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Luther T. Farrell has got to get out of Flint, Michigan.

As his best friend Sparky says, “Flint’s nothing but the Titanic.”

And his mother, a.k.a. the Sarge, says, “Take my advice and stay off the sucker path.”

The Sarge milked the system to build an empire of slum housing and group homes. Luther’s just one of the many people trapped in the Sarge’s Evil Empire—but he’s about to bust out.

If Luther wins the science fair this year, he’ll be on track for college and a future as America’s best-known and best-loved philosopher. All he’s got to do is beat his arch rival Shayla Patrick, the beautiful daughter of Flint’s finest undertaker—and the love of Luther’s life.

Sparky’s escape plans involve a pit bull named Poofy and the world’s scariest rat. Oh, and Luther. Add to the mix Chester X., Luther’s mysterious roommate; Dontay Gaddy, a lawyer whose phone number is 1-800-SUE’M ALL; and Darnell Dixon, the Sarge’s go-to guy who knows how to break all the rules.

Bucking the Sarge is a story that only Christopher Paul Curtis could tell. Once again the Newbery Award–winning author of Bud, Not Buddy and The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963 gives us a whole new angle on life and a world full of unforgettable and hilarious characters. Readers will root for Luther and Sparky every step of the way.

Praise for The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963:

“An exceptional first novel.”—Publishers Weekly, Starred

“Ribald humor . . . and a totally believable child’s view of the world will make this book an instant hit.”—School Library
Journal
, Starred

Praise for Bud, Not Buddy:

“Curtis has given a fresh, new look to a traditional orphan-finds-a-home story that would be a crackerjack read-aloud.”
School Library Journal, Starred


From the Hardcover edition.

Excerpt

“Just a minute, fellas. Hello?”
“Luther?” It was Sparky. He sounded like he’d just run five miles. “Have you looked outside, bruh?” I could hear the wind howling behind him.
“Yeah, where you at?”
“I’m on the phone outside Seven-Eleven. It’s like a hurricane out here!”
“Then why don’t you get inside? Are you coming over?” The 7-Eleven was only a couple of blocks away.
Sparky said, “Uh-uh. I need you to meet me behind Taco Bell.”
“You need what?”
“Seriously! This is my big chance, baby! Before this night is over I’m going to be calling 1-800-SUE-EM-ALL. I finally got someone to sic the big D.O.G. on.” He started barking into the phone.
“Sparky, what are you talking about?”
“I’ma put me a suit in on Taco Bell!”
“Oh, you’re gonna do that old I-found-a-rat-in-my-burrito trick?”
Sparky said, “Please, they peeped out that scam a long time ago, they even do autopsies on the rat if you claim that happened. I got the bomb, baby! But I’m gonna need your help.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Uh-uh, Luther, this is for real. I walked by Taco Bell and all them red tiles are lifting up off the roof and knocking the mess out of everything in the parking lot! One went clean through someone’s windshield!”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Which is why you gotta get down here.”
I said, “Why would I come out on a night like this to watch some roofing tiles crashing into cars . . .” Then I understood. “Now I get it, you want a witness that you got hit by one of those tiles, right?”
“Something like that, but I need a little more.”
“I’m listening.”
“I really do need to get hit, and you’re the only one I can trust to do it right.”
“Aw, no. That ain’t happening!”
“Come on, Luther, I already got one of the tiles set to do it. All you gotta do is kinda tap me in the head, then walk me into Taco Bell and have them call an ambulance.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, bruh, you know when I get paid I’ma break a little something off for you.”
“You must be kidding.”
“Luther, don’t make me beg.”
“I can’t do it, Sparky. Besides, you’re cutting into my science fair project time. Plus I gotta put the Crew to bed, that’s going to take at least half an hour.”
Sparky said, “If that’s the best you can do, half an hour then, behind the Taco Bell.”
“Cool.”
He said, “I just hope the wind hasn’t died down by then, it’ll be on you if it has. Your half hour could be costing us a whole lotta benjamins, my brother.”
“I’ll see you in half an hour, but this better be quick, I’ma just whack you in the head, then I gotta bounce.”

