Call number
Collection
Genres
Publication
Description
A novel about two teenage misfits who spectacularly collide one fateful summer, and the art they make that changes their lives forever. Sixteen-year-old Frankie Budge, aspiring writer, indifferent student, offbeat loner, is determined to make it through yet another sad summer in Coalfield, Tennessee, when she meets Zeke, a talented artist who has just moved into his grandmother's unhappy house and who is as lonely and awkward as Frankie is. Romantic and creative sparks begin to fly, and when the two jointly make an unsigned poster, shot through with an enigmatic phrase, it becomes unforgettable to anyone who sees it. The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us. The posters begin appearing everywhere, and people wonder who is behind them. Satanists, kidnappers, the rumors won't stop, and soon the mystery has dangerous repercussions that spread far beyond the town. The art that brought Frankie and Zeke together now threatens to tear them apart. Twenty years later, Frances Eleanor Budge, famous author, mom to a wonderful daughter, wife to a loving husband, gets a call that threatens to upend everything: a journalist named Mazzy Brower is writing a story about the Coalfield Panic of 1996. Might Frances know something about that? And will what she knows destroy the life she's so carefully built?… (more)
User reviews
The Publisher Says: From the New York Times bestselling author of Nothing to See Here comes an exuberant, bighearted novel about two teenage misfits who spectacularly collide one fateful summer, and the art they make that changes their lives
Sixteen-year-old Frankie Budge—aspiring writer, indifferent student, offbeat loner—is determined to make it through yet another sad summer in Coalfield, Tennessee, when she meets Zeke, a talented artist who has just moved into his grandmother’s unhappy house and who is as lonely and awkward as Frankie is. Romantic and creative sparks begin to fly, and when the two jointly make an unsigned poster, shot through with an enigmatic phrase, it becomes unforgettable to anyone who sees it. The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us.
The posters begin appearing everywhere, and people wonder who is behind them. Satanists, kidnappers—the rumors won’t stop, and soon the mystery has dangerous repercussions that spread far beyond the town. The art that brought Frankie and Zeke together now threatens to tear them apart.
Twenty years later, Frances Eleanor Budge—famous author, mom to a wonderful daughter, wife to a loving husband—gets a call that threatens to upend everything: a journalist named Mazzy Brower is writing a story about the Coalfield Panic of 1996. Might Frances know something about that? And will what she knows destroy the life she’s so carefully built?
A bold coming-of-age story, written with Kevin Wilson’s trademark wit and blazing prose, Now Is Not The Time to Panic is a nuanced exploration of young love, identity, and the power of art. It’s also about the secrets that haunt us—and, ultimately, what the truth will set free.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. THANK YOU.
My Review: Nothing to See Here was a solid 3.5-star read for me. It was entertaining and I got a few moments of real emotional involvement. I didn't think I'd go looking for more of Author Wilson's work but the Universe had other ideas...Ecco offered me the DRC and, being game as well as greedy, I hopped on it like a hen on a junebug.
Frankie Budge is a teenaged girl with a serious boredom problem. She's a Coalfield, Tennessee, girl who's smart enough to be a novelist in training and bored enough to do anything to stave off the screaming meemees. She's got triplet brothers whose lives will clearly end in tears, prison sentences, and severe emotional damage. Her father's left his family for another woman, and her mother...cruises...she lets Frankie be her own weird self because, well, triplet boys on the way to prison require more than a single working mother actually has to give. Yay for Frankie! Then she meets Zeke, a new kid with no friends.
Zeke's dad was a horndog, too. (Is this something Author Wilson knows about from personal experience, one must ask oneself.) Zeke apparently decompensated all over the guy in the middle of his office. Well, that's what his mom says...he can't remember any of it. Oh, and this is important: He's so freaked about the whole nightmare that he's decided to rename himself "Zeke" short for his middle name, Ezekiel. He and his mom are staying in Coalfield, where she was from. And that's how the match met the gas....
Y'all remember the 1980s Satanic Panic era? All that horror, all those lives ruined...well, in her gawky attempt to connect with this boy she likes, Frankie made the error to end all errors...she showed him a Xerox machine her brothers had stolen from the high school's shed. With toner and paper and everything...and she lets Zeke fix it, using the loveliest phrase for a paper jam I've ever heard: "like the machine had done origami"...so thus begins one of the major Satanic panics moved all the way up in time to 1996.
Their use for the photocopier is to make an art project (after Frankie uses it as an excuse to cop her first-ever kiss from a boy who's never kissed a girl either) of a poster—a drawing Zeke does after she writes “The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us” on a piece of paper. Then the Xerox comes into play...she comments in her narrative about them being kids from Nowheresville and never having heard of Andy Warhol so they were inventing this new thing together...and, after making a bunch of them, Frankie puts them up all over Coalfield.
Hijinks quite horribly ensue.
