{"id":71,"date":"2006-08-05T09:26:01","date_gmt":"2006-08-05T16:26:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=71"},"modified":"2006-08-05T09:40:38","modified_gmt":"2006-08-05T16:40:38","slug":"if-a-body-catch-a-dork-coming-through-the-rye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=71","title":{"rendered":"If a body catch a dork coming through the rye&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/08\/King%20Dork.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\"King Dork\" \/><em>King Dork <\/em>is the first novel by Frank Portman, who is more widely known as Dr. Frank, the guitarist\/singer of the pop-punk band Mr. T Experience.  But don&#8217;t automatically lump it in your mind with all those other get-me-I&#8217;m-a-celebrity-writing-a-children&#8217;s-book types &#8211; it&#8217;s actually not bad.  And it totally took me back to high school, whether I wanted to go there or not.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Tom, a.k.a. King Dork, a.k.a. Chi-Mo (don&#8217;t ask), a.k.a. a host of other derogatory nicknames, plays Virgil for our tour of American High-School Hell.  He and his best friend Sam spend their days trying to avoid verbal and physical abuse at the hands of their fellow students, and endlessly renaming their almost-imaginary band (ex: &#8220;Ray Bradbury&#8217;s Love-Camel, you on guitar, Scammy Sammy on bass and calisthenics, first album <em>Prepare to Die<\/em>&#8220;).  His spacey neo-hippie mom is remarried to a tortuously corny former-hippie.  He&#8217;s hilariously contemptuous of the &#8220;collage and <em>Catcher<\/em> curriculum&#8221; provided by burned-out incompetent teachers, and righly so:  the first few weeks of his sophomore English class consist of the teacher, Mr. Schtuppe, mispronouncing words from <em>30 Days to a More Powerful Vocabulary: &#8220;In 30 days, you will learn how to make words your slaves.&#8221;<\/em>  But his everyday teen-angst is interrupted by a series of mysteries:  he finds a coded message and a funeral card in his deceased father&#8217;s old copy of <em>Catcher in the Rye<\/em>, a strange girl makes out with him at a party and apparently vanishes into thin air, his friend Sam is suddenly hanging out with the &#8220;drama hippies&#8221; at lunch, etc.  While trying to decipher the <em>Catcher<\/em> code, he reads through several more books from his father&#8217;s teenage years, trying to gain insight into what kind of person he really was, and possibly even learn more about his death (supposedly a car accident while he was on police duty).<\/p>\n<p>This all sounds fairly implausible and overly dramatic, but it works better than you&#8217;d think.  Portman grounds the fanciful plot in plenty of (sometimes painfully) realistic descriptions of teenage misery, boredom, violence and lust.  Tom is well-developed and believable, esp. to anyone with a certain degree of music-fixation.  There&#8217;s a lot of humor, and the narrative voice is original and engaging.  Here&#8217;s a description of a funny tic Tom develops not-quite-halfway through the book:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Whenever I would try to make a word my slave, that is, when I would use a word from <em>30 Days to a More Powerful Vocabulary<\/em>, a little image of Mr. Schtuppe&#8217;s head would pop up in my mind.  Like, I&#8217;d say &#8220;obsequious&#8221; and suddenly I&#8217;d see a little shiny pink devil-head with lots of ear hair pop up really quickly, spin around, and pop back down again.<\/p>\n<p>I was pretty sure that the little pop-up devil-head was trying to prompt me to mispronounce the word.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Thereafter, any impressive vocabulary word in the text is precipitated by a parenthetical (devil-head).  It&#8217;s hilarious, and contagious.\n<\/p>\n<p>Where the book fell apart for me was the (devil-head) denouement.  Some of the mysteries get solved, but the one that I found most compelling really doesn&#8217;t.  And some pretty flimsy devices are used to account for the rushed and unsatisfying conclusion &#8211; a head injury, a fragile and flaky person whose account of events can&#8217;t be trusted, and a whole new school scandal thrown in at the last minute.  Don&#8217;t get me wrong, I think sometimes a mystery left unsolved can work &#8211; John Green&#8217;s excellent <em>Looking for Alaska<\/em>, for example.  But <em>Alaska<\/em> works because Miles really pursues the answers as far as he possibly can.  Tom just kind of decides he&#8217;d rather not know.  After all the build-up applied to that particular plotline, I still wanted to know more.  So it seems like Tom &#8211; who certainly has more at stake in this mystery than I do, and had showed such (devil-head) tenacity in trying to solve it up to that point &#8211; would still want to know more too.<\/p>\n<p>So, okay, not perfect, but a fun read, and an impressive debut &#8211; much better than the average musician-turned-author offering.  But for the squeamish, be forewarned that there&#8217;s plenty of profanity and a slightly fantastical number of blow jobs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>King Dork is the first novel by Frank Portman, who is more widely known as Dr. Frank, the guitarist\/singer of the pop-punk band Mr. T Experience. But don&#8217;t automatically lump it in your mind with all those other get-me-I&#8217;m-a-celebrity-writing-a-children&#8217;s-book types &#8211; it&#8217;s actually not bad. 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