Sparky didn’t have to worry, by the time I’d settled everyone down and started walking to Taco Bell the wind had even picked up some.
The stop sign on the corner was twisting back and forth in the wind, sounding like a rocket made out of tin cans and duct tape getting ready to blast off. The wind was hot in a way that made you want to close your eyes and tilt your head back and breathe real deep. Or maybe even howl.
Something from the roof of Taco Bell somersaulted through the air, then smashed into the parking lot. Sparky popped out from behind a Dumpster and ran toward me with a tile in his hand.
“Sparky,” I yelled, “this is insane, man, let’s just go home.”
Sparky shook his head and said, “Come on, bruh, hurry up, this ain’t real easy for me, you know.”
I took the reddish-brown clay roofing tile from him. I was surprised how heavy it was. He leaned toward me, closed his eyes tight and showed his teeth.
“Come on, Luther, quit torturing me,” he whined, keeping his teeth clenched. “Do it!”
I shook my head and closed my eyes. I raised the tile about shoulder high, brought it down on his head and felt a little shimmy run up my arm. Sparky was still standing with his eyes squinched shut.
He looked at me. “That’s it?” He brought his hand up, rubbed at the spot where I’d hit him and said, “Man, you gotta be kidding, don’t forget this thing’s supposed to have blowed off a roof, you really gotta knock the snot outta me, bruh.”
I dropped the tile. “This ain’t me, you gotta get someone else.”
Sparky looked hurt. “What? You supposed to be my boy, who else can I trust?”
He picked the tile back up and reached it toward me again. “Remember what we used to say, ‘We’ll have each other’s backs from womb to tomb, you’ll be my boy from birth to earth.’”
What could I say? He was right, we had said that. I took the tile again. It must’ve weighed ten pounds.
The wind was really starting to get serious. The stop sign had stopped shaking and was now whistling and going back and forth like one of those piano metronome things. Two more tiles jumped off the roof and exploded in the parking lot.
“All right, fool, bend your head over.”
I closed my eyes, raised the tile over my head and let it drop on Sparky’s skull. Again my arm shimmied. When I opened my eyes Sparky was looking at me the way you’d look at a kid who brought home all Ds on his report card.
He said, “Man, all you’re doing is giving me a headache! Swing that tile, brother! I bet if I went and got your crusty old mother she wouldn’t have no troubles lighting me up.”
If only he knew. The Sarge would’ve paid big cash to take my place right now. Sparky isn’t one of her favorite people. She would’ve hit him so hard it would’ve knocked his head clean off. I laughed. “Leave my mother out of this.”


From the Hardcover edition.
Christopher Paul Curtis|Author Q&A

About Christopher Paul Curtis

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“To me the highest accolade comes when a young reader tells me, ‘I really liked your book.’ The young seem to be able to say ‘really’ with a clarity, a faith, and an honesty that we as adults have long forgotten. That is why I write.”—Christopher Paul Curtis

Christopher Paul Curtis made an outstanding debut in children’s literature with The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963. His second novel, Bud, Not Buddy, is the first book ever to receive both the Newbery Medal and the Coretta Scott King Author Award.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Flint, Michigan, Christopher Paul Curtis spent his first 13 years after high school on the assembly line of Flint’s historic Fisher Body Plant # 1. His job entailed hanging car doors, and it left him with an aversion to getting into and out of large automobiles—particularly big Buicks.

Curtis’s writing—and his dedication to it—has been greatly influenced by his family members. With grandfathers like Earl “Lefty” Lewis, a Negro Baseball League pitcher, and 1930s bandleader Herman E. Curtis, Sr., of Herman Curtis and the Dusky Devastators of the Depression, it is easy to see why Christopher Paul Curtis was destined to become an entertainer.

The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963 tells the story of 10-year-old Kenny and his family, the Weird Watsons of Flint, Michigan, and their unforgettable journey that leads them into one of the darkest moments in American history. It is by turns a hilarious, touching, and tragic story about civil rights and the impact of violence on one family.

Curtis’s novel Bud, Not Buddy focuses on 10-year-old Bud Caldwell, who hits the road in search of his father and his home. Times may be hard in 1936 Flint, Michigan, but orphaned Bud’s got a few things going for him; he believes his mother left a clue of who his father was—and nothing can stop Bud from trying to find him.

PRAISE

THE WATSONS GO TO BIRMINGHAM—1963

—A Newbery Honor Book
—A Coretta Scott King Honor Book
—An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
—An ALA Notable Children’s Book
—A Booklist 25 Top Black History Picks for Youth
—An NCSS-CBC Notable Children’s Trade Book in the Field of Social Studies
—A Children’ s Book Committee at Bank Street College Best Book of the Year
—A New York Times Best Book
—A Publishers Weekly Best Book
—A Horn Book Fanfare
—A Bulletin Blue Ribbon
—The California Young Reader Medal

“An exceptional first novel.”—Starred, Publishers Weekly

“Ribald humor . . . and a totally believable child’s view of the world will make this book an instant hit.”—Starred, School Library Journal