The inspiration of some older teens to play off this mysterious and compelling artwork, using it for their own ends, and the horrors that any powerful thing can call forth when it's anonymous and unclaimed, break the entire town. Frankie and Zeke are kids. They're way too scared to face up to the consequences (some truly terrifying) of their innocent actions. And that is where I realized I was a lot more involved with this story than I ever was with the first book of his I read. I circled back and read "On Writing Now Is Not The Time to Panic", Author Wilson's introductory story of how this book has been moving inside him for a long time. He spoke directly from his heart, revealed his genuine grief that finally summoned this book into the world after the decades of growing, and I was utterly changed. A story I'd thought was pretty good became a moving, honest act of love for a past and a life he was no longer living. And that made my pleasure multiply many-fold.
What it means to my old-man self to see someone as young as Author Wilson contend with the doomed promise of nostalgia, to confront the power of a past one can never reach but must always reach for...well, that spoke to me. That made me feel I was heard and understood by a complete stranger who couldn't pick me out in a line-up of Boomers. I am validated by this evidence of my sad, wistful knowledge of the ghost-hand of the past clutching with steel talons in someone young enough to be my child.
Then what the hell happened to that fifth star, it's fair to ask. Welllll...I'm really not sure it's fair to say, he said, glancing at the ever-present truncheons of the Spoiler Stasi. I'm not a big fan of the way the pressure to dredge up her past with Zeke, now going by his first name again, entered Frankie's life, and the things it led her to do were understandable but frankly disturbing to me. I felt she was violating boundaries for selfish reasons. It's not like she needed to do something she did the way she did it...the knowledge could've been gained less invasively...but here we are. I've only docked a quarter-star and I'm pretty sure the sales won't suffer because one no-name blogger was squicked out at some stuff that most of y'all (who never had your boundaries utterly disregarded by a woman) won't notice.
I'm still glad I read the book, you can see. I'm especially delighted by a piece of mother-daughter healing that spoke loudly to me. And you know, that is more than enough of a gift to take the slight sting of imperfection off my eyes.
Two awkward teenagers just want to make art when they are thrown together one strange summer in the small town of Coalfield, Tennessee: all Frankie knows about herself is that wants to write, and all Zeke
The two teens painfully discover that they can anonymously put images and words out into the world, but they can't control the trajectory of their art, or how it will capture the minds and imaginations of others around them. Even as adults, the explosive result of their art is something that Frankie and Zeke would very much prefer to keep a secret, even as their creation seems to propel them each toward a less exciting version of their original dream. Did the kids create the art, or did the art create them?
This coming-of-age novel is both unique and compelling, an explanation of how art can serve as a vehicle for unexplored feelings and desires, how art can be appropriated by others in surprising ways, how art can morph into legend over time, and how art often cannot be suppressed because it refuses to release its hold.
Thanks to the author, ECCO, and Edelweiss for an ARC in exchange for an unbiased review.
Small towns. I lived in a few back in the 90s. I grew up in the ‘burbs, so I had little understanding of how small towns worked. I was told that the bank was the hub of the rumor network where gossip was a commodity. A woman warned a man who had returned to his hometown should not to carry his purse on the street or he would get beat up. The Klan left posters in rural driveways. I would be told not to take our son to the preschool filled with ‘those people,’ i.e., the rural poor. Adults were sure that role playing games were causing physic harm to teenagers unable to keep their roles and reality separate, or that the games were leading them to worship the devil.
So when Frankie and Zeke obsessed over getting their art across the town, I was not surprised that the townspeople reacted in fear, imagining it a sinister message. That other teens made an icon of the poster, and used adult’s fear to claim they were victims of imagined, evil, deviants. That they patrolled the streets with guns, looking for trouble where there was none. That things went crazy, and people died.
Ten years later, Frankie is a successful writer, happily married with a child. Happy. But haunted by that summer, those words still echoing in her head constantly. A phone call from a stranger threatens to upend everything. But first, it was time to tell her story to her family, and to find Zeke and warn him of what is to come.
The characters feel out of sync with the world, turning to art for expression and to make an impact. Art is their obsession, but what they create is misunderstood and feared by their isolated community. What they create is misappropriated and copied. Once out in the world, they can’t control what happens. They struggle with pride of what they created and the guilt of how it was misused. As an adult, Zeke struggles with mental health issues and Frankie can’t shake off those few months of combustive creativity and excitement.
The characters learn the nature of art and it’s impact, the rush of expression, the joy of putting it out there. Then watching what happens to it in the world, out of your ability to control it.
I read the novel in a day.
I received a free egalley from the publisher through NetGalley. My review is fair and unbiased.
Coalfield is an isolated small town in Tennessee. During the summer of 1996 it was just plain boring. “It’s like a bomb was dropped on it,” says Zeke, a recent transplant from Memphis, “and you guys are just getting back to normal.” His accomplice is Frankie Budge, a 16-year-old aspiring writer who is equally bored by the whole scene. The duo plans a poster that combines their talents—he makes images, and she writes words. The poster features the enigmatic phrase, “The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us.” They are shocked by the troubling reactions of the townspeople after the teenagers plaster the poster just about everywhere. In addition to fashion statements, tourists and copycats, the posters also prompt violence and even a few deaths. All of this threatens and eventually extinguishes the teens’ friendship. Things come to a head a couple of decades later when Frankie, now a successful writer and family member, is forced to confront the “Coalfield Panic” by a writer who plans to reveal all in a New Yorker article.
