees, from Afghanistan to the Sudan, followed immediately by a number of less serious pieces, about malls and Marilyn Manson. We didn't group anything by theme, and won't be offended if you skip around.

3. We had a lot of help with this.

Out here in San Francisco, we recently opened 826 Valencia, a writing and tutoring lab for young students in the Mission district. We offer drop-in tutoring, in-class workshops, free classes and vocational training, and scholarships. We work a lot with another group, Youth Speaks, which helps students interested in spoken-word poetry, among other things. When I was asked to edit this collection, I immediately asked the students of Youth Speaks and 826 Valencia - all of them high school age - to help find and judge the work we were sifting through.

They did an amazing job. We had stacks all over the office, three and four feet high, and the job of the student readers was to read the pieces, talk about them, vote on them, and let us know what they thought would be good in the collection. They spent countless hours at our Valencia Street space and at home reading the work we'd found, and when we felt we were still short of things we felt strongly about, they did research of their own. They took their task very seriously, and we took their opinions very seriously.

I'd like to thank Nico Cary, Rafael Casal, Katri Foster, Irene Garcia, Chinaka Hodge, Adam Tapia-Grassi, Janet Yukhtman, and my brother Chris for their honesty - their brutal honesty - and for their consistently hard work in making The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002 what it is. Also, a few dozen of the tutors of 826 Valencia spent long hours sifting and reading, and their work was essential. Extra thanks go to Kiara Brinkman, Janelle Brown, James Daly, Arne Johnson, Matthew Ness, Jenny Traig, and especially Jason Roberts and Kate Kudirka.

This collection: ifs a strange and potent mix of stuff, always frank, never shrinking, all over the world and back - a collection we're really proud of. I hope you find something here that removes your head and flies away, or gets inside you and lights you up.

Dave Eggers



Excerpted from THE BEST AMERICAN NONREQUIRED READING 2002 Copyright © 2002 by Houghton Mifflin Company
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Table of Contents

Foreword
Introduction
The Pamphleteer 1
The Lost Boys 9
Naji's Taliban Phase 15
Generation Exile 25
Speed Demons 37
Hubcap Diamondstar Halo 49
Toil and Temptation 61
Snacks 75
Stop that Girl 81
The Nice New Radicals 95
Local Hipster Overexplaining Why he was at the Mall 105
Marilyn Manson Now Going Door-to-Door Trying to Shock People 109
Journal of a New Cobra Recruit 113
My Fake Job 117
Fourth Angry Mouse 133
Why McDonald's Fries Taste So Good 151
Blood Poison 165
To Make a Friend, be a Friend 185
Higher Education 193
"Jiving" with Your Teen 217
Bomb Scare 221
Selections from Please don't Kill the Freshman 255
Contributors' Notes 269
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2004

    Sometimes the spin-off is better than the original!

    Where the Best American series has always seemed, to me, to take itself so seriously, this hip little offspring offers up some fun! (It's easier to tote around as well) The writing is colorful and witty.In a world of factiods and ticker tape info, it proves that quick,nonrequired reads CAN be enjoyable. My only complaint is that it has been marketed so pointedly at a younger crowd. Everyone I know, including myself (and I dare say many of the volume's contributors), who has read and loved the stories, is hovering at least in the mid-thirties! Dispite my age,I look forward to enjoying future volumes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2003

    A Satisfied Reader

    As a busy 20-something, I love short stories, and this is one of the best collections I've read. Most of the stories are humorous, while I actually learned something from others. Definitely a great read, for either recreational or serious readers!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2002

    The Inaugural Edition

    This year the Best American Series created a new volume: The Best American Nonrequired Reading. Michael Cart (My Father's Scar) is the series editor, and Dave Eggers is the guest editor. And considering it's Eggers, this volume should do well. It contains some good stories and articles. What hurts it the most is a lack of continuity. It's hard to figure out just what falls into the category of 'nonrequired reading,' even after reading the introductions and the collection. It is a combination of fiction and essays, and seems to have a humourous and experimental slant. It also seems to be directed, as the editors say, to the younger generation, those that fall between 15 and 25 (but good essays and fiction are good for all ages). Most selections come from 'alternative' sources, but there are a few that first appeared in The New Yorker and Esquire and the likes. Still, it is tough to figure out exactly what the criteria for being chosen for this volume is. Even so, it is a good volume of work, well worth reading (like the Best American series tends to be). The essays/articles in the volume cover a wide range. There is humor (Jenny Bitner¿s ¿The Pamphleteer¿; Seth Mnookin¿s ¿The Nice New Radicals¿; ¿Jiving With Your Teen¿ by Seaton Smith; and two selections from The Onion). There¿s an essay (¿Generation Exile¿) about Tibet, drugs (¿Speed Demons¿ which concerns methamphetamine use in Thai), illegal aliens (Kamber¿s ¿Toil and Temptation¿) and their adjustment to America. Sara Corbett¿s poignant essay ¿The Lost Boys¿ (from The New York Times Upfront) about refugees from Africa, and their culture shock and adjustment of coming to America (Minnesota no less). Eric Schlosser¿s ¿Why McDonald¿s Fries Taste So Good¿ is here. And there are the essays that don¿t quite fit (Finkel¿s essay from the New York Times Magazine about the battle in Afghanistan- pre Sept 11; Gary Smith¿s ¿Higher Education¿, which is an article from Sports Illustrated about a high school coach who comes to a small Mennonite community and opens their eyes and hearts ). Overall the essays shoot for a younger audience and one that is more Eco or Libertarian. I found the essays to be pretty weak, overall. There are some good ones, but these feel like rejects for the sister publication, Best American Essays. And for fiction there is Sam Lipsyte¿s ¿Snacks¿ about a youth¿s alienation because of obesity; Elizabeth McKenzie¿s great story ¿Stop That Girl¿ which covers a child who feels she is being replaced by her mother¿s new husband and baby, and this story has a great ending; Keith Pille¿s ¿Journal of a New COBRA Recruit¿ from McSweeneys.net, which is a hilarious short about a youth joining COBRA (from G.I. Joe) and his training, and this one is very funny; Rodney Rothman¿s ¿My Fake Job¿ from The New Yorker is a hilarious account of a man pretending to work somewhere-you have to read it to truly appreciate it (and it caused a bit of controversy from the New Yorker; David Schickler¿s ¿Fourth Angry Mouse¿; ¿Blood Poison¿ by Heidi Jon Schmidt (which contains a dark undercurrent, probably of molestation); the always hilarious Dave Sedaris with his ¿To Make a Friend, Be a Friend¿ from Esquire. The final two selections, both fiction, of the volume definitely fall under the experimental. Adrian Tomine¿s comic, ¿Bomb Scare¿ from Optic Nerve #8 is here. It is somewhat disjointed and the title doesn¿t fit, but it is a story of troubled teens. And then there are selections from ¿Please Don¿t Kill the Freshman¿ written by a h.s. freshman girl, who goes under the pseudonym `Zoe Trope.¿ This one is self published and pretty bad. Very disjointed, and once again, troubled teen. The fiction runs the range from the bad to the really good, but most fall in the middle range. They seem like the selections that didn¿t quite made the Best American Short Stories cut (except for Sedaris, Rothman, and Pille). And there is just bad work in here: Camden Joy¿s ¿Hubcap Diamondstar Halo.¿ Bu

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