“Startling, innovative, and effective.”—Starred, The Bulletin

BUD, NOT BUDDY

—A Newbery Medal Winner
—A Coretta Scott King Author Award Winner
—An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
—An ALA Notable Children’s Book
—An IRA Children’s Book Award Winner
—An NCSS-CBC Notable Children’s Trade Book in the Field of Social Studies
—A School Library Journal Best Book
—A Publishers Weekly Best Book
—A New York Times Notable Book

“Curtis has given a fresh, new look to a traditional orphan-finds-a-home story that would be a crackerjack read-aloud.”—Starred, School Library Journal

“Bud’s journey, punctuated by Dickensian twists in plot and enlivened by a host of memorable personalities, will keep readers engrossed from first page to last.”—Starred, Publishers Weekly



Author Q&A

Q. What inspired you to write this story? Why did Luther appeal to you as a protagonist?
A.
Different writers do things differently. Maybe another author can tell you exactly what inspires him or her to write a particular story; I honestly can’t. I think the genesis of Bucking the Sarge came when I had an apartment in Flint that was next door to a group home for developmentally challenged adults. When I’d come home from work I used to see a young man, probably thirteen or fourteen, who would sit on the front porch of the home for hours. He wasn’t a resident; his mother worked there, and for whatever reason, she felt it was best to have him close at hand. I remember thinking at the time that his was a rough life. He stayed in a dark corner of my mind for many years.

Then in the late nineties there was a lot of talk of corporate malfeasance, and the guilty parties seemed like ordinary people who made horrible decisions. Their rationale was often that they were simply trying to make more and more money. And, sad though it is, money is one of the main ways a person’s value is measured in our society. These men (and they were pretty exclusively men) were greatly admired; they were pillars of society and they were very powerful individuals. They were also cheats and thieves.

I understood their greed and imagined what a smaller scale version of them would be. Around the same time, the little fellow from the group home came out of the shadows and popped back into my mind. From there it was a small step to combine the corporate criminals and the kid and come up with the Sarge.

I’m not so sure I can say Luther T. Farrell “appealed” to me as a protagonist. That question implies I had some type of conscious control over who was telling the story and why. Luther chose me and I simply took notes for him. Once I got to know him, I did like him; he kind of grew on me.

Q. Is this story at all autobiographical? Did you base any of the characters on people you know?
A.
I think all of my characters are amalgams of people I know, myself, people I might like to know, and people who simply serve to advance the story. Usually, with my writing, the larger the role a character plays, the more of an amalgam he or she is. There might be minor characters that are, in my eyes anyway, pretty accurate descriptions of particular people, but this very fact limits my use of them and their usefulness to the story.

Q. Why is Luther so interested in philosophy and in science and the science fair? Does this reflect your own interest?
A.
I believe (and just because I’m the author doesn’t mean I am the final authority on this) that one of the really great things about reading, as opposed to television and movies, is that the reader himself or herself provides so much of the background story and meaning of everything. Whew! Let me start again. I believe Luther uses philosophy and science as tools to answer and frame some of the really big questions in his life.

His love of science is due to the fact that it is a pretty much hard-and-fast subject; it provides certainty. And certainty is something that Luther sorely needs after years of dealing with the Sarge’s quibbling, rationalizing, and constant justifications for bad behavior. Luther is sick of seeing the grays of life and wants to be assured that something is either black or white. Science does this; it can prove or disprove something with an experiment. Personally, my highlight in a science fair was the same vinegar and baking soda volcano that Luther scoffs at in the story. I used to read Popular Science and other such magazines, but I think that came less from an interest in science and more from an interest in deciding what color my flying car would be when everybody had one, which the magazines promised would be by 1988.

As far as philosophy is concerned, Luther will probably someday be truly interested in philosophers and their complex world of thought, but it seems to me that right now he is really more interested in aphorisms than actual philosophy. I think he uses these general truth-based sayings as a compass, as a way of introducing a sense of moral structure into his life.

I probably fall into the same camp as Luther. I think I’m more of an aphorism-type guy. Some very talented people have the tremendous skill to be able to sum up so much of life in a few words. I think one of the greatest of these aphorist-philosophers is Mark Twain, and my favorite of his is “First God created idiots. That was for practice. Then He created school boards.” Wow! In light of much of the business that school boards have been involved in recently, that is a great saying that is made even greater by the fact that it was written more than a hundred years ago.