This is a satisfying and illuminating read. Wilson’s first-person narrative is very personal, capturing the uncertainties of adolescence while exploring the creative process. His plot is fast paced and accompanied by plenty of snappy dialogue. While often humorous, his tone never fails to show compassion for his youthful protagonists.
Frankie is sixteen and lives in the small town of Coalfield, Tennessee. She's a loner by choice. When Zeke moves to town, she finds a
"The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us."(Say it a few times - it is addictive and intriguing, isn't it?)
That small town summer is seen through Frankie's thoughts, actions and experiences. The poster is important, but its not all of the story. The book is also a coming of age tale, an exploration of family, young love, self, friendship, and yes, art. Bookending that summer is the grown up Frankie's voice, twenty years on.
I was immediately drawn to Frankie. Zeke was harder to get to know. I'm sure that Wilson's depiction of teenage angst will spark memories for many readers. But the supporting players are just as interesting and offbeat. Frankie's mom appealed to the adult in me.
I think Wilson has written a wonderful story, remarkable in so many ways. His insight captured me. As for how it ends - not what I expected, but suits what has gone before.
a quick read with a delightful flashback vibe. Would recommend.
There is an author's note that I won't spoil, it gives a lot of context to the book, but also it mentions that Kevin Wilson has Tourette's Syndrome. Knowing this really added a lot to my understanding of Nothing to See Here, and now I want to go back and read that one again
In Now Is Not the Time to Panic, author Kevin Wilson tells Frankie and Zeke’s story in a humorous and tender-hearted manner, with just enough of the weirdness that fans have come to expect from his fiction. It is Frankie who receives most of the attention—in fact, the book is narrated from her perspective—which makes the entire tale feel like a somewhat twisted coming-of-age story. However, in a revealing Foreword to the main narrative, the author indicates that his real reason for writing this novel in the first place was to base the plot around these seemingly profound, but ultimately nonsensical, lines: “The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives and the law is skinny with hunger for us.” So, the whole saga of Frankie and Zeke actually had its beginning in Wilson’s desire to immortalize a catch phrase, which had become a touchstone in his own life and development as a writer!
I think that origin story is important because it simultaneously points to what makes this book so special as well as why it does not always work quite so neatly. Above all else, the characterization of the main protagonist is excellent, both in the development of her angst-ridden internal struggles, her idiosyncratic family life, and the urgency she feels to become something more. Also, Frankie’s relationship with Zeke seemed real and not a mere device to move the story along. On the other hand, it was hard to understand how The Panic developed out a relatively innocuous phrase, to say nothing of the hold that it has on Frankie throughout her life. I never understood why those words were so incendiary and I certainly could not fathom why both Frankie and Zeke felt any guilt whatsoever for the events that unfolded. As a consequence, the threat to reveal their secret did not seem like much of a catalyst for the second-half of the story. Still, I found this to be an enjoyable novel that told an engaging and quirky tale. It is one that I can easily recommend, despite its few shortcomings.
“The chaos of our daughter, so lovely and beautiful, I would always be grateful for it. How she required us to keep living, to keep moving forward just so she didn’t leave us in her dust.”
“We made the poster so we can still control it I think.
That’s not how art works.”
Kevin Wilson displays a positive belief in the power of art, or perhaps performance art. It is almost refreshingly youthful in its zeal. And though for both Frankie and Zeke the effects of their poster display are largely distressing (moreso for some others), they each gain something as well. Even if they aren’t ultimately responsible for everything that happens, they are also not wholly irresponsible. I suppose in this art mirrors life, or rather art is just another thing that happens and we are connected to all of it to a greater or lesser extent.
The story is told by Frankie and no doubt for this reason our sympathies always lie with her. Zeke is never fully formed as a teenager. So we also aren’t surprised to learn what underlay that instability later. Readers will no doubt divide on whether the enigmatic text of the poster resonates with them. For those whom it doesn’t, the many repetitions of it will perhaps grate. But it may nonetheless be understandable that for Frankie it becomes the mantra of her life.
Gently recommended.
It's a fun coming of age story which explores the lack of control the artist has once the art is out in the world and the cascade of unintended consequences when others ascribe their own meaning to the art.
How can you NOT want to read a book that begins with that? Now is Not the Time to Panic is ostensibly a story of friendship, but it's also an examination of the nature of art. Once
The combination of a really unique book and a fantastic narrator is perfect.
The Author's Note is read by the author, who also does an excellent job, and to my mind, is revelatory. It is one of those books that you're dying to finish, but don't want to end. I was at my daughter's house when I reached the last chapter, and I saved it until I was home and alone so I could savor it.
It's been months since I listened to this book, and it's still in my head. Excellent!
It is a story of youthful infatuation, individuality, artistic expression, obsession, and how events of adolescence can have a lingering effect. It also comments on how art takes on a life of its own once created and sent out into the world. It is a most unusual and creative work. This is my first time reading anything by Kevin Wilson, and I definitely plan to read more.
4.5