The Gunners

The Gunners

by Rebecca Kauffman

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The Gunners by Rebecca Kauffman

"Kauffman has done something remarkable with The Gunners. . . She's made spending time with [her characters] not just tolerable but delightful. And she's achieved this not by manufacturing likability, but by so convincingly rendering the affection between them that you accept each character's foibles as readily as they do one another's . . . There's so much generosity and spirit and humor shared by whatever characters are on the page at any given time that I was always happy to accompany them." — The New York Times Book Review

Following her wonderfully received first novel, Another Place You’ve Never Been , called “mesmerizing,” “powerful,” and “gorgeous,” by critics all over the country, Rebecca Kauffman returns with Mikey Callahan, a thirty-year-old who is suffering from the clouded vision of macular degeneration. He struggles to establish human connections—even his emotional life is a blur.

As the novel begins, he is reconnecting with “The Gunners,” his group of childhood friends, after one of their members has committed suicide. Sally had distanced herself from all of them before ending her life, and she died harboring secrets about the group and its individuals. Mikey especially needs to confront dark secrets about his own past and his father. How much of this darkness accounts for the emotional stupor Mikey is suffering from as he reaches his maturity? And can The Gunners, prompted by Sally’s death, find their way to a new day? The core of this adventure, made by Mikey, Alice, Lynn, Jimmy, and Sam, becomes a search for the core of truth, friendship, and forgiveness.

A quietly startling, beautiful book, The Gunners engages us with vividly unforgettable characters, and advances Rebecca Kauffman’s place as one of the most important young writers of her generation.

"A moving novel . . . Each character comes to terms with their dark past, and uncertain futures—like an intimate hangout session, dashed with suspense and few extra layers of emotional beauty. You'll find yourself thinking of Freaks and Geeks , The Big Chill , and maybe all those friends you've been meaning to text." — Entertainment Weekly , The Must List

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781619029897
Publisher: Counterpoint Press
Publication date: 03/20/2018
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 79,163
Product dimensions: 6.20(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

REBECCA KAUFFMAN is originally from rural northeastern Ohio. She received her B.A. in Classical Violin Performance from the Manhattan School of Music, and several years later, she received her M.F.A. in creative writing from New York University. She currently lives in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. She is also the author of Another Place You’ve Never Been , which was long-listed for the Center for Fiction’s First Novel Prize.

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CHAPTER 1


Mikey Callahan discovered something about himself when he was six years old.

Students from his first-grade class were taken one at a time from the classroom and ushered to the gymnasium for standard medical tests. The woman who barked his name, (although she called for Michael, instead of Mikey, as his classmates knew him), held his hand as she walked him down the hall, and her fingers were as dry and cool as a husk. In the gymnasium, there were rectangular tables, screens, clipboards, grown-ups dressed in white. A man with a rust-colored moustache put a cold rubber point into Mikey's ears, stared in at them, and led him through a series of easy tests; instructing Mikey to close his eyes and repeat words the man whispered, then listen to two recorded tones and tell him which was louder.

Mikey proceeded to the next station, where he was asked once again to close his eyes, and say " Now ," when he detected that he had been touched, on his face or his arm, by the tip of a pen. Easy. Mikey liked this better than sitting in a classroom, and he enjoyed being touched in this way. Gentle, clinical.

At the final station, an easel at the far end of a long table displayed a white paper with a pyramid of black letters on it. A woman stood next to the paper and pointed at letters one at a time, and Mikey read the letters back to her. The letters got smaller as she moved down the page, and he struggled to read the final two rows. The woman made a note on her clipboard, then she handed him a black plastic spoon and asked him to cover his left eye with it. She replaced the set of letters with a fresh one and repeated the exercise, with similar results.

She said, "Cover your other eye now," and turned the page on her easel once again.

Mikey did not raise the spoon to his face. He felt the heat of dark blood spreading up into his cheeks. He said, "But that's my good one."

The lady said, "What now, hon?"

"I can't cover this one," he gestured toward his right eye, puzzled by her request. "It's the one that works."

The lady came and knelt before him. She looked at his face and said, "Oh, dear."

Mikey didn't understand.

She explained to him that both eyes were supposed to work; most people had two good eyes.

