Thumbsucker

Thumbsucker

by Walter Kirn

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ISBN-13: 9780385497091
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/19/1999
Edition description: 1 ANCHOR
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.60(d)
Lexile: 770L (what's this?)
Age Range: 3 - 18 Years

About the Author

Walter Kirn is the regular book reviewer for New York magazine and a contributing editor to Time. He is the author of two previous works of fiction, My Hard Bargain and She Needed Me. A graduate of Princeton University and the University of Oxford, he lives in Livingston, Montana. Portions of Thumbsucker have appeared in Esquire, GQ, and The New Yorker.

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It was the one thing I'd always done. Even breathing did not go back to the womb. Being part of a circle of shoulder, arm, hand, mouth, connected me to myself. This circle is what they tried to break the summer I turned fourteen.The appetite was neither thirst nor hunger but seemed to include them both. It could come at any time: while I was waiting in winter darkness for the school bus, fretting about Marcel, the French exchange student who sat behind me in social studies class and liked to rap his knuckles on my skull. Or I'd be walking past the downstairs bathroom, humming and pressing my hands against my ears to block out the sound of Mike, my father, singing high and tunelessly about the suppliers to his sporting goods store: "Oh, Orvis, you sons of bitches, get off my back," or "Give me a break, Smith & Wesson, just one small break." Or maybe I was downtown at Wayne's Cafe, watching my ravenous little brother, Joel, spread so much butter on an English muffin that his teeth left disgusting clifflike marks.The effect when my thumb touched my lips was subtle and encompassing. Because I sometimes watched myself in a mirror, doubling my sense of self-communion, I knew how I looked at the moment of closure. Above my greedily flexing cheeks, my eyes would shine as though I'd just put drops in. My forehead would relax and lose its lines. From the rhythmic bullfrog swelling of my throat and the pulsing muscles along my jaw, it appeared I was actually taking nourishment. I believed I was.When Mike began his campaign against my habit, the idea of it didn't seem to anger him. With his chewing gum and cigars and Red Man chewing tobacco, it's possible he even sympathized; he was a person who liked his mouth full, too. What riled him was that I'd developed an overbite and he was getting the orthodontist's bills. One night, when he was grouching about them, I said, "I thought your insurance paid for everything." We were in the TV room watching Ronald Reagan, whom Mike had given money to and voted for. Mike still had a Reagan sticker on his Ford, nicked and shredded from my mother's attempts to scrape it off with a razor blade."You people must think insurance is free," Mike said. He spat brown tobacco juice into a beer can he was holding against his lower lip. "In point of fact, Justin, my entire store is paying for what you're doing to your teeth.""I didn't know that," I said. "I'm dumb sometimes."Mike gazed at Reagan's square, tanned face and sighed. "Insurance just spreads the costs, it doesn't erase them. Can't you people get that through your heads?"That was what Mike called our family: you people. It made me feel like an intruder in his life.Our dentist was a man named Perry Lyman. He worked in the northern suburbs of St. Paul and commuted from our little town of Shandstrom Falls. Before outsiders started moving there, in the early seventies, the town had been a sleepy trading center for hog and dairy farmers, but its large, inexpensive Victorian houses and proximity to the St. Croix River--a government-designated "wild river" that people said you could drink from, though I wouldn't--attracted a stream of outdoorsy young professionals. They brought with them new, exotic sports that hadn't yet spread across the Midwest: cross-country skiing, bike touring, kayak racing. Rallies and meets were held every month or so, announced by flyers posted at Mike's store. Mike competed in all these events. He held his own, but the first-place trophies always seemed to go to Perry Lyman.I could see why. Perry Lyman was steady, cool, and able to pace himself, while Mike's approach of clenched ferocity burned him out midrace. Perry Lyman seemed to take pleasure in sports, while Mike's interest in them was Spartan, almost survivalist, as though he were in training for the day when modern civilization would collapse and men would have to paddle and ski great distances, gathering food and supplies. Mike's experience playing college football (only a senior-year knee injury had kept him from going pro) had taught him, in the words of his old coach, that "winners treat every practice as a game." The saying decorated Mike's business cards and hung in a gold frame inside his store.Perry Lyman took a softer approach. He was a kind of hippie, a social dropout, though with short, mossy hair and normal clothes; he sometimes wore a bracelet of tiny seashells but always removed them before touching patients' mouths. He smoked pot--I saw a scorched hemostat on his desk one day while he was adjusting my retainer, and I knew what it was from the sheriff's antidrug booth at the county fair. He was a hippie in other ways, too. He preferred hypnosis to anesthetics and liked to prescribe simple exercises for the correction of minor malformations. The year before he gave me a retainer, he'd actually had me using my fingers to push my top teeth back. I pushed for an hour each night after supper and gave myself low-level headaches.Though Perry Lyman knew the real reason, he pretended to blame my overbite on an odd nocturnal tongue motion supposedly common in boys my age. In explaining these spasms he introduced me to the term "subconscious pressure" and the idea of involuntary behavior. I instantly recognized the all-purpose excuse I'd been seeking all my life."So if people can't help things they do," I said, "why punish them?" I was thinking of John Hinckley, who'd shot Reagan."It has nothing to do with changing the offender," Perry Lyman said. "It's merely society working out its rage.""I see.""There's a group subconscious, too. It's complicated.""It makes sense to me."The day of my retainer fitting, I sat in Perry Lyman's padded chair and gazed around at rainbow-colored posters reminding me that "A Thing of Beauty Is a Joy Forever" and "If You Love Something, Let It Go." While I struggled to breathe through a stuffy nose, Perry Lyman packed my mouth with gray mint-flavored putty, then had me bite down to make an impression. Two weeks later he gave me my "appliance," a pink plastic, crab-shaped object ringed by wires and ridged on top to match my wrinkled palate.