Q. At times the Sarge seems to want Luther to succeed. She trades money for a first prize for him in the science fair, and on page 102 she tells him what motivates her. Do you think she has any just reason for treating Luther the way she does?
A.
First, we have to keep in mind that Bucking the Sarge is a story told in the first person. As such, it is essentially one person’s view of the events that occur. I don’t think the Sarge is the ogre that Luther paints her to be. I think if we read between the lines we see that her very raison d’être (How’s that for the use of a language by someone who took nearly thirty years to graduate from third semester French? Are we all impressed? Oui, oui! It means reason for being or reason for existing) is to make sure her child doesn’t end up in the way so many of his peers will. She has experienced and seen firsthand the trap that lies in wait for many African American, Hispanic, Native American, and other children. She has analyzed the situation and feels that the only sure way out of this trap is money. She knows the difference cash makes in our society, and even though she also is obviously bright enough to see that education is important, I think she feels that if the money is there, the education will take care of itself.

I think she’s hit the nail squarely on the head. Her aim is to improve Luther’s life through increasing their economic clout; this she does. She clearly makes bad decisions, but we are catching this picture of her empire building in a nascent stage. Given time, if she continues to amass the benjamins, I’m sure she’ll do what so many “great” Americans have done: she’ll serve on the right boards of directors, she’ll give conspicuously to the right charities, and she’ll eventually cover her semi—ill-gotten wealth in a cloak of respectability. The MREs, the insurance scams, the loan barracuda-ing, the government agency fraud all will eventually be forgotten and she will be celebrated for being a model citizen. I mean, if we can celebrate “America’s first black woman millionaire,” Madam C. J. Walker, who made her fortune capitalizing on black self-hatred by selling hair straighteners and skin bleachers, but who eventually did much good with her money, can the Sarge be far behind?

Q. As you were writing Bucking the Sarge, who was your favorite character?
A.
I think complex characters are always the most fun ones to read about and to create, and who in this book is more complex than the Sarge?

Is she evil? Hardly. Is she misguided? Thoroughly.

Q. What was the most difficult part of writing this book?
A.
Hard question to answer. I so completely love writing that there aren’t many parts of it that I would describe as difficult. Maybe my least favorite thing, and keep in mind that this is relative, would be reading the first letter I get back from my editor, Wendy Lamb. I’ve noticed a pattern: on the first page she tells me what she likes about the book, and on the next forty or fifty pages she breaks down the book’s “problems.” So I read the first page, then set the rest aside for a couple of weeks before I’m up to looking at it.

I think Bucking the Sarge took a long time to write not because of any difficulties but because my work ethic changed. Writing, for me, is a lot like a physical activity, in that it’s possible to fall in and out of shape. Just like with playing basketball or any other sport, if you lay off for a while, it takes time to get back in condition. I stopped looking at my writing as a job in the sense that it was something I’d do nearly every day; instead, I wrote when I felt like it. This would lead to three-or-four-week periods when there was no writing and I’d fall out of shape. When I’d pick up the book and start writing again, I’d find that I’d lost the pitch of the voice I had when I’d quit. It would take me a while to get that voice back; then the whole process would repeat itself. I learned a valuable lesson.

Q. What do you think Luther will be doing in two years? What do you think Sparky will be doing? What will happen to KeeKee and Bo?
A.
Many times when I speak to students about my books, I’m asked, “What happened to So-and-so . . . ?” I always reply, “Just because I wrote the book doesn’t mean I know the right answers.” Most times, for a question like this, there aren’t any right or wrong answers. This is one of the things that makes reading so special–we all contribute mightily to our own understanding of what happens.

In my opinion, their fates two years down the road will be drastically different. There is no doubt in my mind that Luther will be thriving. If we take the foundation that the Sarge has given him and the cushion of his cash and add them to his own drive and ability to get things done, I think we have a recipe for success. I think Luther has been primed to accomplish anything he wants to. Say what you will about the Sarge, but I think she did prepare Luther for life.

Sparky’s future is on much shakier ground. So much of what we turn out to be is established when we are young, and is influenced by the older people in our lives. Unfortunately, Sparky’s early life wasn’t all that positive. The foundation he’s operating on is nowhere near as solid as Luther’s. I think he will have moved to Florida with Luther, but I also think he’ll discover that problems are extremely difficult, if not impossible, to run away from. I think Sparky’s on a quest for the easy way out, a quest that often leads to the hard things in life.