Mikey nodded slowly as he considered this. He had a compulsion to nod when faced with unpleasant information.

He said, "Please, let's not tell my dad."

When Mikey got home from school that day, his father stared at his left eye, the bad one, with a look of mild distaste, then he lead Mikey through a series of his own tests, as though the school had exaggerated the condition. He made Mikey close his right eye and tell him how many fingers he was holding up. Mikey tried to answer correctly, fluttering his right eye open to peek. He begged his father not to make him wear a patch like a pirate, and his father said, "What in the hell would that accomplish?"

His father told him he must make the decision, right at that moment, whether the world would know about the left eye, or whether it would be Mikey's secret, and he seemed relieved when Mikey quickly answered that it would be his secret. As though the condition, if known by others, would in some way reflect poorly upon both of them. They didn't speak of it again.


Mikey's father worked for the meat-packaging facility in Eden, several towns over. He always smelled of blood and had red in the corners of his fingernails, carrying with him the insinuation of violence, brute force. His face was lumpy, as though it had been stuffed full, his eyes drooped. For Mikey's entire childhood, the two of them lived in the first floor of a townhouse on Ingram Street in Lackawanna, a depressed suburb of South Buffalo. Only half the homes on their block were occupied. The others had boards for windows, liquor bottles smashed into the front porches, stray cats shitting in overgrown lawns. The upstairs tenants in their townhouse wore slippers to the store and always smelled vaguely sulfuric, and they engaged in monthly screaming arguments with the landlord over late rent and threats of eviction. Mikey's father always paid rent on time, but sometimes he forgot about the utilities, and a man in navy would show up demanding a cash payment – saying that if they couldn't pay, he'd pull the plug on their house, and then how would they see at night? What would they eat?

Mikey's father ate four things: cereal, apples, white bread with cold cuts, and Chips Ahoy cookies. Mikey was not introduced to other foods until he was offered them by his friends from their lunchboxes or by his friends' mothers in their homes.

Mikey did not have a mother of his own, and because his father refused to provide any information on this matter, Mikey took it upon himself to search their home for clues. He looked for things he had seen in the homes of his friends belonging to their mothers: a ball of pantyhose or shoe with a pointy heel, long lists written in cursive, a little plastic basket filled with nail polish or a box of Tampax beneath the sink, an apron with roosters or reindeer embroidered onto it. He recovered not one piece of hard evidence in his own home.

On one occasion, however, Mikey discovered a single item that didn't fit in his home; it wasn't quite right. It was a small suitcase located in the corner of his father's closet, beneath a stack of neatly folded sweaters in various shades of gray. The suitcase was tacky and bright – it was the only thing in their entire home that Mikey simply could not imagine his father purchasing. When Mikey opened the suitcase, the scent of the cobalt blue lining inside tickled at a memory, as faint and faraway and indistinct as a single puff of smoke. Maybe a memory of a memory. Even so, Mikey began to wonder if he had not been born out of a lady's peeing-hole (like his friends), but had simply arrived in this suitcase, which was perfectly sized to hold a small child and vaguely womb-like in its shape. Mikey had no proof that this suitcase had produced him, but as a young boy it was his most persistent theory, and he liked to open the thing and stroke its strange synthetic fur and imagine that life had begun in this soft, blue place.



Mikey's father was a man of dark and quiet emotions. Things were rarely horrible between Mikey and his father, at least not in the usual ways; things were not vicious or unbearable. But things were never easy. Mikey's father had bad knees and bad moods, a shadowy disposition. He drank too often, (daily), but rarely too much in a single sitting – Mikey never once saw him stumble or slur or fall asleep upright in a chair. When Mikey was a child, his father's moods manifested in biting criticism over meaningless things and treacherous, silent evenings at the home when, for no reason at all, he would refuse to let Mikey out to play with his neighborhood friends. On these nights, Mikey would put himself to bed early just to remove himself from his father's presence. He would close his bedroom window so that he would not be pained by the faraway voices of his friends.