Table of Contents

Part IMouth to Mouth1
Part IIHyper103
Part IIIKingdom Come203

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Thumbsucker 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
emmylee04 on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Don't read this book just because you loved the movie, because it might as well be two different worlds with characters with the same names. A book in the vein of Catcher in the Rye, the author explores adolesence, lust, and addiction in ways that are definitely relevant. I thought it was often a little too convenient or contrived feeling, but overall, a good read.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I saw the movie, ordered the book the next day and tore right through it. Clean, in control writing. Quite funny, visceral and touching.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Thumbsucker by Walter Kirn is a journey about a young man Justin trying to find his path in life. It is comparable to a rollercoster ride...just when you think he is reaching his goal he drops back down again. Justins constant foe is his thumbsucking habit. However, when he leaves his habit behind through hypnosis, he finds out how big a void that it filled. This sprials him into a whirlwind of trying to find something else to make him feel whole again. Justin becomes sort of a 'lost soul' and turns to anyone and anything from drugs to religion to feel like a complete person. I feel that young adult readers would enjoy Justin's dark sense of humor. His family is also memorable for some laughs. The relationship that Justin shares with his father is truly a unique situation. It is written in a manner that allows for the reader to see Justin's thought processes and growth, so it may prove valuable to a reader who is dealing with an addiction of sorts. Thumbsucker is quite different from any other young adult literature. Although I found it to be quite disturbing at times, the characters and humor allowed me to continue on and see Justin's painful, humorous, somewhat neurotic journey as he struggles to adulthood.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a great book. Great wrighting. I totally understand what 'Justin' is going through in the book, as I suck my thumb, but, even if you don't read the book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book in three days. it really relates to my highschool life style. this book got me back to reading. now i read 100 pages a day. it made me laugh. I reconmend this book for anyone in the reading rut.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Keanu Reeves movie to be filmed But the bustling burb of Portland may very soon see the kung-fu fighting, Agent Smith busting Keanu Reeves AndMatthew McConaughey -- the star of the summer a hypnotizing orthodontist in the movie ¿Thumbsucker.¿