Shy: A Novel
By Max Porter
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A novel about guilt, rage, imagination, and boyhood, about being lost in the dark and learning you’re not alone
This is the story of a few strange hours in the life of a troubled teenage boy.
You mustn’t do that to yourself Shy. You mustn’t hurt yourself like that.
He is wandering into the night listening to the voices in his head: his teachers, his parents, the people he has hurt and the people who are trying to love him.
Got your special meds, nutcase?
He is escaping Last Chance, a home for “very disturbed young men,” and walking into the haunted space between his night terrors, his past, and the heavy question of his future.
The night is huge and it hurts.
In Shy, Max Porter extends the excavation of boyhood that began with Grief Is the Thing with Feathers and continued with Lanny. But here he asks: How does mischievous wonder and anarchic energy curdle into something more disturbing and violent? Shy is a bravura, lyric, music-besotted performance by one of the great writers of his generation.
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Max Porter is the author of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers, which won the International Dylan Thomas Prize and The Sunday Times/PFD Young Writer of the Year Award and was short-listed for The Guardian First Book Award and the Goldsmiths Prize.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shy is a troubled youth. He is either way too high or way too low. And often the transitions are accompanied by violence or other unsocial behaviour. So perhaps it is no surprise that Shy is now living at a boarding school for youths like him, rather too obviously named Last Chance. But despite the attentions of the staff, Shy’s behaviour remains volatile. And frankly it’s all just getting too much for him. He thinks he sees a way out, but it’s not necessarily a good choice.Max Porter is a brave writer who takes on challenging subjects and equally challenging protagonists. Whether he fully succeeds or not, you can’t help but be impressed. Although it’s almost impossible to warm up to Shy, Porter somehow draws us into Shy’s predicament.Gently recommended, but do steel yourself first.
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Shy - Max Porter
SHY
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A Novel
MAX
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Graywolf Press
Copyright © 2023 by Max Porter
First published in 2023 by Faber & Faber Limited, London
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This publication is made possible, in part, by the voters of Minnesota through a Minnesota State Arts Board Operating Support grant, thanks to a legislative appropriation from the arts and cultural heritage fund. Significant support has also been provided by the McKnight Foundation, the Lannan Foundation, the Amazon Literary Partnership, and other generous contributions from foundations, corporations, and individuals. To these organizations and individuals we offer our heartfelt thanks.
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022946113
Jacket design: Carlos Esparza
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SHY
Up and at ’em, Shy.
The rucksack is shockingly heavy.
The floorboards complain.
He checks again: the spliff is diagonal-snug in the empty Embassy box.
The daytime check is a half-dream away.
The room is molten soft. Tempting.
Jumpy.
The rucksack is shockingly heavy.
It’s 3.13 a.m.
It’s a full bag of rocks, of course it’s heavy.
The average flint is about 600 million years old, said Steve.
Snapping point. Creaking straps.
Walkman ready.
Pandemonium Andromeda Tour, Plymouth 1994, Tape 1.
Randall back2back Kenny Ken.
Express how you’re feelin.
Jungle.
The pinnacle.
The Amen.
Almighty.
A way of life.
Big hot and heavy.
600 million years, and we think we’re tough lasting one hundred tops. He can’t hold it still in his head.
Size.
Butterflies in his tummy.
Time.
Slightly needs a shite.
He leaves the room dark. Shy’s room minus Shy. Eve 1965 carved in the beam. A wonky heart carved in the beam. 1891 carved in the beam. Shy 95, fresh and badly scraped in the beam, with a jagged S like a Z. Couldn’t even get that right.
The future is here, Shy. It’s yours.
He stays in the middle of the carpet down the corridor to avoid the squeak.
Jamie never sleeps, but he’ll have his headphones on. Steve, Amanda, Owen downstairs, Benny, Posh Cal, Paul, Riley, Ash.
The rucksack is shockingly heavy.
Sneaky little dickhead.
His shoulders are killing him.
One step then another.
Easy does it.
Smell the chilli con carne from earlier.
Armpits and food carpets farts.
Your mum.
Tex-Mex and old-damp stone.
He stops at the bottom and nibbles on his thumbskin.
Shwooshtick-Shwooshtick, the electric meter like a slowly rewound break.
Caught between times. In the fold. Escaping.
Little Shy at thirteen o’clock with the last of his skunk and his favourite tape. Boy on the stairs, stepping through. Tom’s Midnight Garden. That’s what it feels like, fuckinell that’s exactly it. He hasn’t thought about that book for years.
‘This is Shy. He’s usually to be found here, in the snug, with his headphones on, chatting to himself. He’s asked not to be filmed. But say hello, will you, Shy?’
If the straps go then it’s game over, a hundred flints clattering on the flagstones at the foot of the stairs. Listed stairs, listed floor, listed history, pissed-off teachers.
Shitty Reebok rucksack he’s had forever.
Lynx Africa.
His heart is bomp-bomp-bomping like he’s scared.
Idiot drama with no audience. Overthinking overlapping voiceovers.
We made such good progress today, Shy. I’m really delighted.
He’s sprayed, snorted, smoked, sworn, stolen, cut, punched, run, jumped, crashed an Escort, smashed up a shop, trashed a house, broken a nose, stabbed his stepdad’s finger, but it’s been a while since he’s crept. Stressful work.
‘Psychologically disturbed juveniles requiring special educational treatment, or a bunch of teenage criminals on a taxpayer-funded countryside retreat?’
He’s through to the conservatory, carpet-quiet nine careful steps to the tall window behind the skanky floral curtain. This’ll be some posh twat’s kitchen next year. The old windows don’t open. The newer windows, sixties upgrades, open nice and silent. He steps out of the musty house and puts his hood up.
[The camera pans across the lawn.] ‘An ordinary bunch of teenagers kicking a ball about, or some of the most disturbed and violent young offenders in the country? Here at the unconventional Last Chance school, it’s reiterated time and time again: they can be both.’
He could jog, to be out of view faster, but the stones would be noisy, so he keeps on creeping. He peers back at the house and thinks of them all in there. Tucked up. Owen and the overnight staff and the boys. Out for the count til alarm, guffing and breathing and dreaming of whatever stressed or violent or sweet and easy shit they dream of. Everyone always says they sleep mad deeply here. New kids talk about their fucked-up dreams and then the ghost stories do the rounds (Mrs Nash who watches over you while you’re sleeping and sips your nightbreath; the skinny old man in the nightie who walks up and down the back stairs dripping piss) and the true story of Sir Henry Radcliffe who murdered a servant in the top locked bedroom and that’s why everyone hears a scream when they first move in, dead of night, a single scream, a welcome to the house from its own traumatised past. Everyone’s heard it, and if they haven’t they pretend.
For such a clever boy, you really are intent on crashing your own train, aren’t you?
The night is huge and it hurts.
Chippy little twat all of a sudden, aren’t you? Thought you were depressed?
He turns his back and wanders