Alice, Sally, Lynn, Jimmy and Sam became Mikey's friends when they were neighbor kids, all living on the same block, all seeking playmates as well as an escape from their own homes. The children claimed one of the abandoned homes on Ingram Street as their official meeting place, and the rusted mailbox mounted to the front door of the house read The Gunners in gold Mylar stickers. The house had been vacant for as long as any of them could recall, and they knew of no Gunners in the neighborhood, so they took the place over and assumed its name as their own. They furnished the main room of The Gunner House with items found on the side of the street: mildewed mattresses, throw pillows with cigarette stains, three-legged patio chairs, eyeless baby dolls, an artificial Christmas tree in such a tangle it took days to reassemble. They hung a flashlight from the center of the ceiling in this room, and it was in here that they invented jokes and games and secret languages, made plans, made trouble, bad-mouthed their parents, played cards, gambled, told stories, plotted against bullies, bickered, made up, luxuriated in boredom, and dreamed of the lives they would one day live, far from Lackawanna.

As children, The Gunners could not have imagined that by the time they were sixteen years old, one of them would turn their back on the others, and the group would be so fractured by the loss of this one, the sudden and unexplained absence, that within weeks the other friendships would also dissolve, leaving each one in a dark and confounding solitude. Mikey Callahan became a sinkhole; everything inside just collapsed.

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The Gunners 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic imagery along with realistic relationships.
AmberK1120 More than 1 year ago
Thank you to the publisher for providing me with a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. My love for this book comes down to the common denominator in all of my most-loved books: amazing characters. This group of kids/adults stole my heart from the get-go and have taken up permanent residence on my list of favorites. The Gunners is not a highly active book; it won’t get your heart racing and doesn’t really leave you in suspense at any point. We follow Mikey as he struggles with memories of The Gunners as kids and his attempts to reconcile those memories and youngsters with who they’ve all become today. Everyone is flawed. Everyone has secrets they’ve held onto for too long. And they all want to find a way to do right by the rest of their group. The synopsis expresses the gist of this book perfectly: “a search for the core of truth, friendship, and forgiveness”. It’s a book filled with distinct characters and genuine heartfelt emotions. I’m going to be thinking about this one for a long time.
SheTreadsSoftly More than 1 year ago
The Gunners by Rebecca Kauffman is a very highly recommended story of a group of long-time friends and their connection to each other. Mikey Callahan is a thirty-one year old man facing a future of blindness from early-onset macular degeneration. Mikey has always struggled with establishing connections with other people, except for the group of friends he met years ago, when he was five and they were all six. Sally, Alice, Sam, Lynn, Jimmy, and Mikey became friends as children when they were all living in a run-down area of Lackawanna, a suburb of Buffalo, N.Y. The group of kids hung out together in an abandoned house that had the name "Gunner" on the mailbox. The group took over the decrepit house as their clubhouse and the name Gunner for their group. Sally was Mikey's first friend, and he, as well as the others, never knew why Sally, suddenly and inexplicably, stopped talking to all of them, cutting off her friendship and reducing the group to five. After high school the group spread out, with the exception of Mikey and Sally. Mikey still lived in the area, as did Sally, but the two never spoke. Mikey, however, has reconnected with the others, exchanging news mainly through email. Now, Sally has committed suicide and the group is going to attend her funeral and reunite. Reminiscent of The Big Chill, the group comes together to say goodbye to Sally and reestablish the connects that they share. Obviously, The Gunners does head down that well-traveled literary and film tradition of old friends reuniting after years apart. Kauffman handles this premise with skill and insight into her individual characters, always presenting them as individuals. They also all have secrets they have harbored over the years that have been left unspoken from their teen years. They all have a secret that they believe was the root cause for Sally to stop speaking to the group. Mikey is clearly the most sympathetic and well-developed character of the group, but Alice, Lynn, Sam, and Jimmy are presented as distinct individuals with their own memories and secrets. The bond the group share, even though they have went their separate ways since high school, is obvious and clearly shown through flashbacks in the narrative. This is an excellent novel, insightful, with admirable prose and a keen insight into emotions, friendship, and forgiveness. Kauffman explores interpersonal and family relationships, and the strain secrets can inflict on these relationships in this layered examination and coming-of-age story. While not a startling novel with a shocking reveal, this is a beautifully satisfying novel - rich in details and emotions - that reaches a more than satisfying conclusion. Disclosure: My review copy was courtesy of Counterpoint Press.