KeeKee’s and Bo’s lives will probably be even harder than Sparky’s. While it would be great to imagine they will use their love for each other and their strength to prosper, the odds say that just won’t happen. Children born in poverty are at a tremendous disadvantage when compared to children born in comfort or affluence. The smallest things that a person with money takes for granted are of a different world for so many poor children. Is that to say that poor children can never do well? Of course not. But they will have to travel a road infinitely more difficult and treacherous than a child who “has.” This is one of the reasons we should be very careful about making thoughtless statements such as “All ‘they’ have to do is try harder” or “‘They’ are so lucky to be in America, ‘they’ just need to take advantage of all the things that are offered to them.” With that in mind, I’m afraid that the next two years, and the years that follow, for Bo and KeeKee will not be times of celebration.

Q. All three of your novels have been set in Flint–The Watsons Go to Birmingham–1963 in the 1960s, Bud, Not Buddy in the 1930s, and Bucking the Sarge in the present. Why do you think Flint is such a rich source for you?
A.
Why not Flint? Every city and town has a million untold, interesting stories. I think they just need a witness or novelist or storyteller to bring them out and tell them in the proper way. Many times students will tell me that nothing exciting ever happens in their lives and that there is nothing for them to write about. I tell them that’s nonsense. Even the most mundane life is interesting and unique because there is no one else on Earth, Pluto, or Mars who has ever lived life the same way or reacts the same way. I can proudly say, “There is no one else in Flint who has lived the life I have.” But so can Trey of Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, or Akbar of Galesburg, Illinois, or Chelsea of Windsor, Ontario, or Richie’s daughter of Sebastopol, California. It’s an accident of birth that I write about Flint, but it is no accident that I find so much about my hometown to be beautiful and worth writing about.

Q. What do your “Flintstone” friends and family think of the picture of their town in your novel?
A.
I have gotten no feedback on my writing about Flint from fellow Flintstones. I think there are several reasons for this. First, I don’t see many of my old friends and acquaintances anymore, so I’m not around to get any feedback if there is indeed any. Some people may agree with what I have to say about Flint today. If someone objected to my view, I would say that I don’t believe my writing about Flint is negative; I try to portray my hometown in an honest way, scars and all.

But I think I’d be the last one to hear anything negative about my writing, which pertains not only to comments about Flint. People who strongly dislike my writing wouldn’t come out to hear me speak, and most people consider it rude to say anything negative about another person, especially if that person is around to hear what they have to say! So I imagine if there is a negative comment about my writing on Flint, that one person, besides being a complete loser and idiot, will probably say it behind my back. Which is fine with me. I’d prefer believing my writing is universally adored. Sure, that’s delusional, but what’s a man got if you take away his dreams?

Q. Do you plan to write about Flint in your future books?
A.
I’m sure I’ll branch out, but there are still so many stories that can be told about Flint. And what is it that that great football coach, whose name escapes me at the moment, once said? “Go home from the dance with the girl who brung ya.” I think Flint has brung me a long way, so I’ll continue to be loyal.

Awards

Awards

WINNER 2005 ALA Best Books for Young Adults
WINNER 2005 ALA Notable Children's Book
WINNER 2005 Texas TAYSHAS High School Reading List
WINNER School Library Journal Best Book of the Year
WINNER Publishers Weekly Best Children's Book of the Year
WINNER Booklinks A Few Good Books
WINNER Booklist Children's Editors' Choice
WINNER 2005 Golden Kite Award for Fiction
WINNER 2004 Parents' Choice Gold Award
WINNER 2006 Kentucky Bluegrass Award
WINNER 2008 Connecticut Nutmeg Children's Book Master List
NOMINEE 2007 Pacific Northwest Young Readers Choice Award
Discussion Questions

Discussion Guides

1. Sparky and Luther are very different, but they have a close friendship. What do you think makes them such good friends, and why are they so loyal to each other?

2. Luther is very compassionate: he returns KeeKee’s papers and takes care of the Crew. In a town and in a family in which many of the people are quite selfish, why do you think Luther is this way?

3. What is the significance of the character D.O.G. (Dontay Orlando Gaddy)? Why do you think it’s important to the story that Luther and Sparky pay a visit to him?

4. Are there times in the story when you think the Sarge gives good advice? Do you think she cares about Luther?

5. In chapter eight, the Sarge explains why she decided to milk the system and avoid the “sucker path.” What do you think of the reasons she gives for her behavior?

6. Luther could tell the mayor or the police at the science fair about the Sarge’s criminal activity as a landlord, but instead, he chooses to take what he feels he deserves and leave. Why does he leave town without turning the Sarge in?

7. Chester X becomes something of a father to Luther. Do you trust him? Do you think Luther and Chester X will succeed in Florida?

8. What do you think Luther will be doing in two years? What do you think Sparky will be doing? What will happen to KeeKee and Bo?


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